Brocky Blue Head

I am the oldest child. For awhile, I was an only child. Then this kid came along:

Notice the big, bald head.

This is my brother Brock.

I was not impressed.

For a year and a half, I had been the darling one. The adorable one. The one who screamed whenever I was put down. The one who talked at six months and yelled, "He's looking at me!!!" every time her dad glanced her way. The one who wouldn't eat unless she had something to distract her.

What was this thing?  This monster?

I did not like it. It cried, especially when I tried to put it in a headlock. Or bite it, which I frequently did. Gnawing on its little fingers, I quickly dropped them when my parents looked my way.

The face of an angel?

Plus, it was bald. I mean, really, really bald. Its little head wobbled all around, gleaming at me. It had hair once. When it was born, it had a full head of black hair. Then it all fell out.

I, ever the problem solver, decided that it may be ugly, it may cry and hog the attention, but it didn't need to be bald and frightening on top of everything else. Ugly as a baby bird at birth, I myself had only the thinnest of hair.

I had a plan.

My parents left me unsupervised. HaHA! Perfect. I sneaked into where it lay -- unsuspecting. Its little head bald as an egg. I took out my blue colored marker.

I approached, quietly. Sneakily. I uncapped the marker.

And colored all over its little head.

My parents suspected something. The jig was up.

Preemptively I screamed,

"LOOK! IT'S BROCKY-BLUE HEAD!!!!!" 

My parents were not amused. 

They took away my markers. 

And I my hair stopped growing until the age of four. 

Behold my bowl cut.

  -whitters

Busy Little Thing

I think giving up laziness for Lent is the best choice I've ever made (love you B!).

Not only do I work at my ever-increasingly-fantastic full time job -- that's sarcasm, folks-- I've also been lucky enough to pick up a writing project on the side for the (truly) fantastic site ReferAll.com. If you're a business owner (or lover!), this is the site for YOU. I finally feel like I'm actually putting my talents to use!

THANK GOODNESS!

-whitters

Eight Moments in the Life of the Writer: Number 6

By eleven, I was no longer hiding in the corner. I moved onto the glamorous world of broadcast journalism. Up in our tree house, I penned the talk of the town. Car crashes happened, babies were born, tornadoes zoomed through the city and ball games were won. Then, behind the official news desk of our trundle bed, my brother and I were live, my dad filming and our six year old sister forecasting the weather. She was at least as accurate as our local weatherman. I later related this tale to a boy in my Psych. class at BYU.

“And that,” I explained, “is why I want to be a journalist.”

He looked at me like I was, well, a girl who just told him her college education was based on a hide-a-bed, bad weather reports and fast-breaking news. We all can dream right? You’d think I would remember the Turkey Incident, but I didn’t. Sometimes people just don’t get it. Now, I tell myself, it’s important to tell the truth as a writer, but maybe not all of it at once.

Eight Moments in the Life of the Writer: Number 5

Next, I immersed myself into the world of a writer further still as I grew accustom to brooding in isolation.  While other fourth graders gathered with their friends to play kickball, four square and wall ball, I hunkered against the hot asphalt and cool orange-red bricks.  I fancied myself Harriet the Spy or Amelia as I scribbled furiously in my Amelia notebook my mom bought for me at the Bookfair.  The playground duty thought there was something oddly wrong with me.  Repeatedly, she tried to engage in conversation with me.  Asked what I was writing or reading.  After a few curt answers as I glowered at her through my bangs and hair-bow, she stopped trying.  Of course, there wasn’t anything wrong me!  Well, at least not because I was a skinny, scowling, quiet ten year old. Sitting contentedly in 15 minute intervals carving out, “I HATE WHEN MADDIE writes SCRIBBLES IN MY NOTEBOOK!  SHE THINKS SHE CAN WRITE AND IT’S SO ANNOYING!” I learned another lesson of writing: It’s important to be comfortable alone with your thoughts.

Eight Moments in the Life of the Writer

One: 

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I've always considered myself a kind of dilettante.  You know, Jack-of-All-Trades-Master-of-None.  From collecting random facts, to playing the piano, drawing and eating copious amounts of bacon and chocolate, I do a lot of things moderately well.  However, on particular trait stands out as a constant reminder that you don't choose your fate, fate chooses you.  I've always been a writer.

