Hey, Tebow! Lead us NOT into temptation.

My recent thoughts:

• Don't get me wrong - I am very excited about TO signing with the Bengals. He and Chad are going to be so much fun to watch this year, but let's be real. Just because we have TO doesn't mean we're going to the Superbowl. People are going overboard. I'm among the biggest Bengals fans, but I'm trying to have an ounce of realism. Adding #81 to the roster isn't going to help us beat the Ravens.

• I hate the dentist. The end.

• Toddlers & Tiaras is absolutely terrifying. Little girls are not supposed to have fake teeth, extensions, manicures, and fake tans. Nor are they supposed to dance like hip-hop stars and model in bikinis to 40-something year-old men serving as "judges." Pervs.

• Tim Tebow signed with Jockey to be their newest spokesman. This is great news for me. He even made public his preference for briefs. I promise - the instant I see an ad with Tebow in boxer-briefs, it will be posted right here. He better not go the Michael Jordan/Hanes route and only model t-shirts. Tebow and underwear sounds like the greatest combination since peanut butter and jelly. In fact, I'm not sure which I'd rather have in my mouth. BOOM! WENT THERE!

• ...yeah, I'm still stuck on this topic...why would America's most famous virgin become an underwear model? It's like he reads my mind and wants to put salt in the wound. See something you like? Tough. The forbidden fruit must be tasted.

Tomorrow, I'm going to Baltimore with mom and dad to see my family and finally meet little Cameron! I can't wait. I've never been to Baltimore and I'm excited to see where my mom grew up and my parents met. We're also going to spend some time in Charlottesville which is always nice. Expect pictures.

I'm only loving John with 'Half of My Heart.'

After tonight's performance, it is definitive: DMB > John Mayer.

Jenn, Sib, Morgan and I made our way to Riverbend for some Train and John Mayer. Train's set was nice enough - although the singer doesn't sound quite as good live as on the radio. John came out looking about as bad as he possibly could (and I think it's tough for him to look bad) - white wifebeater, shaggy hair, red bandana, looking like a skinny, doped-up crack addict.

Personally, I was thoroughly surprised by his setlist. Most of the lawn crowd (where we were sitting) seemed disappointed in his choices, which included "Vultures," "Clarity," "Waiting on the World to Change," "Good Love is on the Way," and "Gravity." I was very excited that he chose to play "I Don't Trust Myself with Loving You" and "Why Georgia." He also did a number of songs from Battle Studies - including "Do You Know Me?," "Who Says?," "Perfectly Lonely," "War of my Life," and "Heartbreak Warfare." For his encore, he did an amazing mash-up of "Your Body is a Wonderland" and "Neon" followed by "Edge of Desire" (my favorite song from the new CD). He also did excellent covers of "Ain't No Sunshine," "Raspberry Beret," and "Don't Stop Believing." Although I loved the encore selection, I left feeling unsatisfied in his song choices.

He also didn't seem as funny as usual. This could be because he had to censor himself - Q102 was doing a live feed of the entire concert. Don't get me wrong. His guitar playing blew me away, his voice sounded great (although he messed with the melodies on most songs), and even John Mayer's ugliest is still pretty damn hot. However, I was somewhat disappointed in the show and I certainly rank it as my least favorite of the three J.May shows I've attended.

Remember when he used to be a precious, 'innocent' boy writing romantic lyrics in Atlanta? Although he has progressed into more sophisticated music and moved away from a sugary pop sound into more blues, funk, and jazz (which I prefer), something in his personality has changed, too. Somehow, over the years, he has become this crude, sexual deviant who would rather hear himself talk than put out the amazing music he is capable of creating. We have lost him to his inner struggles, inappropriate comments, arrogance, celebrity relationships, multiple tattoos, an unhealthy addiction to Twitter, and some awful haircuts. The man needs a therapist. Bad. Let's retrace his transformation:

I will always stand by him because he is one hell of a musician...but I must admit, I miss the old John sometimes.

Each moment, the more I love you.

The closest thing I’ve ever had to a religious experience is a Dave Matthews Band concert. I know that sounds bizarre – but it’s the truth. Something about the live Dave Matthews Band experience makes me feel connected with everything, finally at peace and so alive.

