"Everything had become simple again, quite simple, the complexity gone into nowhere."
~Women in Love
I originally thought I had nothing for being 18. But searching through hidden stores, I found this. Hurray, little gem! I guess I really am older because reading this already makes me cringe.
11 November 2005
1535 (3:35 PM)
Cynthia-Marie: My dad liked the name Cynthia (it means moon or moon goddess or something). Technically Marie means "star of the sea", but it's really short for my mom's name. She was named after a place in the Philippines, "Marikina", but her parents didn't like the "ki" so she became "Marina."
My dad, I think...
Brown. In a bright room, they turn a translucent light brown. (But I suspect everyone's do.) I like that.
Innie. I think outies are creepy.
5'2 and 3/4. The 3/4 is very important. It makes me taller than Kristen Bell.
I like how much I enjoy puzzles (cryptoquips and su doku), my punctuality, that I'm not afraid to venture, and my boobs.
My cuteness. Bah
(What a stupid question) 6253
Black. I highlighted it last year, but that part's pretty much just at the tips now.
I have them, but I don't like to wear them because they're a new prescription, and I haven't gotten used to it.
In a university-arranged flat in London with 5 other girls. It's really hot.
Fanta, espresso, tea. The nutrients of life.
Blush wine, tequila.
I don't know.
I could go on for days about this, but I'll try to stick to the highlights. Sushi. Fries. Chocolate chip cookies. Curry. Bread. Sour cream.
Scrabble and monopoly.
American Eagle (I don't shop there a lot, but I like their store mannequins)
The 21st of December: the winter solstice. I like it because it's the shortest day of the year.
Yorkshire terrier. And floppy-eared bunny rabbits.
Girls, by a landslide.
With the extended family? Bout once a year.
My mom. Most of my friends go to college far away from me, so I see them rarely.
My dad was really smart. My mom is too, but she doesn't like admitting it. They both accomplished so much in their lives - emigrating from the homeland and settling down somewhere new. Perhaps that's not special in that people have done that before, but I'm proud of them for it.
No. I don't like using people.
Yea I do.
Depends on how important they are. If they're your secrets, I'll keep them. If they're my secrets, I'll tell everyone but tell them to keep it a secret.
All the time.
It's where I sound the best!
Yeah, but I think that's because I haven't seen her reality show yet.
Hell fucking no.
Yea. I was in Venice and I couldn't read the signs. I also did it in high school when I needed to wash dishes. The boys' bathroom reeks.
Everyone has, but I haven't done it intentionally. I don't like horrible people, so I try not to be one.
Yeah. I spilled a cup of tea on myself and that hurt. My heart has hurt a few times as well, but that's unavoidable.
All the fucking time.
Usually. I don't like to ask for things unless I really want them, and then I go all out for them.
I ate escargo, didn't I? And though I am afraid of heights, when I was asked to go on Tower of Terror, didn't I say yes?
I did once in the 7th grade. I think I gave someone the answer just so he would shut up. I felt so bad I never did it again.
Jeans, sweater, button down shirt, tube top.
[Or perhaps they meant underpants. To which I don't know the answer since it was so long ago, but that question certainly would make more sense.]
Tarzan the cartoon is on tv, Aleks is hitting a pan, and music is blasting out of some room.
Wallet, A-Z, digital camera, The Golden Age of British Painting, 2 pens, lipgloss, bus map, Oyster card.
Just the tops. We don't want everyone seeing your business, boys.
What they're wearing.
I don't wear cologne (or perfume), but I use scented lotion, if that counts. It makes me smell like a pina colada.
A vitamin and 2 AA batteries
Boxers. I like wearing them too. Comfy, like shorts.
Taller than me, anyway
A nice guy with a bad-boy streak.
[I did have something for these two questions, but what I wrote was so horrible that I didn't want to include it. But then I read it again and it made me laugh so hard that I think I need to (but I did edit the first bit). I swear I'm not as awful (or man-hating) as it makes me sound.]
When they act like show-off dicks in front of their friends.
Usually how ugly they are.
On TV, Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion, in the theater, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
I haven't eaten dinner yet, but I've warmed up with a lox bagel, three bowls of cereal, a pitta pocket, a bread roll, two cups of tea, and pineapple juice.
An awesome GPA, quiet, health and happiness, a place to live in Davis when I get back, more money than I know what to do with, new shoes, my laptop to magically fix itself, and to lose fifteen pounds without having to cut down on what I eat.
Earth. I want to see everything! Europe is convenient. There's so much to choose from and it's all so closeby. Specifically, I'd like to travel to all the places I've never been - Switzerland, Germany (outside of the airport), Budapest. I'd like to go back to Amsterdam and remember some of it. I'd like to return to Barcelona and London one day because I enjoyed them so much. I'd like to go to back to New York (which I know isn't in Europe) when it snows. I'd also like to roadtrip down California's coast sometime.
It was a nightmare, so I don't want to talk about it
A bowl of cereal
Cotton candy pink.
This wasn't sent to me, I found it on Florence's myspace page. But of course I like her!
Haha yes, I did.
I am shy, but I've also asked someone out before.
I don't even know what that means
Winter. I love ice skating and hate the heat. Snuggle weather all the way.
I'm not sending them anything, but sure! I love mail
I figure you mean "...respond [to this e-mail]", but since it's not an e-mail, that doesn't make sense, does it.
I took a nap, ate dinner, watched weird television, worked on my scrapbook, drank some wine then made pasta, burned my fingers on the lid (I think because of the wine), and fell asleep.
I should have been writing a paper right now.
Sad. It's not a good movie unless I'm crying at the end.
Yea...I ran out of things to say about myself so this stirred up ideas.