List...10? Hair Raising!

My hair and I have an unfortunate history.

In tenth grade, I cut my hair off waaay above my ears. My then boyfriend told me I looked like a lesbian. Not in a good way.

It was a dark time.

In college, I dyed my blonde hair....orange. ON ACCIDENT.

My hairdresser sister is cringing.


Other semi-normal styles below... And yes. I AM very self absorbed this afternoon.

List 7: Fashion is Smashin

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Over at Yes and Yes, Sarah Von indulges in list making every Sunday. She also travels the world and is all sorts of awesome.

The List:

Fashion Trends.

1. Fifth Grade
Let's be honest. I didn't have the best fashion sense. For some reason, I decided I had to wear a dress for fifth grade picture day. Everyone else is in t-shirts and overalls. Then there's me. Bottom row. In a dress with a huuuuge collar and blue and yellow flowers. Keepin' it classy.

2. Sixth Grade
I had a track suit combo I loved. It was yellow and stretchy. Combined with tennis shoes (the big, white kind for running) and a stretchy tattoo necklace, I. was. so. cool. I also had a perma-ponytail. Everyone had a stretchy, fake tattoo necklace right?

3. Seventh Grade
My jr. high decided we needed to wear uniforms. However, some days, we got a free day to wear whatever we wanted. My mom bought me: a long sleeved Tommy Hilfinger shirt, a pair of Lucky jeans and Doc Marten mary janes. I also had short bleached blonde hair and wore a lot of white eye makeup. Nobody from elementary school recognized me. When I walked through the halls at school, a girl yelled at me, "Prep!"

4. Tenth Grade

I cut off my hair. It was supposed to look like Mia Farrow, but ended up looking more like a mushroom.

5. Eleventh Grade
My poor mushroom hair grew out. I decided that everything looked better with a bow and took long lengths of ribbon and tied them around the arm of my shirt and through the neckline. Big bows were always on my shoulder. Trend. Setter.

6. Senior Year
I had long, stringy bleached blonde hair, the result of a home highlighting gone wrong. I wore a lot of black eyeliner. Taylor Momson took inspiration from me. Kidding. Eventually, I got a normal hair cut and wore high heels. My teacher called me Barbie.

7. Freshman Year of College
Arrived in California with a whole mess of blonde curls. Scared my roommate and she thought I was a total weirdo.

Which I might be. :)

It's not Business...it's Personal

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It started at a young age. Gathering pens and several of my best notebooks, I climbed onto my bed to scribble out story after story. Using a mattress as a news desk, my brother and I were anchors. Dad was sound and camera crew and Mom was part of our loyal audience of one. Car accidents happened, babies were born, new shopping malls were opened and magic shows were announced. I was always busy writing as a child. Not only did I produce several years of Wood Television News; I also frequently penned The Wood Newsletter. There was nothing better than capturing the days' events, solidifying them into 12 point font. Letters marched across the page like ants, though I was unsure of their destination.

Years later, a high school teacher introduced me to a new passion. Sitting in a darkened classroom, the projector lighting the far wall of the room in blue haze, my teacher flipped through slides. We, a group of teenagers, sat silently dozing in the blue film. The slides advanced and an electricity permeated the air. The Calling of St. Matthew by Caravaggio filled screen, its tenebrisim breaking through our darkened stupor. It was as if every shard of Greek pottery, every serene Roman statue, every inch of canvas sped towards this painting and culminated in these brushstrokes, this contrast between darkness and light. This tension between changing one's life and rejecting an opportunity. It was then I realized my high school life hung on this tension. This was my defining moment. I could continue on towards the nearby colleges chosen by my friends, surrounded by the same people I grew up with, feel comfortable fitting the mold, or I could challenge my self. Break free from my comfortable surroundings and embrace a life changing opportunity. I left my home, moved to California and graduated early from university with a Bachelor's degree in Art History.