As a result, I make my annual pilgrimage to Riverbend every summer for the Dave show. However, in recent years, I have been so addicted to the Dave high (no pun intended – I certainly catch a contact high from all of the pot smokers around me at the shows) that I have gone to more than one concert a year. I can’t get enough.

Every DMB show is different, with its own setlist and unique vibe. I have even seen their concert two nights in a row and left completely satisfied. The setlist changes every night and the repertoire of DMB music is so vast that you can never predict what they will play. The only thing you can expect is something bordering between a life-altering religious encounter and a 2 ½-hour-long orgasm.

There is nowhere I would rather be than at a Dave concert. Even excluding Dave, the musicians are incredible. The rhythm section is astouding with Stefan Lessard on bass. Smiling Carter Beauford is truly one of the most talented drummers in recent years and serves as the perfect band leader. Boyd Tinsley blows me away with his phenomenal violin solos. Tim Reynolds has proven to me time and time again that he isn’t actually a human being, but rather a guitar god. Although they aren’t LeRoi, Jeff Coffin and Rashawn Ross serve as mind-blowing replacements for the beloved, lost GrooGrux King. All of them combine to create multiple layers of intricate music that far surpass the stereotype of ‘frat-boy, jam band’ that some have used to describe the band.

…and then there’s Dave - the single most inspiring and influential musician in my life. Somehow his South African roots mixed flawlessly with the bohemian lifestyle of Charlottesville in the early ‘90s to create the most complex and rich music I’ve ever heard. Although he has started to lose it over the years, his voice is truly amazing as he possesses an incredible range and has mastered vocal inflections. For me, his voice brings to mind a mixture of jazz, country, rock, bluegrass, and blues. It also implies a certain level of human experience – all at once masculine, sexual, sensitive, and contemplative. Depending on the song, his energy can be inspiring, unsettling, erotic, or fun. His dance moves recall his childhood in Africa and have become a signature almost as recognizable as his voice.

His almost-poetic lyrics span the gamut of human emotion. They include vivid romanticism and lust, angst and unhappiness, worship over the beauty of a woman, carpe diem-like messages, inner battles and open struggles with faith and God, political messages (particularly about Iraq), and the pain experienced due to death and lost love. I feel like I can connect with his tortured soul, I struggle with my inner demons (particularly lust) in the same way.

Somehow, Dave also gets away with saying the dirtiest/sexiest things imaginable while still sounding innocent and pristine. Let's be honest - any rapper would be censored for this stuff. Want some examples?

“Crash” - He makes it sound like a romantic song rather than a vow of creepy, voyeuristic obsession. “You come crash into me and I come (sp?) into you. Hike up your skirt a little more and show your world to me."

“Rapunzel” – He turns this classic fairy tale into a bevy of sexual innuendo. "Open wide. Oh so good, I'll eat you. Take me for a ride." ...and later... "Up and down we go, from the top you push me. This is such a thrill."

“Crush” - Is he real? "Lovely lady, let me drink you, please. I won't spill a drop, no, I promise you." *swoon*

“Seven” - "Baby, I am all about you and all I want to do is take a little ride...maybe get inside." ...and later... "I can still taste you. I won't wash my hands."

“When the World Ends” - This song is literally about having sex during the apocalypse. I kid you not. "Your legs won't work 'cause you want me so. You just lie spread to the wall." ...and later... "When the world ends, we'll be burning one. When the world ends, we'll be sweet making love."

“Cornbread” - A song about taking a girl's virginity. The lyrics deal with youthful lust and the battle between inner temptation and the awareness of subsequent punishment from your parents. "You ain't ever had my cornbread, a little bit of heaven and a little bit of oh yeah. Cut it down the middle, open wide, and jump right in." I've also heard live versions with details about spitting in his hand and going down on her.

At any rate, absolutely nothing has spoken to me more than Dave Matthews Band. I feel so connected with their music and when I see them live, I lose myself to it – time and time again. There is nothing more evocative and real to me than standing in the rain, watching the lightning strike nearby, feeling the wind rush by, and listening to DMB.

I first heard DMB’s hit “What Would You Say” in 1994 (thanks to my Dad’s life-long connection with Charlottesville). It took me a few years to truly appreciate the depth of their music, but I’ve been hooked ever since. Although they are taking a much-needed break in 2011, DMB will remain an integral part of my life…and as always, I will be eagerly awaiting the announcement of their next tour dates.

