Hey y’all.

7.11.2017

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I know it was ages ago that I said I was going to start blogging more and actually use this little website of mine here, but life has been busy and it’s been too hot to do much more than lay on the living room floor re-reading old books or venture out into the heat to experiment with what kinds of foods can be snuck into the—blissfully— air conditioned movie theater around the corner from my apartment. Spoiler alert: all kinds. Your girl here can get like a lot of candy and several varieties of pasta wedged into her bag—plus drinks. So, basically I’m the best (cheapest) movie date ever.

Anyways, since I haven’t made much use of my sad, neglected, little blog and I’ve gained some new followers on Instagram as of late, I thought it might be fun to do a little ‘getting-to-know-you’ type of post. I have shamelessly stolen a bunch of questions off of Tumblr from a post of asks and this is the result. So, here are ten random facts about me. Enjoy!

Where are you from?

My family is from a small town in southern Utah (really small, like less than 1000 people small), but I was born in Salt Lake City. We moved around a lot when I was younger, but, for the most part, I grew up in the Salt Lake valley, where I currently live.

What is your first happy memory?

This is a tough one as I have a notoriously bad memory. I’ll forget whole conversations, but remember where everyone in a room was seated while we were all talking. It’s super helpful.

I think, however, that my first happy memory is either my mother sitting me on her lap and teaching me to read (Winnie the Pooh yo), or when she took a very tiny me to the hot air balloon festival they do down in Albuquerque. I remember seeing this giant, colossus of a balloon that was painted bright yellow and had a huge smiley face on it and being like holy shit, I want one. All the balloons seemed impossibly big, especially to little ol’ me who couldn’t even get up onto our hotel bed without help, and the whole thing felt magical and otherworldly.

What did you want to be when you were a kid?

Everything: doctor, lawyer (thanks Reese Witherspoon), teacher (I used to give lectures to my stuffed animals), scientist, writer, farmer, ballerina, mermaid, gypsy (*cough-Esmerelda-cough*), violinist, computer programmer, artist, potter, chef/restaurant owner, journalist—seriously everything. You know those aptitude tests they start giving you in middle school (because apparently high school is too late to wait to scare the hell out of your kid about what job they’ll be in for the rest of their life), the ones where it’s supposed to tell you what career you’re meant to have? Yeah, well, I failed them all. I’d have teachers coming to my desk with the results saying “Well, it says you’re best suited to be either an accountant or a poet, so…”

As it is, I’m deliriously happy with my chosen work, which not one of those tests ever predicted. *eyeroll*

Coffee or tea?

Tea. If I want to experience the taste of licking the pavement I can get that for free.

Five things that make you happy?

In no particular order: books, movies, food, my family/friends, and my pet bunny. (Who are we kidding, of course there’s an order and food always comes first dontchaknow.)

What are you most proud of?

My book. Writing it, making it worth however much of someone else’s time it would take them to read it, has been the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I’m not saying the book itself is worthy of any significant amount of pride (reading my own writing is far too much of a cringe-fest for that), more that I’m proud of myself for my work in creating it.

Are you an early bird or a night owl?

Oh my god, I’m the most obnoxious early bird you’ll ever meet. Ask any of my friends or family. I’m the girl that falls asleep before 10pm at parties, during movies, on New Year’s Eve, but is bright and chipper at 5am for no reason, whatsoever. I have no problem waking up early, even without an alarm, but I can’t stay up late to save my life.

Biggest fears?

Death, failure, space. Space is scary as shit, you guys. It just goes ON AND ON. Ugh, I hate even thinking about it. Also, I’m afraid that one day there’ll be some kind of apocalypse scenario in which I won’t be able to buy the magnesium supplements I like anymore. I think about that last one all the time.

Do you have any tattoos or piercings? 

I’ve got a second piercing on my left ear, because I was oh-so-avante-garde at fifteen, but I don’t have any tattoos. There are plenty I think are lovely and I’m often tempted to go get one, but for some reason or another I never end up going through with it.

And, finally, favorite saying?

“Speak softly and carry a big stick.”

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