There was meant to be a Bright Cast tonight, but somewhere along the way my inspiration got swallowed up by work. I don’t think spending the last couple of hours looking dreamily at Keanu Reeve’s long legs helped much either. Hard to write about a ginger dweeb when your brain is kinda taken up with tall dark and… mmmm….. handsome.
I am: the blondest brunette my supervisor ever met; an eternal pessimist; obsessed with penguins; eternally surprised that people want to be friends with me; confused most of the time.
I said: I can’t be just friends; more than I probably should; I’m sorry when I didn’t really mean it; I’ll see you soon, knowing it was really goodbye.
I want: to have a home of my own; to be happy; to be able to afford an external hard drive; to have a career.
I wish: I could make my mind up; I was good at making plans; that I knew what I wanted to do with my life; that it was easier to loose weight; people would just be nice to each other.
I strongly dislike: mushrooms; confrontation; practical jokes.
I miss: my Granddad; Somerset; Kingston; my cat Twigglet; the girl I used to be.
I fear: slugs; loosing my mind; infertility; dying before I work out what I want to do with my life; that I won’t have the courage to take an opportunity when it is presented to me; that someone will take away my choices.
I hear: the washing machine; traffic; John Mayer.
I wonder: if there is life on other planets; what will I be doing in five, ten years time; why I have this compulsion to write my life; if I will ever find my Prince Charming; what the people who bullied me at school are doing now.
I regret: not sticking up for myself more during my undergrad; not keeping in touch with people; not saying “I’m depressed” sooner.
I am not: the life and soul; confident; mean; sure I want children; sure I can have children.
I dance: badly; enthusiastically; not caring what other people think.
I sing: in my car; around the flat when I’m alone; without realizing when I have headphones in; out of tune.
I cry: when a movie is sad; when there is a soppy ending; at the drop of a hat.
I am not always: happy; in control; confident; nice.
I made: cheesecake; quilts; earrings; notebooks; brilliant friends; some truly awful decisions.
I write: to sort out what is going on in my head; to keep track of what is going on; to connect with people; because I can’t imagine not.
I confuse: lots of people; left and right; six and seven when I’m speaking Spanish; names, constantly; myself.
I need: to cut down on the amount of tea I drink; to get a proper job; to get out of the house more; to get fit.
I should: return emails; go to the gym more; plan my life better; make more of an effort to keep in touch with people; stop drinking orange juice from the carton.
I start: so many projects; with good intentions; drafts of emails I don’t send; each day wondering what bizarre happenstance I will get to laugh at that day.
I finish: most books I read in a couple of days; everything eventually; all the biscuits in the jar if someone doesn’t stop me.
I tag: whoever is feeling bored enough to do this 🙂