one I come up with really elaborate analogies, especially when David helps. We’ll spend hours coming up with the perfect analogies, like comparing Star Trek’s TOS, TNG, and Voyager to chocolate cake, brownies and a chocolate cupcake (matched up in that order). It isn’t enough to just come up with that comparison, but we’ll go into detail about why, like the ingredients breakdown and associations between the baked goods.
two I always write in the first one fifth of a journal, and rarely any further. It’s something I’m always embarrassed to admit, because I’m jealous of friends who fill journals cover to cover. I’ve only done that a handful of times, and three times it was with the exact same model of journal from B&N’s Pratt student-designed collection. They stopped carrying that specific one and it breaks my heart, because it always felt like the most perfect journal. I also think the first journal entry and the longest entry (be them the same or separate entries) set the tone for a journal, so I try and make them positive.
three I compulsively buy books. I have over three hundred and my collection is my primary indulgence in vanity, because each book feels like a beautiful trophy. For what it’s worth, my reading of said books is kept at a solid 70%, which is pretty good. I also try to track every book I read with a summary, often kept in molskins.
four I’m legitimately dyslexic when it comes to my left and rights, and it’s my sister’s fault. This is another super embarrassing confession, even though I should probably just get over that feeling. When we were little my sister spent a good three years lying to me about my lefts and rights, alternating between the truth and the opposite. It messed me up in a very permanent way, and in my head the words are completely interchangeable. It probably would have gone on for longer, but my mom caught her when we were at a doctor’s office. I was having knee problems and the doctor asked “your right knee, correct?” and I started to nod when I looked at my sister, who very subtly shook her head (it was my right knee). My mom caught her doing it and the lightbulb went off in her head and she looked at my sister and shouted out “you little bitch!” and the doctor was horrified. So whenever I have to give directions, I’ll say the words but I also point. Look for the pointing.
five My whole family speaks Spanish except me. My dad is an immigrant from a Spanish-speaking country when he was a preteen, and gave my mom lessons in the beginning of their relationship. He got lazy, though, and never taught my sister and I. My sister took Spanish in high school, but I opted for French as a very weak gesture in teenage rebellion.
six I paint my nails therapeutically. All throughout high school I’d paint them whenever I had a bad day, or was stressed. Still do, although less often.
seven I have arthritis in my big toes. I don’t know why I have it in my left toe, but I injured my right toe (when I was walking down stairs and tripped, huzzah for being a total klutz) and severed the ligaments in my toe. Pretty gross, pretty painful, and I was on crutches for a very long time.
eight I spent seven years hating garlic. In my defense, it was after I went to a garlic festival with my mom and her very pregnant friend, who fed me garlic-flavored chocolate without my realizing it until it was too late. Far too late. Bleck.
nine I subscribe whole heartedly to the multiple best friends theory. It got me in trouble when I was in elementary school and accused of two-timing on my bff, but whatevs. Life is too short to have just one. I have seven.
ten I’m really proud of my relationship with David. I think we’ve done an amazing job building our relationship. We actively work on it on a regular basis, and it really shows when we reap the benefits. I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone else, and I love watching him grow and develop not just as a partner, but as a person.