Oh yeah – and it doesn’t hurt that Dave looks like this:

Please leave your wife for me, Dave. Please?

Things I Learned This Weekend

You are never too old to slip 'n slide. Like last year, we decided to create an extra-long slip 'n slide in our backyard and invite some people over. It's so refreshing to watch 20-somethings act like 7 year-olds every once in a while.

Louisville is a really cool city. Thanks to a wonderful Christmas present from my awesome parents, Jenn, Morgan, Sib, and I went to Louisville for the Hullabalou Music Festival. The night before Hullabalou, we went to Fourth Street Live! for some fun. It's an incredibly cool pedestrian area in downtown Louisville filled with a bunch of bars and clubs. We went to Wet Willie's for some daiquiris before heading to Howl at the Moon, an awesome dueling piano bar.

You cannot beat a dueling piano bar. Whether it be Pat O'Brien's in New Orleans or Howl at the Moon in Louisville, I have never been disappointed by a piano bar. The musicians in Louisville were hilarious and talented, the atmosphere was fun, and the drinks were good (huge buckets of hurricanes and fruit roll-ups). We requested (and they played) "Chicken Fried" by Zac Brown Band, Elton John's "Tiny Dancer," "The Way You Make Me Feel" by Michael Jackson, and "Stay" by DMB. They had a number of fun sketches/dances prepared for bachelorettes and a battle of local college fight songs. The hot performer also covered "I'm on a Boat." We spent a couple hours watching the show and singing along. If I ever go to Louisville again, I will definitely go back to Howl at the Moon. Now, I need to check out Fat Cats downtown.

Hullabalou is awesome. First of all, it's awesome that a music festival is held at the legendary and beautiful Churchill Downs. It was so fascinating to see the site of the Kentucky Derby. The set-up of the festival was cool, too. The main stage (where DMB, Zac Brown Band, and the Avett Brothers performed) was set up in front of the grandstands. Four other stages were set up in the in-field, along with tons of food and drink tents and a couple misting tents (it was SO hot). Jenn and I caught most of Steve Miller Band's set and they sounded great! We heard "The Joker," "Take the Money and Run," "Abracadabra," "Keep on Rockin' Me," and "Fly like an Eagle."

Festival seating is dangerous. Right when we got there, we decided to wait in line for the best general admission seating to open up. We were very close to the front of the line, but after a bit, we were all re-located in front of five different doors. Eventually, the security staff moved the gates from in front of the doors and we were told that we had to make a mad dash for the best seats. Everyone was lined up, waiting for 4:00 to hit...I'm sure we looked like horses lined up at the gate. I was terrified as I looked behind me and saw the huge crowd of people. When it was time, everyone sprinted toward the stairs. Two girls in front of me tripped, so I had to wait. I saw the stampede of people rushing up the stairs and counted 6 other people on the ground and one girl with a broken flip-flop. Absurd. Luckily, the girls got an AMAZING box for us, center stage.

Dave Matthews Band = Oratory Orgasm. I suppose I've known this for a while...but DMB didn't disappoint. After waiting all day and fighting crowds for an amazing spot, we were treated to 2-1/2 hours of musical bliss. DMB opened with "Funny the Way It Is" and followed that with "You Might Die Trying." Jenn was happy when they played "Stay or Leave" and I literally jumped for joy when they started "Seven," my favorite song from Big Whiskey. Later, they played "Crush," "Don't Drink the Water," "Why I Am," "Spaceman," "#41," "Gravedigger," "Lie in Our Graves," "You and Me," and "Shake Me like a Monkey." They also played my new favorite DMB song - "Cornbread." I can't get enough of Dave's naughty lyrics, his ridiculous dancing, and his scatting. Mmm... Before the encore, Zac Brown came out and they did covers of Willie Nelson's "Funny How Time Slips Away" and Bob Dylan's "All Along the Watchtower." For the encore, Dave did his solo "Some Devil" and they ended the show (unfortunately) with "Ants Marching," the one DMB song I've heard too many times to like anymore. I even got offered some pot by the guy next to us - he wouldn't leave me alone throughout the whole show. The view was absolutely incredible with four jumbotrons, the stage, thousands of people, the racetrack, and a full moon. I couldn't have asked for anything more.

...and finally...