Returning to my home town after graduation has again placed me at that point of tenebrisim, that breaking point between light and dark. Rather than settle for unchanging experiences, I choose to continue carving my own path, create my own light. Ultimately, it is my goal to bring the same inspiration to others; sharing the world of culture and visual arts as well as continue to challenge myself, my world view, my beliefs and experiences.

List Six: Favorite Teachers

The wonderful Sarah Von over at Yes and Yes makes a list every Sunday. She also travels the world and loves cheese. In my mind, we could be best friends. Here's the list:

1. Mrs. Kahmedoost


Pretty sure I spelled that wrong. But, she let me tutor the other kids in reading (yes I was am nerd awesome) and recommended plenty of books that I loved including Mrs. Piggle Wiggle.

2. Mrs. Hinton-Smith

Epic puppet shows made with paper-mache and light bulbs. Water colored fish kites. And she helped me improve my writing.

3. Mrs. Winter

Introduced me to Sharon Creech. I love you Bloomability, Walk Two Moons and Chasing Redbird. Also led me to read Julie of the Wolves and almost every book by Scott O'Dell and fantasize about living in Alaska and racing in the Iditorod.

4. Miss Westenskow

Made college look easy. With monthly reports, handcrafted castles we lived in for a week AND a musical performed entirely by sixth grade students, I'm surprised she didn't go crazy. She also read to us everyday after lunch.

5. Mr. Hall

Taught me how to write. Taught me to love art history. Also called my group of friends moles after we fell asleep repeatedly in his first period class. My friend Lisie responded by laughing so hard she fell off her chair. He then called us monkeys. He also made fun of people behind their backs and once told me to watch out for birds trying to land in my nest of extra curly blonde hair.

6. Mrs. Riley

Taught me to write. Hands down, would not know how to write without her. I still have my English notebook from her AP English Lit class. When my little sister asks me to borrow it, I will not let her.

7. (Okay I had to cheat) Dr. Colburn

I'm sure she hates me for coming late to her class everyday. She edited my senior thesis and took us to all the coolest museums. She's also an AWESOME cook and very smart. And patient. And speaks Italian. And French. And German. Bear would also like me to add that her use of four letter words was especially fantastic as well.

8. (Had to cheat again) Melia

Taught me about Hindu art and caused me to be soo obsessed with India I had to visit. She took us to a Hindu temple. She was so excited about art, it made me excited to learn. She also has cool tattoos.


Honorable Mention:

Nelladet, my internship teacher. She called me Barbie and my friend Willis Skipper. She let us talk during class. Once, she sent us out to evaluate customer service in places around the area. My friend and I went to breakfast and then to a used car super sale where we proceeded to test drive vehicles. While we should have been in school. When we were in no way old enough to test drive anything. Another time, Willis and I evaluated the customer service of a custom jewelry shop and tried on $9,000 rings after we told the owner our parents were divorced and started dating after we introduced them and were going to get married. Not quite sure if he knew we were lying. Thanks Mr. Fadel! Hold onto that ring for me!

List 5: Favorite Cartoons

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Over at Yes and Yes, the fantastic Sarah Von is obsessed with lists.  She's also obsessed with travel, style and being insanely awesome.  Naturally, I'm obsessed with Yes and Yes. Each week she posts a new list. 

Here's mine:

 1. Lady Lovely Locks
I have no idea how these videos ended up at my house.  I watched them over and over and over again.  Lady Lovely Locks has colorful, flying squirrel things called Pixie Tails, that live in her magical hair. She's always trying to run away from the Evil Raven Waves.  I Youtubed this show in college and it kind of scared me.

2. Dark Wing Duck
Lets. Get. Dangerous.

3. Aladdin the Animated Series 
I was obsessed with Princess Jasmine as a child.  I was her twice for Halloween.  I might still be obsessed since my idea of Heaven is living in an Arabian palace wearing a Princess Jasmine costume and being fed grapes.

4. Recess
Who didn't love this show?

5. Pepperanne 
Remember One Saturday Morning on ABC?  For those of us without cable (yeah, that was me), this was the next best thing.  I had a love/hate relationship with Pepperanne.  She was simultaneously really obnoxious and really funny. 


