7 random things...

I got tagged by the wonderful, fabulous Molly over at ohfortheloveofblog to write seven random things about myself and post pictures (whether they fit the subject or not, I guess). Actually it was an accidental tag-the first three people to post a comment/acknowledge that they'd read her post were to pass on the meme. I should have read the fine print. ;)

Here we go!

1. I hate, hate, hate, HATE packing. It is the absolute worst thing about doing any activity or trip. Getting all of my stuff together in the smallest amount of space possible to go camping for four days is driving me up the walls. You'd think you could fit it all into one small suitcase, but no. My Young Women leaders seem to believe that my entire house plus my neighbor's dog need to come along for the excursion. Blargh!

2. I often find myself taking classes in which I am heavily outnumbered by boys. Woods had three other girls besides me, with about forty kids in the class. Ceramics was about 2/3 boys and the rest girls. Adult Roles had a surprisingly large amount of boys, a little more than half. Biology, Political Science, even Intro to Art had a lot fewer girls. Then there was AP US History, with six girls and four boys. That was a lot of fun.


(AP Environmental Science Field Trip to the Water Treatment Plant...:P)

3. How can there be such a thing as a favorite color? It's more like favorite color family with all of the possible shades and tints being thrown in together. Like orange, for example. Orange, red orange, tangerine, the orange-browns like russet and sand...yadiyadiyada.

4. When I write poetry, it doesn't come slowly. It happens all at once, starting with a single word or a phrase and snowballing into a four or five stanza piece of writing. Usually it takes three to five minutes to write something like that, unless it's got tricky rhymes. Then it can take ten or fifteen. The words just sort of spill out. And, I HAVE to stop whatever I'm doing and write it down that instant, otherwise it just floats away into nonexistence once more. I've got a horrible memory.

5. My mom says that I read too much. Is that possible?


(Statue at the Library)

6. We're all ready on number six? Wow. Hm...I once was a dancer in the musical CATS when it was put on by Payson Community Theatre (where I am now doing the Wizard of Oz). I know you're thinking, "Yeah, yeah, community theatre, what gives?" Well, it was pretty much amazing. And I'm just telling the truth. But ever since then, I dance more like a cat. It's hard to be a classical ballerina or even a jitterbug because my hands keep wanting to go from paws to claws, and I want to move smoothly but not in any set position or form. *sigh* When you become a cat, even for four months, it starts to stick with you.


(My family [mom, dad, nana, sisters, me] in CATS, 2006)

7. I'll admit it-I have sworn before. The first time I was eight years old, climbing a tree at the park near our public library. My foot slipped, the rest of me followed, and I landed on my face in the dirt, coughing grains of black mud and an equally dirty word slipping from my lips. Not a super bad one; I think I said "d*** it" or something. Haha. Oops.

Is that a random enough set of seven? I hope so. And now I'm copying Molly. First three to post/acknowledge their presence are tagged. And come back and tell me when you write it; I want to see!