Dave loves the front seat. As we were leaving Churchill Downs, I noticed a cop car with its lights on, so I pulled over to let it pass. It turned out to be an escort for some tour busses. I instantly remembered seeing Dave once in the front seat while the band was leaving Blossom. Sure enough, Dave was in the front seat of one of the busses...and I nearly passed out. After contemplating for a brief second on whether or not to follow the bus, I opted (sanely) to head back to Cincinnati.


As you can see, I had a wonderful weekend with my very best friends in the world. I'm one lucky gal.

Corn Bread, Anyone?

I had a wonderful weekend in Louisville with my best friends - a more in-depth entry coming soon.

Until then, proof of why Dave Matthews completes my soul. Watch it full-screen for the full effect. Mmm...

I refuse to believe that 2011 is a year of rest for DMB. I guess that means I have to see them again this year?

No, I don't like horizontal stripes at all.

I, by no means, am a fashionista. In fact, I'm probably the most apathetic girl I know when it comes to fashion, clothes, and make-up.

BUT - I really want this stuff.

Oh yeah - I'm really liking the new stuff from the Black Keys and Maroon 5 right now. A lot.

The fair is a veritable smorgasbord.

It's that time of year again, my friends. The week of the coveted Warren County Fair.

Believe it or not, I can vividly remember a time when I couldn't wait for the fair to start. It meant seeing my friends every night and riding all the rides. Now, I can't walk in there without immediately feeling like I need a shower.

Nowadays, I feel obligated to go. Lebanon isn't exactly a bustling metropolis, so when something is actually happening, everyone jumps at the chance of something out-of-the-ordinary to do. This week, I stopped by the fair (for about 20 minutes) and I couldn't believe it. With the exception of those who show animals, the crowd is pretty sketchy. It is mostly a greasy clusterfuck of carnival workers, have-nots, and horny 8th graders. However, the fair does have a saving grace - the delicious fried food.

Welcome to the teetering brink of sanity.

As was previously mentioned, I've been having a rough time lately.

Last night/today, I slept for 14 hours. Yes, you read correctly - Fourteen hours. I wasn't even exactly sleeping. I was aware that I was still in bed and fully aware that I wasn't tired anymore. Even worse, my parents were home and I had someone to be around. Yet, I stayed in bed...merely because I didn't feel like getting up.

Is this standard behavior for jobless, post-grads? ...or am I being pathetic, nostalgic, and lazy?

In addition, today I: got in another fight with my sister (more like a continuation of the first), worried about what I believe to be a basal cell carcinoma on my nose, ripped some pants, and cried out of a combination of self-pity and a particularly touching episode of Degrassi.

Rockin'.

In other news, I saw Inception tonight and my mind was blown. I love movies that force me to actually engage myself to understand them. I'm still bouncing between two possible explanations of the ending and would really like to see it again. Christopher Nolan is the man...the Batman-loving man. Also - who is choosing Leonardo DiCaprio's movies for him? Because that person is pure genius and saved Leo from Titanic comparisons long ago.

I also watched 2012 tonight, which I must say, is absurd. I don't prescribe to the Mayan calendar way-of-thinking or the Repent-the-end-is-near mentality, but even still, the plot was more unrealistic than my chances with Sid the Kid. Despite the cool special effects, the movie left me highly disappointed and laughing at yet another poor career choice for hometown hero Woody Harrelson. However, if I wanted any actor to survive the apocalypse, I'm definitely pulling for John Cusack.

Finally, as much as I love Chad Ochocinco, I want to punch nearly every contestant on his new dating reality show, The Ultimate Catch. I'm not stupid. I know VH1 does everything in its power to provide endless programming of trash television rather than music. I also know that practically every professional athlete of note in this country dates mindless beauty queens with annoying voices. Still, it pains me to watch it happen...in slow-mo...to one of my favorite Bengals. Between the fake boobs, the Miami-girl voices, and the shitstorm of snooty girl fights, I have lost faith in VH1, Ochocinco's taste in women, and reality dating shows.

Oh wait - that implies that I once had faith in any of those things. Ha.

You're welcome.

The level of sexiness achieved with this photo is unprecedented. How does a person make a chin scar look sexy? Ask Sid...because he somehow made getting jacked in the face with a hockey stick the hottest thing you could do. Don't even get me started on his lips. No wonder I never like real boys...Sidney makes them look so bad.

