this and this and....

I want to learn another language. Spanish maybe, or French?

I told my students that if they brought me a postcard of where they've been, I'd tried to get there too.

I used to think I'd be the person who never had doubts. used to.

I have chronic hemorrhoids -- slightly self-diagnosed but mostly not.

I'm afraid of my deepest desires.

I am critical.

I always feel like I could stand to lose 5 pounds.

I don't like to pray.

I can't think about salvation without being heartbroken.

I love my friends.

I have the best mom and dad in the world.

I have a strong affinity (addiction) to any and all cookies, ice creams, and chocolates.

I don't like materialism but I love to buy jeans from the buckle.

I am a hypocrite (see above)

I give up on people sometimes.

I assume people don't like me unless they give me reason to think otherwise.

I give too much effort to working and not enough effort to things I love.

I have a problem with saying inappropriate things and thinking they are hilarious.

I don't wonder as much as I used to.

My feet are always cold. As am I most of the time.

Scarves and Jewelry are my most favorite addition to my wardrobe in the last 2 years. 

I like layers too.

I find hair in the strangest places.... 

I don't really have a favorite animal.

Sound of Music is my default favorite movie, although I've probably seen many better movies in my lifetime.

I don't like the words "husband" and "wife". they seem old-fashioned.

I make things up frequently when students ask me questions i don't know the answer to. I like to call it "speculating".

I over analyze everything. always.

I think everything worth doing takes risk.

When it comes down to it, I have a difficult time taking risks.

I like to see how uncomfortable I can make people feel when I do strange things.

I talk to my mom about everything.

I want adventures. But only to the extent to which they are not scary.

I want to give of myself. But only to the extent that it is comfortable.

I am a picky eater. My parents enabled me! 

I am afraid of not knowing who I am. 

I can not buy into the 9-5 American working world. I hate it. But I am part of it. 

I like to pick scabs and things of that nature off of other people. Pat lets me.

I always try to dye my hair to my natural color. Isn't that counterintuitive?

I do not retain information. 

I can not find words to adequately communicate the most important things.

I have a terrible memory.

I am an open person. Sometimes it backfires. I never learn my lesson.