16 Going on 80

I think I have premature Alzheimer's.

Seriously. I can never remember anything.

I've taken to writing lists, not because I like lists, but because otherwise I forget all but three of the things that were supposed to be on the list.

And then I try and make a mental list, so I can store all of the things that need to be on that list in my mind until I get home and can furiously scribble them down before they all go on vacay, but it doesn't work.

I end up remembering two, forgetting one, remembering two more, forgetting another one...

Needless to say, my lists don't generally grow very quickly.

I've been using a journal that my wonderful mother gave me for Christmas as a journal / extra memory bank. I literally write down every sort of list that I can think of, such as movies that I need to get, blog entries that I should do sometime in the future, books to read, and -- wait, I forgot the other ones. See what I mean?

As much as I want to carry it around with me so that I can write down all of my trains of thoughts before they depart for distant destinations, but I feel that doing so would broadcast my forgetfulness in a way that would not exactly be beneficial to me.

So instead, I will allow my memory to age three times as fast as my body until I can't even remember my own name by the age of thirty.

The funny thing is, I'm still great at memorizing things. And doesn't memory have to do with memorizing? I always thought so, since, you know, the first five letters are the same and all.

I can remember all of the lines from all of the shows that I'm in at one time, and if you so much as say the word "clam-bake" I will break out into Carousel. Pay no mind to the fact that it's been six years since I did that show.

But alas, I would rather not try to figure out why I'm such a forgetful little monster, I will just go on making lists until the end of my happily forgetful days.

Or at least until I forget where I put my notebook.

Braaaaiiiiins

Mine don't work.

No, seriously, I think I have issues up in the noggin.

That would explain why I forget to post on here for weeks at a time.

Other than that, my brain just randomly puts thoughts into my head that don't really relate to what I'm doing. Or where I am. Or anything, for that matter.

Lately, there's been a surge of notes on facebook where people share thirty random facts that you never knew about them, and probably never wanted to know.

And because sharing this kind of unnecessary information happens to be my specialty, I shall do so here.

1. I want to be fluent in as many languages as possible. Namely French, Italian, and Russian.

2. I always think that grass is softer than it actually is. Therefore, my special little fantasy of laying in a field of grass and looking for bunnies in the sky is never actually going to be as glorious as I would like it to be.

3. I hate crying. If there was one human trait that I could train myself against, it would be that.

4. When I grow up, I want to drink wine. Mostly because of all the cute stuff you can put on the bottles.

5. I think I have a mini philosopher living in my head. He likes thinking deep thoughts at inappropriate times,

6. I really wish I could have plain, straight-across bangs. But with my hair, it never works out.

7. One of the hardest things for me to do is not make plans. I would love to just take a year and travel, go places without any destination or plans, but I don't know if I'll ever be able to bring myself to do it.

8. I want to be in movies. Not for the fame or the fortune, but because I'm fascinated by the whole system.

9. I'm constantly comparing our modern world with that of the past.

10. I'm a terrible artist. Yet somehow, I can do decent hair and makeup. I wonder how that is?

11. I want to be a journalist when I grow up. Although I'm fairly convinced that given a cape and a tiara, I could save the world.

12. Jewelry makes me happy. Therefore, I have massive amounts of it.

13. Robes are the most frustrating piece of clothing ever. They never stay were you want them to.

14. I wish my life was a musical. Then, when I broke out in song, people wouldn't give me funny looks.

15. I love my brother. I like to make fun of him, and write things like "I smell like poopy butt" in his notes, but I still love him.

16. I'm not an excruciatingly social person. If a relationship is taking more energy than it's worth, I don't bother with it.

17. I could fill my wardrobe with lace, pearls, and vintage and be happy for an eternity.

18. Audrey Hepburn is one of my favorite actresses, even though I've only seen a couple of her movies.

19. I thoroughly enjoy brutal video games. In a world as selectively sheltered as today's, everybody needs a little harmless violence.

20. Only my true friends have seen the full spectrum of my emotions and still love me for it. And trust me, that spectrum is broad.

21. I hate sell-outs. As soon as a book or movie or something gets too ridiculously popular, I don't like it anymore.

22. Historical fiction is my nerdy pleasure. I just spent a whole weekend doing nothing but playing historical fiction video games, reading historical fiction books, and watching historical fiction movies. Don't judge.

23. Judgers be haters. Naw, I'm just kidding. I judge all the time.

24. Snow globes are my pride and joy.

25. I laugh to myself in public. I can't help it.

26. I have a box in my room called "Le boite de penser". I have vowed to never put anything in it, as I have painted the words "don't you wonder why it's empty?" on the inside.

27. As much as I sometimes want to punch people in the head and banish them to Iceland, I don't really hate anybody.

28. I have slight o.c.d. about things being even.

29. I've seen each of the Lord of the Rings movies at least 25 times.

30. I'm a star whiner. Just ask my family. I am Emma, the Queen of Whining.

31. Yeah, I'm cool, I'm doing thirty-one.
             I'm kind of a jerk sometimes, because I find it more virtuous to simply share what you're thinking and be truthful than to search too hard for an overly tactful way to share your thoughts, and in effect not actually share them.

There. I bet you know way more about me than you ever needed to. Either that, or you are deeply intrigued and are now seriously contemplating being my stalker. If the first, I apologize for using up your ever so precious time. If the second, I don't blame you. I would too.