Added bonus - He can't even disappoint me or crush my soul with moodiness, selfishness, cluelessness, or general douchiness! Why do I love celebs? Because they never let you down.

...unless, of course, you love Chris Brown.

Save the strange behavior for the kids with dirty drawers.

Despite the excruciating boredom I faced during the week, I had an eventful weekend.

Friday, I went to Devon and Alex's wedding. It was absolutely beautiful - a nice ceremony followed by a fun and intimate reception. The place was decorated beautifully, the music and the food were good, a lot of people I love were there, and I could not be happier for Devon. She has been a wonderful friend to me the last few years and I wish her all the best in her marriage and her new life in New Orleans! ...and hopefully, a couple future visits to the Big Easy for me... ;)

Saturday, Jenn, TJ, Sib, and I went to the Little River Cafe in Oregonia for some drinks and some live music on the Little Miami. Little River burnt down about a year ago and the re-opening was last weekend. The place is awesome. I couldn't believe how packed it was and the atmosphere (and the music) was great. I foresee us spending a lot of time down there...

Today, I went to the Reds game against the Colorado Rockies with Jenn, her dad, and her aunt. Although the Reds lost (1-0), it's always fun to go downtown for the games. There isn't a bad seat in Great American Ballpark and I love seeing Joey Votto...even if it's from section 414. After the game, we went to El Rancho Grande for some delicious Mexican food. No complaints there.

My parents got home today from Florida. It's about time. I missed them terribly - life is so boring without them here.

Lately, I've been struggling with something. I'm in a situation where I know I'm right in an argument. I don't want to hold a petty grudge, but I also don't want immature and unfair behavior to be overlooked and forgiven. I'm tired of being walked on, so question: Where do you draw the line between expecting an apology (that may not come) and forgiving someone (who doesn't really deserve to be forgiven)? Loaded.

Finally, From Dusk Til Dawn is perhaps the most absurd vampire movie I've ever seen...and this is coming from a huge fan of George Clooney and Quentin Tarantino. Ehh...I suppose every actor is allowed to have a 'WTF?' career choice from time to time.

Someone pinch me.

New Rule: I must limit my travel fantasies to no more than 3 hours a day.

It's absurd how often I think about travel. Creepy almost...but I can't help it. There are so many absolutely amazing places in the world (expensive, too). Want some proof?

Yes, friends. That is a pool...overlooking the ocean...and you almost can't tell where the chlorine ends and the salt begins. (Banyan Tree, Mahe Island, Seychelles)

Way to take your typical "hotel on the water" and literally put it on the water. There are see-through areas on the floor, too. (Hilton Moorea Lagoon Resort, French Polynesia)

For someone who doesn't drink, this might still be a nice place to hang with my drinking friends. (Four Seasons, Mumbai) For another, more realistic, rooftop bar, check out the Ghostbar at the Palms in Las Vegas.

I literally cannot wrap my mind around this. Is this actually a hotel room? (Jade Mountain, St. Lucia)

Just give me Sidney Crosby and I'm never leaving the bathroom. (Intercontinental, Hong Kong)

I dare you to fall asleep in this one. They also boast the world's only underwater restaurant. (Conrad Maldives Rangali Island Ithaa Suite, Maldives)

One hotel room from which you can have an amazing view of the Northern Lights. The ice village also includes the world's largest snow restaurant. (Kakslauttanen Igloo Hotel, Finland)

This is shattering all of my pre-conceived notions of Botswana. Yes, please. (Sanctuary Retreats Baines Camp, Botswana)

That doesn't look safe. I should probably test-run that for you. (Turtle Island, Fiji)

Sit in these natural hot springs (complete with waterfalls and a slide), swim up to the bar for a drink, and enjoy the view as you watch Mount Arenal erupt in the distance. Bragging point: I've been here. (Tabacon Hot Springs, Costa Rica)

So, I brought all of this up to my dad. He laughed and suggested that I become some hot-shot lawyer...or else find a sugar daddy. As if I haven't been working on that for quite some time now...

Jenn - Do NOT read this entry.

I've done it. I think I have finally figured out why I've been so down the last couple months. I suppose I've known it all along and I've been in denial. But, I need to man-up and face reality.

I miss college.

