Because I’m too lazy to come up with my own posts sometimes, I do surveys. This is the Avitable survey that he came up with all on his own.

• My favorite age: 19
• My best friend(s): Eddie, Supertech, and my assorted WoW friends
• My celebrity crush: Hugh Laurie, Angelina Jolie, the Mac guy whose name escapes me at the moment, Josh Hartnett
• My defining characteristic: my moodswings, my sarcastic nature, and my red hair (back in the day)
• My most evil moment: when Supertech and I make fun of the customers
• My favorite food: Taco Bell
• My grossest injury: a few nasty sunburns
• My biggest hatred: stupidity and the increasing amount of “do this for me” attitude from people at work.
• My most illegal activity: shoplifting from a place that I used to work at, random nights of pot smoking.
• My need for justice: forced sterilization of people who just won’t stop breeding kids that they don’t have the means to support
• My most knowledgeable field: I’m a font of random, pointless info
• My life’s goal: Don’t kill anyone.
• My mother’s influence: Mom gave me a love of reading
• My nerdiest point: I’m planning on taking vacation time during the week that the WoW exspansion comes out in November
• My oldest memory: Trick-or-treating in California when I was about 2 or 3
• My perfect date: Dinner, a movie, and cuddling on the couch
• My unanswered question: Who put the “bomp” in the “bomp shebomp shebomp”?
• My random fact: Lysol makes me cough.
• My stupidest decision: There’s too many to list
• My favorite television show:Lost, Heroes, House, Survivor
• My style of underwear: boy short style
• My favorite vegetable: peas
• My weakest trait: I’ve got a terrible temper, and horrible mood swings.
• My X-men power: OCD M&M sorting
• My strongest yearning: to be loved
• My moment of Zen: Saturday mornings when Pickle wakes me up, the middle of the night when Chaucer crawls under the covers with me

This week’s Monday Mindbump is brought to you by The Transparent Hypnotist:

“What is the biggest moment you have experienced that has changed your life?”

Getting on that plane to Vancouver, April 2001. It took a lot of courage for me to even get to the point where I could even admit that I had feelings for Eddie, and it took even more for me to go over there. I was alone, it was my first solo trip anywhere, and my first flight out of the country. I was petrified. My thoughts were racing the entire trip over there. I had brought a small notebook with me because when I’m nervous I like to write, and it’s filled with paragraphs about how scared I was, how hopeful I was that Eddie and I would get along and that nothing would be any different than our 3-hour phone calls. I made the trip, I fell in love with Eddie all over again in person, and my life has been crazier and better ever since.

• attempting to post to twitter via socialthing. maybe eventually it will actually work. #
• @hismuse slapslap #
• friend-requesting an assload of highschool classmates. Anyone remember me? Doubt it #
• just friend-requested an assload of high school classmates. Anyone remember me? #
• @theresheather I took the tablets for a month. They didn’t do much for me #
• I want more sleep! Why can’t I crawl back under the covers instead of going to work? #
• Mom made me lunch today. I feel like I’m in 6th grade again. #
• Slow days are nice days! #
• Note to self: download songs from Grease #
• Just because you’re a fucking junkie and can’t get your oxycontin 3 days early, don’t take it out on your kid #
• http://twitpic.com/azn2 - Can’t sort them #
• Hooray for filling prenatal vitamins for 14 year olds! #
• http://twitpic.com/b0gq - Traffic makes me sad #
• @italia2 who’s magic carpet guy? sounds suspiciously like that customer we know and love with the furry back. #

“If you had stayed with your first love or your high school sweetheart, what would your life be like now?”
Mindbump suggested by Sunfire’s Random Babblings

We’ll call him J for simplicity’s sake. Since I’ve found him on Myspace I know what he’s up to in his life, as far as what his wife puts up there for him since he was never any good with computers and I’m pretty sure that as soon as she figured out who I was she removed me as a friend from his profile. What would life be like if we’d stayed together?

