Way Too Much Information
It seems that every self-respecting blog must have one, so here it is: a list of random facts all about ME! It's a bit long winded and I do sympathise, so here's a summary for the time restricted reader: well educated, big boobs, kind of stupid.
- I currently live in London. Part of me loves the hustle and bustle; the other part would quite like to kill every third person I see. You'd better hope you meet me on a good day.
- Two years ago, for the sake of my sanity, I gave up a promising career in finance to make my own way in the world. Great move for my mental health; my bank balance has yet to reap the benefits.
- I have been vegetarian since I was 13.
- Seeing animals being killed or mistreated on TV usually makes me cry.
- I am 5’4" and would not like to be an inch taller, although I would prefer trousers in some shops to be shorter.
- I have size 32E boobs. I hated them until I reached my mid 20s, when I found a decent underwear shop. Now I’d be quite lonely without them.
- According to a caricaturist at a wedding I recently attended, I look just like this. Seriously, it's like looking in a mirror.
- I speak German. At least, I used to speak German; I’ve probably forgotten most of it by now. Scheiße.
- I used to have my nose and the top of my ear pierced. I let them heal over after university in order to resemble a respectable professional.
- I’m considering getting my nose pierced again. I think it must be a mid-life crisis making an early appearance.
- I DIY. Admittedly I'm more proficient with the destruction than the construction, but I'm working on it.
- I have 5 letters after my name: BA ACA. Eight years of my life was a high price to pay though.
- I have a 2:1 degree in Economics, yet I still struggle with exchange rates when I go on holiday.
- I wrote off my first car when a big lorry drove into the back of me.
- I wrote off my second car when I drove into the back of a big lorry. Revenge was not as sweet as I had anticipated.
- I was born in the Chinese Year of the Tiger *purr*
- I am experiencing a mild biological urge to procreate. Since I’m essentially a rubbish person however, I’m seriously questioning the wisdom of Mother Nature on this one.
- I am great with spreadsheets. It’s the only skill I will admit to with any degree of confidence. A bonus for job applications; not so impressive on the social front.
- I hate text messaging (*grrr* stupid little keys and predictive text and lame abbreviations).
- I would dearly love to own 2 Weimaraner dogs, but I’m going to see how #17 turns out first.
- I have a genuine keeps-me-awake-at-night phobia about the house falling down. (How do the kitchen cupboards stay up with those little screws, how does the ceiling hold all that heavy furniture in the room above, and so on.) I don’t imagine it has a proper name. I am a medical curiosity.
- I throw like a girl.
- I would love to be able to sing well. I make up for it by doing a LOT of bad singing.
- The best £2,000 I ever spent was on laser eye surgery.
- I have a terrible memory for what I’m supposed to be doing today, what I did in recent days, financial data, all of the academic and professional information I have ever learned, and most of the conversations I have allegedly had. I have to write everything down like an old person.
- I have an excellent memory for faces and song lyrics. All the essentials then.
- My favourite gadget is ‘my’ coffee machine. Oh yes, freshly ground coffee at the push of a button. (Strictly speaking it was my Christmas gift to Mac, but I have since adopted it – marriage is a wonderful institution.)
- I’m scared of hairdressers. They intimidate me with their crazy talk of choppy fringes and beach holidays.
- I went to a single sex grammar school. Contrary to received wisdom at the time, this made me neither posh nor lesbian.
- I tend to shout a lot; I can’t help it. My husband euphemistically terms it being passionate. I can also be quite shy, hence the blog title. I’m not sure if it makes sense, but I don’t care and you can’t make me ;-)
6 Comments:
I lurrrrrvve spreadsheets. I communicate best through graphs. I've been seriously considering doing some sort of course in statistics, just for fun.
And completely sympathise with the fear-of-hairdressers thing ...
I lurve Spreadsheets, too.
I went to a single-sex grammar (Convent) school. there were some people there who thought they were posh - they weren't - but I never became posh. Lesbianism was never spoken of, let alone, preactised. I keep meaning to go through Friends Reunited to see if I can detect any hints of it subsequently developing. I mean, I must have been there with nearly 2,000 women over 7 years. Not one a dyke? I think not...
Here from Michele's.
You need to buy a new mirror. Your current one thinks your head is too big for your body.
Hello from Michele's!
You should definitely get your nose pierced again! (Mine is pierced) There is something so "Ich weiss nicht" about it!
i hate spreadsheets (sorry) and I removed my belly piercing when i got pregnant. I had it done only just over one years before, but to be honest it was all about daring to do it and I didn't mind losing it.
I would also like eye lazer surgery. i am practically blind. but i am too scared. maybe in a few years time, when i have a bit more money....
ps. i have blogrolled you now, so i won't forget to come back...
I love your caricature. Once at a charity fund-raiser, I had one drawn by our local political cartoonist. Since I am a florist, he drew me with a long neck, and leaves sprouting off the sides. Quit inventive, I thought.
Post a Comment
<< Home