I was nominated by my lovely friend Chelsea @ Spotlight on Stories – go check out her blog if you haven’t already! If you like my blog but wish I read more SFF (or wish I lived somewhere with a bigger theatre scene), you will love her reviews.
- Thank the person that nominated you and leave a link to their blog.
- Post about the award.
- Share seven facts about yourself.
- Nominate at most 15 people.
- Tell your nominees they’ve been nominated for one lovely award.
- I’m an only child, and I love it. I’m a dictionary definition introvert – I get really exhausted when I spend too much time around other people, need to be on my own to recharge, etc. – so I was always appreciative to have a lot of time on my own growing up.
- In that vein, I don’t want kids. Never have. I know I could always change my mind, but I’d wager a pretty large sum of money that I won’t. There is nothing worse to me than the sound of a toddler shrieking. (If I ever did change my mind, I would adopt, and that’s absolutely non-negotiable.)
- I’ve never had a nosebleed. I’m not sure why that came to mind.
- My biggest claim to fame is that I once spent five hours stranded in an airport with Stephen Fishbach (a former two-time Survivor contestant) and we got to chatting for quite a while and he was very indignant on my behalf when it looked like I was going to miss my connection because of our absurdly long delay. I made my connection. Stephen Fishbach was pleased.
- I get more stressed out when I’m traveling with people than I do when I’m traveling alone. The stakes feel higher, I guess, like if something goes wrong it’s not only my own day that’s being ruined. If I’m on my own, it takes away a lot of that pressure. Again, major introvert here.
- I hate to cook. I’m not awful at it, but I’m not great, either, and it just stresses me out.
- I snuck into the Louvre once, but I have a kind of reasonable explanation for this. Okay, so, I was in Paris with a friend a few years back, and we spent hours in the Louvre, and one sculpture we both really wanted to see was Psyche Revived by Cupid’s Kiss by Antonio Canova. However, it’s in this one wing toward the entrance that we missed, and we decided we’d catch it on our way out. Unfortunately, by the time we got there the museum was closing, and they wouldn’t let anyone into that wing. The guard we were talking to saw how distraught we were, and said that if we wanted to come back the next day, we could text him and he’d let us in for free to see the sculpture. So we got his number, came back the next day – the day we were leaving Paris – and texted him, but he could only text back on his break, and we didn’t hear back and time was running out before our train left. My friend could get in for free anyway because she’s German and was an EU citizen and a student, but since I’m American, I would have had to pay the entry fee again, which felt a little ridiculous since I was just seeing one sculpture, which I’d already gotten permission to see for free by someone who worked there, who just didn’t happen to be available at that moment. So I took out my student ID which just said the name of my University and not the country, flashed it to the person who was admitting us, put on a stupid English accent, and insisted my school was in England until she let me in. We saw the sculpture, and it was completely worth my deception. I’m ordinarily very rule abiding, I swear. This is one of the more rebellious things I’ve ever done.
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