Your turn.

hey BEAR

I need more experience writing, that's for sure.  B feels the need to light a fire under my a...

I need a few writing examples to apply for the Arts Journalism program.  Thus, my tour for the Utah Museum of Fine Arts was typed and edited.  And posted for your viewing pleasure.  Mind my spelling and grammar.  I haven't been to school in a year.  Thoughts?  (Hopefully nice) comments?  I'm sorry if I put those of you not particularly interested in art asleep.  Go read another blog.  Kidding.  Sort of.

Mahatma Gandhi once said, "Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.”   The Utah Museum of Fine Arts, located on the sprawling campus of the University of Utah, is one of the best places in Utah to do just that.  Unique objects on display at the museum focusing on death and power from Egyptian, African, Hindi and Mayan cultures allow the mind to live, learn, explore and expand -- all without leaving the Salt Lake Valley.  

    The "killer" tour starts at a sarcophagus from ancient Egypt.  This sarcophagus came from the 26th dynasty of Egypt, a time of great turmoil and war.  A time when death was all too common.  In Greek, sarcophagus literally means "flesh eater."  The Egyptians, however, viewed the sarcophagus quite differently.  What the Greeks called a "flesh eater" was viewed by Egyptians as a "flesh holder."  A resting place. Egyptians loved living and celebrating a long, fruitful life.  They hoped to continue these flourishing lives long into the afterlife.  This sarcophagus reflects this desire, holding the body and keeping it safe until it was reunited with its ka or spirit in the afterlife.  A proper burial was needed so the ka could find the body in the afterlife.  A proper burial protected the body after death and included a sarcophagus like this one.  

    Decorating the wooden sarcophagus are symbolic scenes and elaborate incantations from the Egyptian Book of the Dead.  These were meant to protect the deceased occupant and guide him through their perilous journey into the underworld.  The name of each occupant is also included on the footboard of the sarcophagus.  This particular sarcophagus holds a man named Padiusir.  Padiusir's ancestors, like other Egyptian families, had immense respect for their deceased relatives.  They believed ancestors could influence the lives of the living for better or for worse.  Burial practices that protected the deceased were important for the living as well.  Ancestors that made it happily and safely to the afterlife could protect the living. Padiusir's  living ancestors also protected his memory by repeating his name over and over.  This ritual also ensured a happy existence in the afterlife.  

    Egyptian burial practices helped protect the deceased by guiding them into the afterlife and helping ensure a happy life for ancestors both living and dead.  Moving father into Africa, deceased ancestors also offered protection after death.  The memories and life of the deceased is given power and protection in death.  Like the Egyptians, the Boyo people of the Congo also believed their ancestors played an active and important role in the lives of the living.  While the Egyptian sarcophagi on display is large, decorative and elaborate, this small, smooth, richly carved Boyo statue is just as powerful.  With strong, circular arched eyebrows, a heart shaped nose and face and flat facial features, these small scale, wooden statues were usually of important and accomplished chiefs.  

    Each sturdy figure serves a dual purpose.  When disasters strikes, the Boyo people try to interpret the will of the ancestors by dreams or other dorms of divination.  By honoring the deceased through these statues, the Boyo believe the ancestor would be more likely to protect the living from harm or to influence future events for good.  Memories of great chieftains and the legitimacy of their progeny are also protected through these statues.  The statue of the ancestor kings were revered as much as a king himself and also helped current kings establish power and legitimacy as they traced their heritage and power back to their strong, ancestor kings.  

    Crossing through the museum and into India, the home country of the great Mahatma, the next cultural example presents a different view of death.  Representing one of the most widely loved and worshipped Hindu gods, a 14th century ornate, granite Ganesha statue stands majestically.  Exuding a jovial nature, as well as a sense of strength, he is known to bring good luck and fortune as well as the remover of obstacles.  He is frequently prayed to before embarking on a new adventure or life experience.  Ganesha's large belly and intricately carved elephant head are his most distinguishing features.   

