{"id":1848,"date":"2008-01-22T02:55:00","date_gmt":"2008-01-22T02:55:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/?p=1848"},"modified":"2008-01-22T02:55:00","modified_gmt":"2008-01-22T02:55:00","slug":"100-more-things","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/my-special-stupidity\/100-more-things\/","title":{"rendered":"100 more things"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I haven&#8217;t updated my self-indulgent <a href=\"http:\/\/theogeo.blogspot.com\/2005\/08\/100-things-1.html\">100 Things list<\/a> in a long time. So long that several of those things aren&#8217;t true anymore.  <\/p>\n<p>So, because I&#8217;m bored and trying to kill time in ways that don&#8217;t involve television (but are admittedly just as stupid and pointless), here&#8217;s a new 100 Things list. I&#8217;m not even kidding when I say that I started making this list more than a year ago, forgot about it, added to it, forgot about it, etc., until just now, when I found it and decided to plug in the last few and slap it up. <\/p>\n<p>1. I wear the same Doc Martens I&#8217;ve worn since 8th grade. Which, if I&#8217;m doing the math right (which I&#8217;m probably not; see No. 90), means they have cost me less than 2 cents a day.<br \/>2. When I type, my pinky fingers stick out to the side. <br \/>3. One time at band camp, a fellow trombonist and I did a rain dance and it actually ended up raining.<br \/>4. Yeah, I played trombone in band. Shut up. <br \/>5. It gives me a little thrill when I notice &#8220;open&#8221; signs left on in businesses that are, in fact, closed. <br \/>6. When I had braces, I color coordinated the bands to correspond with seasons and holidays (red and green for xmas, orange and black for halloween, red, white and blue for July 4, etc.).<br \/>7. The first concert I ever saw (not counting ones involuntarily witnessed at the Mid-South rodeo) was Weezer at 328 in Nashville.<br \/>8. My entire family insisted on driving my then-boyfriend and me up to the event and making the weekend of it.<br \/>9. I guess I can understand; I was only 14.<br \/>10. I went to the high school prom three times &#8212; twice with the same guy.<br \/>11. The worst prom I went to happened to be my own.<br \/>12. I wore fake nails to the first two proms.<br \/>13. I spent many hours during high school working in my parents&#8217; video store.<br \/>14. I pretty much ran that place. <br \/>15. I have an irrational fear of dropping my keys down the elevator shaft at work.<br \/>16. I tend to have lascivious dreams when I nap.<br \/>17. I was once interviewed for a San Francisco Examiner story about people who hate <i>Star Wars<\/i>.<br \/>18. I worry about the day that my nephews will stop thinking I am fun to hang out with.<br \/>19. I also worry about their awkward teenage years, which are just beginning, because I know how much those years can SUCK and give you neurotic tendencies. <br \/>20. My wine habit stays manageable only because I refuse to buy bottles that cost more than $15 unless it&#8217;s a special occasion. <br \/>21.  Sometimes I pick up things off the floor with my feet. <br \/>22. I figure by the time I die I will have spent roughly 33 percent of my life rummaging through my purse.<br \/>23. Memphis has finally started to feel like home, although I still can&#8217;t shake the wanderlust lurking in me. <br \/>24. All my life, people have wanted to call me &#8220;Leslie.&#8221; <br \/>25. I don&#8217;t like spicy food. <br \/>26.  Or most seafood. <br \/>27.  Despite my self-deprecating protests to the contrary, I am actually pretty good with kids. <br \/>28.  That doesn&#8217;t mean I feel qualified to have any of my own. <br \/>29. I don&#8217;t balance my checkbook. Ever. <br \/>30. It boggles my mind that anyone reads the crap on this blog. <br \/>31.  I talk to my cats in complete sentences. <br \/>32. And lots of curse words. <br \/>33.  I dread the day Felix gets sick. <br \/>34. I miss Gonzo.<br \/>35. My nails look nice when they are painted. <br \/>36. I absolutely hate hanging up clothes.<br \/>37. It is physically, emotionally, and psychologically impossible for me to de-clutter my life. <br \/>38. I think I&#8217;d like the gym better if there weren&#8217;t mirrors everyfreakingwhere.  <br \/>39. The car is pretty much the only place I sing at the top of my lungs.<br \/>40. I have an unfortunately nasally, monotone voice. <br \/>41. And sometimes I bark when I laugh. <br \/>42. I have not yet explained my complicated lack of religious beliefs to my parents. <br \/>43. That would probably introduce a whole new era of weirdness into my family relations that I&#8217;d rather avoid, because I get along with the family for the most part. <br \/>44. It makes me uncomfortable when people witness to me. <br \/>45. I often wonder how I went from being The Quiet One to being The Obnoxious Profane One in so many different settings.<br \/>46. I wish I could dance, or that I had any desire to do so. <br \/>47. One of my pet peeves is when people don&#8217;t use &#8220;myriad&#8221; correctly. <br \/>48.  