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six random facts
six random facts that either tell you
everything about me or tell you nothing at all
1) my hair has been dyed the following colors throughout the years: black, red, orange (inadvertant), white, blonde, maroon, brown, auburn, fire engine red, pink. always permanent, nearly always over the bathroom sink.
2) I never use bookmarks, just close the book and hope for the best.
3) when I turned seventeen my mom called up my friends and had them arrange a surprise party after school. all day I'd been asking people if they wanted to go see The Player that afternoon (one of my favorite movies at the time) at the local art-house theater and everyone said no, they were busy. I thought that was a little weird, since it was sort of a birthday celebration. but I shrugged my shoulders and decided to go alone instead. first I went home though, and there was my mom (my mom who worked, who was never home in the afternoon) and she said she came home early to wish me happy birthday and she told me she was making a cake and I should go in the living room and she'd bring it in and I went in the living room and there were my friends, Meg and Kate and Jake and Ellen and Aaron (oh Aaron, still the template for the perfect boy) with balloons and Scrabble and pizza and cars to take us to bowling where MikeB was waiting, and they jumped up and they yelled "Surprise!"
and when they yelled Surprise! I was so mortified, so pleasantly embarrassed, that I turned around and hid in the closet.
4) I read my horoscope every day and have a guarded hope that astrology, numerology, tarot cards, palm readers, magic 8 balls, and all other forms of divination are true. I hope this, because I want to believe that there is an order to the universe, an order that somehow, some way, we can come to know. that there is a way to find out what happens next. I always want to find out what happens next, and I hope for this order fervently, even though all my experiences in life tell me otherwise.
5) there is a song by a band called the Secret Machines and the song is called "Nowhere Again" and about halfway through this lovely song, with the drums driving everything forward like hitting eighty on a sunny spring day, the band sings the line "right on the kick drum" and while these words strung together don't mean much of anything, there is something about the sound and melody of the words themselves and the way they are sung, in a slight crescendo that dips down suddenly on the word "drum," as a pause between verses, that makes me stop what I'm doing every single time I hear it so I can turn my full attention to that phrase and let it take over my heart entirely for the five seconds it lasts, and after I hear it I am always in a better mood. it is my personal "cellar door."
6) while I have an ex-teen goth's romanticized fascination with vampires, zombies scare the shit out of me. it is the combination of the decaying limbs and the slow, deliberate march forward. logic says you can outrun them, but my gut says you are doomed.