What is particularly interesting about Ganesha is how he acquired his elephant head.  Hindu religion tells the story of a young prince asked to guard his Queen mother Parvati after his King father Shiva left home.  Years later, his father arrived home and demanded entrance into the household.  The young prince adamantly refused to let him in.  Getting more than a little perturbed, the King drew his sword and severed the prince's head.  The Queen mother pleaded with the King to revive her son.  The King decreed a search for a suitable replacement for young man's head.  An elephant head was found and the young prince became the elephant god Ganesha.  

    It is interesting to note only after his impending death did Ganesha become revered as the powerful god he is now.  Hindu religion tells that because Parvati was so devastated that Shiva had destroyed her son, she request he forever be worshiped as the most beloved Hindu god and today he certainly is.  This death was positive in bringing about a powerful, beloved deity renowned for protecting those journeying into new phases of their lives or searching for obstacles to be removed.  It is also interesting to note that Ganesha death gives blessings and protection to all who seek him.  Similar to the previous example from the Congo, the memory and legend of Ganesha connects him to powerful rulers.  This connection legitimizes him as a deity and is the source for his own strength and ability to bestow blessings as he sees fit.  

    The last stop in the museum leads to the Mayan culture of Guatemala.  Crafted from 100 B.C.-900 A.D. a large, sandstone colored funerary urn dominates the display room.  This piece focuses on protection from the underworld through victory and power.  Much like the Egyptian, African and Hindu cultures, the memory and power of those depicted are preserved.  

This decorative funerary urn served a double purpose.  Through depictions of victory and power, the idea of protection from the underworld is represented.  Imagery depicting the first ruler of the Mayan gods served to protect the memory and power of rulers after death.  A famous Mayan character is depicted in the underworld by stylized, horse-shoe shaped carvings.  On the front of the urn, one half of the dynamic Mayan duo dubbed the Hero Twins is seen.  The stuff of Mayan creation legend, these hero twins sought revenge after their father and uncle were savagely murdered by evil underworld deities.  After many trials, a final battle was held between the twins and the underworld gods.  The clever twins tricked the underworld lords by turning into catfish.  The swirling scales and gills of a catfish are seen carved into the figure on the urn.  Eventually, in their catfish disguises, the twins defeated the underworld and became rulers over all.  The Mayan kings believed they were descended from these Hero Twins.  Not only did the urn capture the feelings of power and strength, these urns also would have held the decapitated heads of deceased Mayan rulers.  These vessels protected, quite literally, the King’s power and memory even in death.  

    After circling the globe, the exploration of death and power comes to an end.  Though the cultures are varied and unique, protecting the memory and power of the deceased seemed to be a common goal.  Whatever the medium, the goal certainly was reached.  Come live, learn and explore these, and other great pieces at the Utah Museum of Fine Arts is located at the University of Utah campus in the Marcia & John Price Museum Building: 410 Campus Center Drive Salt Lake City, Utah. 

Improving

haha! I took another practice section of the GRE...my verbal score has gone up 10 points.  I've been taking the time to actually look up the words in books that I'm not quite sure of the meaning.  Yes, I read books with the dictionary next to me, but jokes on you because I'm so cool such an old, retired woman wannabe that my dictionary is actually on my Kindle.  The great thing about the Kindle is that it HAS A DICTIONARY built in.  Oh, dissemble.  You can't fool me.  Kindlegarten (yeah I named it) taught me what the word meant.  So what that I already forgot what it means.  Disguise or conceal.  That's right.  The fact that I have a Kindle does not dissemble my wish to be an old person who never has to work again. 

Day 12...Sell Yourself! Err...not THAT way.

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"The logical place to start for success in these areas is to have a self that we feel is worthy, a self that we’d love to know if we weren’t us."

I always wonder if I would like myself if I wasn't myself. Would I think I was fun, exciting and positive or would I think, "oh my gosh, that girl ALWAYS has to be in the center of attention."? I would like to think I'm a positive, fun, genuine person to be around....who also happens to be the center of attention. Kidding. I also hope to be a good listener and friend. I think the main point here is to focus on developing your own positive traits so others can see them in you too!

"♥ Make yourself worthy to others, by being worthy to yourself"

Homework:

♥ Create a self-belief C.V.

