Thursday, November 13, 2008- Shhhhhhh!

I always yell at my cats in a British accent. This is not purposeful.

I hate Casablanca, Nickelback, and Coldplay. (But shhh- let’s keep that between us, eh chaps? :)

Christmas is my favorite holiday. I am Jewish.

I haven’t the slightest idea where Paraguay is. In fact I didn’t even know it was a country until a few days ago. And while we’re on the subject… I frequently make the mistake of thinking Portugal is in South America, I though Iceland was part of Russia (don’t ask) and when asking my mother where Nicaragua was and receiving “Central America” for an answer, I stared, dumbfounded, at her and said: "wait… so, like near… Waaaait… NICARAGUA IS NEXT TO KANSAS???” ...no joke…

I miss our middle school uniforms.

I spend a great fraction of my days making faces in front of the mirror. And carrying on imaginary conversations... in front of the mirror.

I talk to myself. All the time. In a British accent.

Whenever I’m by myself and I see a tasty looking flower (such as a pansy)…I eat it.

I adore Kate Brian’s chick lit Private novels. Addicted much? Indeed. I positively devour them. (However, I must say in my defense that I really can’t stand most chick lit- unless it’s British of course.)

I have never once in my entire life liked a guy who was legit “hot”. I do not like hot guys. I am very suspicious and mistrustful of them. Unless they’re foreign, of course. (I’m not entirely immune.)

If I’m acting cold and aloof and using long words and sounding vaguely intellectual then I haven’t the slightest idea what I’m talking about.

I am Team Jacob. (Oh dear. I’m going to regret this…)

I have a crush on Helena Bonham Carter.

I don’t know what caviar is.

Perhaps my darkest yet: I have recently been diagnosed with ODD. Life goes on. One must accept these things.

And finally: Yes... I still play with my barbies!