I didn't exactly lead the typical college lifestyle. I never drank, I never hooked up with randos at the bar, I rarely skipped a class, and I certainly never showed up to one drunk and/or hungover. Still, my unique experience was perfect for me.

It's funny to think that only two months ago, my life was completely different. I would wake up (at the ever-so-early 11:00 AM), shower, and slowly amble to class...where I spent more time talking with friends than actually learning anything. After returning home, I'd go through a drive-thru or stop at a restaurant with Jenn and get lunch/dinner. At 7:30, I would head over to Derailed for some Jeopardy and get ready for the evening's events. These events usually included hefty drinking (for the others, not me), one (or more) bars uptown, and a rowdy dance party in the living room - complete with grinding and a strobe light.

Don't get me wrong. I paid for this lifestyle. I would get home between 1:00-2:00 AM and then, I was forced to write papers, do reading, study, etc. In my last semester of college, I pulled more all-nighters than most people pull in their entire lifetime. I kid you not.

But, I would do anything to get that life back. Now, all of my friends are getting married and have big kid jobs. They wake up super early, work 9-5. They have no problem going to BW3's for a beer or two...but it's not the same. No one dances, no one gets unruly. I can't believe I'm saying this - but even a tiny part of me misses nasty Underground.

Secretly, I've been telling myself that we are all going back in the fall. We will go to Brick Street, Underground, or Mac & Joe's every night for some debauchery and then, two hatorades later, head back to Derailed for the most epic dance party known to man. Only now that I've been home, alone during the day, have I've realized that even if I were going back, it wouldn't be the same.

Eventually, I will move on. I can't live in a perpetual state of denial (although I'd like to try). I remember graduating from high school and feeling the same way. It just takes time. Time that I don't want to spend. I need to find something to occupy my time, a routine to fall into.

Until then, I'll miss it. Everything about it. Piano Man Wednesdays. Admiring the stars and avoiding the cops at Houston Woods. Jump Around during the 3rd period. Burrito Loco. Dance parties on furniture. Bonfires. Clintons at Shriver. Holding Jenn back from the black corner at Brick. Trips to see the motorcycle ghost. Hot Scott subs. Dance battles at Underground. Being one of only a few fans at Miami football games (and still being proud). Watching CJ dance when she thinks no one is watching. Tacos and tubbies at Mac & Joe's. Rock Band for far too many hours at Swing Hall. The sound of Pulley Tower playing a song on the bells. Watching the leaves change in the fall. Listening to Ben play the guitar or rap. Misfitz and Remnants concerts at Hall Auditorium. Thanksgiving at Central Perk. Bell Tower and Harris dining hall dinners. Watching the hockey team win after waiting in line for four hours. Green Beer Day. Watching Nick dance alone at the bar. Late night trips to McDonald's. Watching broomball games. '90s night at Brick. Oxford Diner. Bar crawls and pub golf. Marchoween. The Mexi-Club at 45. Walking on Western Campus. Sitting on the patio at Skipper's. Truth or dare. My 'band' with Cara. Sharing a dorm room with my best friend. Begging Eric to tuck. Sitting in MET Quad with friends. Halloween at Derailed. Sneaking boys into Ogden. Octoberfest. Tower-to-Go loaded fries. Long talks with TJ on the couch. Avoiding the seal. Cramming into Steinkeller. The plum tree in front of Central Perk. Jorts! Dancing with Claire(s). Passing student tours and wanting to reassure them that Miami is perfect.

I have such incredibly fond memories from my four years at Miami. My life was changed by unfair teachers, peers, great teachers, and most importantly, friends. Some of the best friends I will ever have. I'm not too worried - I know we will stay friends. It would be impossible to sever the bond we have created. Despite the distance, nothing will change. We will comfortably fall back into place during reunions. Until then, I take comfort in knowing that I have taken a piece of them with me. They have changed me for the better and I can't thank them enough.

It's not so much that Oxford is the perfect town - it's simply that Miami served as the perfect place for my life to be changed by wonderful people. Now, the people have left...as they always do...and Oxford sits, largely unchanged (exception - no more Qdoba), waiting for our return. Consequently, Oxford has become the symbol for the best years of my life. I love that no matter how much WE change, the place I called home for four years will always stay the same. Now, I can't wait to visit with my best friends and reminisce on our perfect days there.

