Fad you wish you had never bought into: Jelly shoes.
City you would next like to live in: Portland, OR. I've been in love with it since we spent a weekend there for our anniversary in 2001.
Food you used to love and now can't stand: Anything milk chocolate.
Childhood idol: When I was a little girl I wanted to be Billie Holiday…or Dorothy Hamill
Biggest leap of faith: South Dakota
Worst job that I've had: Bookstore minion. “Um, hi, I'm looking for this book that was on Oprah about a month ago? I don't know the name but the author was a woman, and the cover was blue.”
Least favorite drug: Anything that gets smoked. I'm highly allergic to smoke.
Least favorite slang word: 'Dude,' followed closely by 'hella.'
Guilty pleasure tv show: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Favorite song in eighth grade: Anything that wasn't “Eye of the Tiger” (Probably “The Search is Over”)
Cd or tape you are most ashamed of: While my music collection is somewhat eclectic, I'm not really ashamed of anything in it. Well, maybe Fishbone.
Favorite screen couple: Hepburn and Tracy, or Bogart and Becall. Classics. But I grew up watching The Cosby Show, and I still think Phylicia Rashad and Bill Cosby had really good chemistry.
Most hated celebrity: I never remember the names of the ones I don't like. And can't really say I hate any. I hate their work, maybe.
First crush: On a celebrity? Shaun Cassidy (hey, I was seven). On a real person? Gil, who was ten when I was eight.
Favorite halloween costume: My mother made all my costumes when I was a kid. Pocohantas was a favorite, the silver lame' outfit she made so I could be a punk vampire was another.
First concert: My mother took me to see John Denver at Red Rocks when I was five. Later, he nearly ran us off the road, driving up I-70 in his silver Porsche.
Ever seen a ghost? No. But I had a long telephone conversation with my grandfather after he died. I'm still not certain of whether or not I was dreaming, since I woke up with the phone in my hand, and there was no dial-tone.
First friend: Alisa. We grew up together, our mothers grew up together, and she's really more family than a friend. When we were six, my mother had to prick our fingers for us so we could be blood-sisters. The year we were nine, we got into trouble for riding our raft out past the safety buoys at Sandy Hook. The lifeguard yelled louder than either of our mothers. We found out later there'd been a shark sighting that day. *shrug*
Favorite simpsons character: I don't like animation.
Re-occurring dreams: I used to have a dream that I was sprinting up and down the streets of San Francsico. Then I moved there for school, and everything was deja-vu-ish
Favorite playground equipment: I remember practicing on the monkey bars so much that I had blisters on my palms, the year I was seven. Or eight. But I liked the dome better. Sitting on the very top if it was so much fun.
Number of first cousins: 5
Name of freshman year dorm: Hayes Healy Hall
Summer camp: Riding camp when I was nine. I still have all the worksheets naming horse-parts in a box somewhere. That was day camp, and I loved it. Sixth-grade camp and 4H camp were both at Camp Sylvester in Sonora, and I hated it. Ants, toothpaste on the walls, bunk beds, ick! To this day the roughest conditions I'll accept are hotels without room service.