Break it up into sections such as:

♥ Expertise & Talents
♥ Achievements
♥ Unrivalled Qualities
♥ Real-World Qualifications... or whatever you choose that sells you, to you!

DAY 6

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"When we are conscious of our behaviour, our drives, and ourselves as beings, then we are on our way to big success; we stop sleeping through life."

Oh Charade, you read my mind! Tell me how to stop sleeping through life!

"♥ It is not the how of a bad habit, but the why that is important.
♥ Habits are our subconscious at work, therefore we can beat them with consciousness.
♥ Stop sleeping through life."

Homework:

♥ Get conscious.

Spend a day talking to yourself. Not aloud, in a crazy-bag-lady kind of way, but in your own conscious. Every time you go to perform an action, think about that action. Ask yourself: how do I feel now, doing this? Am I bored, tired, happy, sad? Why am I doing this? Is this a conscious choice? Make yourself accountable for every action. This homework doesn’t require any writing in your notebook but, if you get really inspired, it might be an idea to record some of the conscious answers you uncover.


Alright, if you see me talking to myself today...you know why.

Day 3

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"♥ Remember that it is a blessing, not a burden, to be who you are."

Homework: "♥ Gain self-understanding; spend a day with yourself.

Be an observer of all your own actions, whatever you’re doing, even if it is a completely average day. Keep your journal with you and make notes throughout the day. At the end of the day, rationalise ten truly individual and amazing qualities you have noticed about yourself."

Ahh nuts. I looked this one up too late. I'll have to do it tomorrow and write it all down!

As everyone can probably tell, I like talking about myself (well it is MY blog) and I like to be in the center of attention (who doesn't?) BUT, it was surprisingly hard to come up with ten things! Here they are anyways....



TEN THINGS:::

1. Despite the fact that I'm like the most anti-social person on the planet...I really do like making friends!
2. I'm good at multi-tasking.
3. I am creative and colorful.
4. I enjoy tackling a project.
5. I LOVE learning!
6. I'm friendly.
7. I make an effort to try my best.
8. I try to put my own "spin" on things.
9. I try to be efficient.
10. I'm generally a positive person...even though I'm realllllly sarcastic. It's all about balance.

♥

Day 2

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"♥ Do you know yourself? Knowing yourself means a fast ticket to your amazing life."

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Do I know myself? I guess. Homework for today is these survey questions:

♥ Who are you? Who am I? I'm a lot of things. The easiest answer would be...me! Whitney, Bear, daughter, girlfriend, account manager. Sometimes quiet, sometimes bubbly. Reader of books, lover of Italian paintings, Italians and Italian cheeses. Indecisive. Stubborn. Traveler. Future museum docent extraordinaire. Seeker of the truth. Lover of learning, California and all things Coffee Garden, Park Cafe, or Bruge. Me!

♥ Are you happy? Am I happy? I think I'm a fairly happy person. Currently, life choices are overwhelming me a little bit. That's why I'm doing M.Y.L.A. I think know I could be happier.

♥ What in your life really amazes/pleases/gratifies/encourages you?
Volunteering at the art museum. Traveling. Bear. My family. Interacting with others. Praise from others (white personality, people). Succeeding. Reading. Learning something new. All things Park Cafe and Coffee Garden. Good food. Sunshine!


♥ Where have you been when you have been at your happiest?
Italy. And any art museum.

♥ What occasion has caused you to feel the most amazed by your own life?
Being in Italy! Spending the summer there was absolutely amazing! India made me feel amazed in a different way. I felt so blessed!

♥ Where do you see your life going right now? Is this where you want your life to go?
Errrr......my biggest problem...I don't know! THIS is not it though.

♥ What does ‘amazing’ mean to you in terms of your own life?
Working in a big, sunny city in a fabulous museum. And I'm incredible organized. And independent.

I'm a thiever of surveys. i also have a crush on my new stylist. girl crush. my hair is. awesome. and soft. and i'm going to put red streaks in it.

~*The Basics*~

--What does your name mean?: White Island. I don't know what a White Island is. But I definitely am as White as they come. Despite my wish to be something else that's awesome like fully Italian....or Indian. or Gangsta.