I have never fainted. <br \/>49. I like to eat ice cream and cereal out of cups.<br \/>50. <a href=\"http:\/\/profile.myspace.com\/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&#038;friendid=109318854\" target=\"_Blank\">My brother<\/a> is such a stud it kind of makes me jealous that he is able to attract all these cute young ladies, while I have absolutely no game and couldn&#8217;t attract a cluster of flies even if I had a rotting piece of meat strapped to my chest. <br \/>51. I worry about the day I will have to take care of my parents. <br \/>52. There is no way I can return all the favors they&#8217;ve done for me over my lifetime. <br \/>53. Every day I fret over my Next Move. <br \/>54. The one thing keeping me from going back to school is going deeper into debt. <br \/>55. I am straight, but I&#8217;d go gay for Regina Spektor, Jessica Alba, and Laura Prepon. <br \/>56.  I used to think I was not a beach person, but spending a week in Honolulu convinced me that I could absolutely work at it. <br \/>57. Part of my super secret five-year plan is to ease my way into a job that includes mostly daytime hours. <br \/>58.  I downloaded my first ringtone in September.  <br \/>59.  I did not see what all the fuss was about.<br \/>60. I have lens lust and no money with which to feed it.  <br \/>61. My biggest weakness in the world is wine and cheese. <br \/>63. One of these days I hope to host legendary wine and cheese parties. Because I&#8217;m a friggin&#8217; dork. <br \/>64.  I love  my Mac, but I am not <i>in love<\/i> with it. <br \/>65.   I prefer my milk to be skim and my bread to be wheat.<br \/>66. One of my favorite smells is a wine glass after it&#8217;s been emptied. <br \/>67.  I look and feel better with a tan. <br \/>68. I sometimes wonder what my life would be like if I decided to move back to Saltillo or Savannah. <br \/>69. It would probably not be so bad, considering how cheap things are there and how easy it would be to rely on family. <br \/>70.  My bones pop constantly. All of them. And many of them (wrists, jaw, neck, fingers, etc.) will pop on cue. <br \/>71. Others may suffer, but I like having coffee breath.<br \/>72. I want my parents to pay attention to their health and weight. <br \/>73. I still think they&#8217;re both beautiful. <br \/>74. Quite foolishly, I feel like moving into a house would solve half my problems. <br \/>75. My sister helped me cheat in a church Easter egg hunt one year. She was old enough to hide and I was young enough to hunt, and she steered me in the right direction and I won lots of chocolate. <br \/>76. I can&#8217;t remember if that was the same year she put a real egg in my grandmother&#8217;s tailpipe or what. <br \/>77. That egg stunk for weeks. <br \/>78. I secretly hope that Tamara and I share a few strands of DNA. <br \/>79. That would explain a LOT. <br \/>80. I have no plans to attend any class reunions. <br \/>81. But what I wouldn&#8217;t give to be a fly on the wall to just watch.<br \/>82. And probably get really bored.<br \/>83. It took me 26 years but I finally understand that some pants just work better with a belt.<br \/>84. Seeing Amber twice a year is not enough. <br \/>85. I miss Tolstoy Tuesdays and think maybe we should pick them back up now and again. <br \/>86. I haven&#8217;t written a poem in forever. <br \/>87. My first boyfriend wrote this in my yearbook the year he graduated and \u2014 two months after writing this \u2014 dumped my freshman ass in the aisle of a grocery store while he was working there: &#8220;Keep your head on your shoulders and your feet on the ground and you&#8217;ll go places, kid.&#8221;<br \/>88. I&#8217;m not sure any future kiss-off will ever top that. <br \/>89.  I have lots of dreams, and I try to document them as often as possible.<br \/>90. Me and math, we don&#8217;t get along. <br \/>91. I still think I&#8217;d like to be a teacher. <br \/>92.  I really do like helping people learn things, and that moment when someone figures out something on his\/her own is a cool feeling.<br \/>93.  I eavesdrop on neighbors whenever I have the chance. <br \/>94.  I cannot exercise without my iPod. <br \/>95. I love making mixed CDs for people.<br \/>96. There&#8217;s not a day that passes that I don&#8217;t wish I was a musician of some sort. <br \/>97. I&#8217;m okay with being a word person, though. <br \/>98. I tend to crop mugshots a little too tight. <br \/>99. I always turn down the stereo when approaching an intersection. <br \/>100. I squeeze from the middle of the toothpaste tube.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I haven&#8217;t updated my self-indulgent 100 Things list in a long time. So long that several of those things aren&#8217;t true anymore. So, because I&#8217;m bored and trying to kill time in ways that don&#8217;t involve television (but are admittedly just as stupid and pointless), here&#8217;s a new 100 Things list. 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