For one thing I’d probably be completely unhappy. J’s a sweet guy for the most part. However he could be a complete douchebag. We’d been together for most of junior high and high school, breaking up and making up in that high school way, gone to each other’s homecoming dances and my junior prom, and literally a month before my senior prom J dumps me because he thinks that I’m more interested in some guy from one of my classes that I mentioned, he’s got a couple of girls who may or may not be interested in him, etc, and oh, can he have back the money he chipped in for the tickets? Since I already had my tickets and dress purchased, I managed to convince one of my coworkers to go with me, a 16 year old kid who was thrilled to be slow dancing with a chick who had more than a handful in the boob department (that’s another story altogether, however).

After I got back from my time at URI J and I started going out again. When we split up this time around I didn’t even get dumped, he simply stopped speaking to me for 2 weeks, until I finally left him a message on his answering machine that just said “We need to talk, this involves the BOTH of us and is VERY important.” He (and his mother, who heard the message first) took this to mean that I was pregnant. I simply wanted to tell J that a guy I had dated briefly was threatening him as well as me after finding out that I’d started seeing J again.

Another reason I’d be unhappy is that J loved kids and wanted them. Me, on the other hand, can handle kids in small doses as long as they are not mine and I can give them back to their rightful owner. I’ve never had any sort of maternal instinct or desire to have kids, I just thought that it was something that you did when you got married. If J and I had stayed together I’d either have kids and be unhappy about that, or we’d be without kids and I’d be living in an unhappy marriage because he wanted them. Either way it’s not fair to anyone involved.

I’m totally happy with the way things turned out. If I had to wait 6 years after high school to find a guy that I’ll spend the rest of my life with, that’s 6 years well spent, in my opinion.

Dear Eddie,

Back in 2001 when we first met on Livejournal and started chatting online via ICQ and AIM, did you ever, in a million years, imagine that we would end up like this? I know that I certainly didn’t. You were in Vancouver and I was in Providence, and yet we immediately hit it off as though we’d known each other for years. We talked online for hours at a time, and once I managed to get drunk enough to work up the nerve to actually call you on the phone, you still kept talking to me, even though chances are good I was babbling about how cool your accent was and how drunk I was. And I was impressed that you stayed on the phone and humored me, and that you didn’t run screaming for the hills when I told you one afternoon before we’d even met in person that if we ever got married my initials would spell out “cam”.

So I traveled out to meet you and we had some fun. We had a lot of fun, even though I was out of shape and not used to walking everywhere and complained all the time about how my feet hurt, or my calves hurt or couldn’t we just stop for a second so that I could check that my legs were still there? You introduced me to caribou burgers, public transportation, and good beer that has a perverted sounding name. I saw my first movie on DVD at your house, and took my first solo flight to be with you. You took me bar-hopping to some fantastic places, gave me a flower that you picked off a tree, and when I passed out on your bed that first night you didn’t even try to get me naked, you just threw a blanket over me and decided to try again later.

I fell in love with your goofiness, your geekiness, and your scruffy good looks. I love everything about you, from your posing topless like Demi Moore’s pregnant magazine covers to the fact that you give me a kiss every morning before you leave for work, even if I’m asleep or if we’ve fought that morning. I love your laugh, your smiles, your kisses, and your obsession with the Back to the Future trilogy. I love that you’ve already decided that you’d shoot me if I ever became a zombie, and that you will always, ALWAYS try to scare me during scary movies, and that you always try to send me into the other room to turn on the light when we’ve both creeped ourselves out during scary movies. I adore that you collect rubber ducks, but only the right types of rubber ducks. I love that you think I’m a total dork for liking A Tale of Two Cities. We’ve moved twice since you made the big move down here, and you’ve put up with a lot of my hoarding shit. You’ve packed up boxes upon boxes of stuffed animals that I always insist that I’ll snuggle with and yarn that I plan on using eventually. I love how you cook chicken, and I love how you love me even on days or during times when I’m sure that you shouldn’t, because I’m positive that no one else would love me during those times like you do.

Now here we are, married for 6 years today, living in my Mom’s basement like stereotypical gaming nerds. I’m a slob, I’m a pack-rat, I’m psycho, and yet somehow you still love me through all of that.

So what do you say, should we go for another 6 years?