Your birthday: A lady never reveal her age.

Height: 5'4" 5'7 in heels...which I am most the time. :)

Eye color: Green

Natural hair color: I like that it says natural hair color. It's a dirty dishwater brown. As seen here: I'm the lanky one with the bad hair.

Heritage: Italian. English. Portuguese.

--Do you like your heritage?: I wish I was more Italian. I'm almost fully English and that's lame.

Where do you live?: Now I don't know where states like Utah, Idaho, Arizona etc. fall. Mid-West?

Have you ever moved cities or countries?: Yes :) Moved to Malibu for college. Moved to Italy for study abroad.

Your job: Account Manager.

--Do you enjoy it?: Yeah. It's pretty crazy at times.

~*Favorites*~

Movie: too many!

TV show: Glee, 30 Rock, Gossip Girl and the Office before it got lame-ish.

Movie character: Delysia LaFoss in Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day. I made Bear watch it with me and he said, "you think that's you don't you?"

Book: I recently finished The Help and really liked it.

Song: It depends on the day

Type of music: Country, Indie, old Jazz

Cereal: "The Best Cereal in the World" aka Quaker Oats Granola. Bear loves it too.

Fast food place: Oh. Gross. Probably In&Out.

Dessert: Ice Cream. Or Creme Brulee. But, do you know how hard it is to find a good creme brulee!?!

Country: Italy...eerm....I mean America.

City: I really love Los Angeles. And Florence. I love big cities.

Place to travel: California :)

State (if you're American): California horrible debt, traffic and ridiculous housing not included.

Football team: I hate football. Colts because they're uniforms are a good color and that Manning kid plays for them. I hate sports.

Hockey team: uuuh.

Athlete: LeBron James.

Sport to play: I haven't played sports since the 5th grade.

Sport to watch: baseball :) i love baseball games, even though everyone says that is theee most boring sport ever.

Fruit: cherries.

Meal: pumpkin tortelli or roast and potatoes.

Restaurant: Holy Gucamole. or maybe Acqua al 2 if I'm feeling rich.

~*Have You Ever*~

Gone on a blind date?: yes.

Thrown up on an airplane?: No.

Peed in the shower?: Hasn't everyone? If you say no, you're lying.

Enjoyed Shakespeare?: No...I WANT to. But, can't.

Been to the opera?: Yes. I got so bored I fell asleep on Bear's shoulder in Italy. He liked it. I WANTED to like it. But I wanted to sleep more.

Been in a fist fight?: No

Been drunk?: No

Slept in a snowbank?: No

Made a snow angel?: Yes

Been in the hospital?: No

Passed out?: Yes

Watched a soap opera you didn't understand?: nope.

Prank called 911?: No!!!!

Roasted a marshmallow?: Yes

Set a marshmallow on fire?: Yeah haha

~*Randoms*~

Are you single or dating?: dating

Your house number? 24

Why are you taking this survey? Bored

What school did you go to?: Pepperdine.

Your school colors?: gross blue and orange

Your school teams' name?: Waves. :P. Used to be something like the Tritons until Pepperdine said it was pagan.

Ever been on a sports team?: Yes, in 5th grade I tried to kill a girl for calling me short. It was my first and last sports team.

Any plans for the near future?: getting my hair dyed haha.

What are your views on capital punishment?: for what?

What was your favorite grade of elementary school?: 2nd.

What are you wearing right now?: red boots. jeans. and a sweater.

Do you ever cuss? Yes.

What was the last thing you ate?: Starbucks! :)

If you were a crayon, what color would you be?: either pink or blue.

How are you feeling today?: good and sassy.

How many keys are on your keychain?: 1

What does the room you're in look like?: messy.

Do you own an iPod?: yes

Do you wear glasses or contacts? glasses when i want to look smart.

Do you like your parents?: Yes

What's your greatest fear?: failure. it's a real problem.

Your greatest strength?: My fierce love of competition. :)

How are you feeling right now? I miss Bear

Will poverty ever end?: No.

Will we destroy our own planet?: Probably. But, I'll probably be dead by then. So. Carry on.