It is a privilege for me to think that in such a place, we led such a life. Love and honor.

Kill Boredom: Volume 1.

Sometimes, I lack the content to write an interesting entry. This is one of those times. So, I figured, while my blog is still relatively new, I would fill out one of those fun questionnaires. Oh, come on...I know EVERYONE has done one of these before. Hopefully, I will have a more meaningful post tomorrow.

1. What is your middle name? Lynn.
2. How big is your bed? Too big for my room.
3.What are you listening to right now? Nothing actually. Silence can be a great thing.
4. Last person you hugged? Ginge.

5. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? My mom.
6. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Height.
7. Favorite type of food? As was previously mentioned, Mexican!
8. Do you want children? Absolutely.
9. Favorite holiday? Halloween. Corn mazes, haunted trails/houses, scary movies, pumpkin carving, costumes.

10. Favorite Season? Fall. Everything about it - the weather, football, the leaves, Halloween.

11. Have you ever cried over a love lost? More than I should.
12. Last Movie you watched? Some horror flick called Train. Cheesy.
13. What book are you reading? Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson.
14. Piercings? Never.
15. Favorite Movie? In an effort to avoid this question, I always go with my childhood favorite - The Sandlot.
16. Favorite college football team? THE Ohio State Buckeyes.
17. Favorite animal? Duck.
18. Favorite drink? Dr. Pepper - the nectar of the gods.

19. What color are your bedroom walls? Great question. Light blue, pink, and white. Cotton candy style.
20. Do you like to travel by plane? I used to. The older I get, the more unnatural it feels.
21. If you could go to any place right now, where would you go? Hmm...tough. Toronto.

22. What is the wallpaper on your cellphone? Mr. Potato Head from Derailed.
23. Favorite hangout? Putters for Tuesday Night Trivia or Brick Street in Oxford.
24. 3 things you can't live without? As long as it specifies things (not people) - my computer, my car, my glasses.
25. Favorite songs? This is an entry all on its own - "Con Te Partiro" - Andrea Bocelli.
26. What are you afraid of? Losing my loved ones. Failure. Suffering. Being alone.

27. First thing you'll save in a fire? I don't care if it's cliche - pictures.
28. What is your favorite color? Black, but I'm really starting to broaden my horizons. Lately, I've been feeling orange.
29. What did you want to be when you were a kid? A singer. I suppose it hasn't changed.
30. What do you usually do when the alarm turns on? Snooze for 25 minutes.
31. Who do you want to meet? This list could be very long. I'll go with Dave Matthews or Chuck Palahniuk. They have changed my life.

32. What do you think about before you go to bed? Everything. I can never settle my mind.
33. Favorite ice cream flavor? Cookies and cream...or strawberry.
34. Favorite teacher? Aside from my mom, Mr. Beal - my choir teacher throughout high school. He made every single day enjoyable and taught me more about life than music.
35. Lucky number? 13.
36. Favorite book? Choke by Chuck Palahniuk.
37. Favorite actor/actress? Tom Hanks/Julia Roberts.
38. Favorite TV show? Jeopardy, Glee and Entourage.

39. Favorite fast food restaurant? Gold Star Chili.
40. Favorite perfume? Blue by Ralph Lauren. Lately, I've been partial to Body by Victoria's Secret.

41. Favorite game? Computer - Roller Coaster Tycoon. Board - Clue.
42. What is your biggest accomplishment? I suppose graduating magna cum laude from Miami with university honors.
43. What is your proudest moment? Winning the director's award for choir senior year of high school.
44. What is your biggest talent? Singing? Maybe writing.
45. What is your biggest weakness? Selfishness. I really struggle with that.
46. What is the best advice you have ever received? Relax. This, too, shall pass.
47. Five words to describe yourself: Intelligent. Kind. Dramatic. Child-like. Complex.
48. Favorite director? Martin Scorsese.
49. Biggest celebrity crush? All-time? Vince Vaughn. Right now? Sidney Crosby. Yum.

50. What attracts you to the opposite sex? Physical - Tall, thick, dark hair, nice smile. I'm a sucker for a nice, defined jaw line, too. Mental - Funny, intelligent, kind. Aren't these pretty standard? Oh yeah - Not a religious freak.

If you stuck with this to the end, kudos. You must have been as bored as I am. ;)