My sister inspired me..

I think that probably caught Meg's attention in the first line... and it's supposed to. On her MySpace, she has an About Me that I would like to respond to on my own- to everything that she said in it, and throw in a few things of my own here and there.



I still live in Kentucky, but I can recognize how country everyone's accent is now that I've been somewhere where it's not so common. My college is close to my sister, and I will be going there for four years, give or take. I only applied to one college. I feel very vegetarian when I see raw meat, but I have eaten sashimi before. I refuse to eat eyes, innerds, or bones of anything, even though I can eat around the bones. I think in Japanglish. I have two phrasebooks, for French and Japanese, but the Japanese one didn't help me nearly as much as my Japanese-English Dictionary. The Japanese-English Dictionary was new in April, but at the end of July, it had notes everywhere inside of it and I had already had to tape the "w" section back on twice. My favorite colors are pink and black, as well as some blues and purples, but you wouldn't know it by staring at my wardrobe. I like the thought of being whiter-skinned, but whenever I try people tell me that I look pale. I've learned to live with my own skin, being as I really like being in the sun, anyway. I write all the time, but I've never seen my sister's writings. I can draw and paint and sculpt and stuff, but I just don't have the patience for it. I don't usually wear sunglasses, and my last favored pair I can't find because I hid them from Megan, who probably found them anyway and now they are somewhere in her things... maybe. I can never find shoes that will fit me very well. I sing so often that people find it annoying, and I will gladly obsess over one song. My favorite song is "One Love" by Arashi. I love anime and Disney Channel and Nickelodeon shows because I don't like how much language and bad material I find in everything else. I don't want to watch something that makes me want to puke. I just want to see something that can amuse me... or something that has a cute guy in it. That's what got me into High School Musical- Zac Efron. I can sometimes remember the strangest things, like what I was thinking when I first met a guy, or something. I still don't have all thirteen A.o.F. memorized, but I know the thirteenth well enough that I mouthed it while the missionary read it out loud. Every teacher that has had me in class just loves me, likely because I get good grades and do all I can to be nice. I was in my high school Chamber Choir, and almost got into the All-State Choir in High School. I have had to live with the label of "teacher's pet", and have tried to live it down, ever since middle school, and all because I'm smart, my mother teaches, and teachers seem to like me. My sister was always jealous of me doing well in school, but I know the only reason she didn't is because she never turned anything in. Or so I hear. I watched her working on her homework before, and I know that she can work hard. I love wearing my hair in curls, but my hair just doesn't hold them well. I plan to double-major in college and integrate three of the things that I love the most into one future career. I've always wanted to sing and act, and I love the Japanese language, so I would really enjoy being a singer and actor in Japan. Medical anything freaks me out. I am adopted, as well, and I want to meet my other parents. I know very little about them at all, but I feel like I can see them if I look hard enough into myself. Grammar errors bug me. However, I will pull out the internet speak on occasion. I don't know how the Rock lifts his brow, so I can't say if I can or not. I listen to music or write poetry when I really need to vent, and if I don't feel creative at all, I try my diary. I say "honto ni?" a lot, and nobody seems to understand. I don't have any tatoos, and if anybody comes near me with a needle, I'll either run or fight back with whatever furniture I can pick up. I go to sleep with my hair wet sometimes. I don't usually drive from state to state. I've never had my own car, the one that I drive is my mother's. I'm the one that my sister would probably honk at, because I tend to be a more cautious driver, and slower sometimes. I don't like Sonic because I once threw up after eating their mozarella sticks and I saw them in the puke. That's disturbing, and I haven't eaten mozarella sticks since. I can't remember every email address I've ever made because there are so many. I don't text. I don't listen to my brain when it tells me to do something sometimes. I do pretty well under pressure, but I despise time frames. Bad drivers make me feel like leaving the house... or wherever I am... might just be a bad idea. I like cooked tomatoes, but I can force them down when they are fresh sometimes, too. Ketchup is nice. I don't like pickles anymore, but I think I used to. I might still like them, just not enough to eat them... I've never seen "The Notebook" but I feel like crying sometimes when I see "The Lake House". I'm a hopeless romantic who has never had a date in her life. I can't stand pain. Really. I daydream daily, at the very least. It takes me a while when I'm sleepy to get to sleep, especially after being in a far-off time zone. I am most comfortable going to sleep when I hear noise instead of silence because it makes me feel safer in some way. I was turned down the only time I ever asked a guy on a date. I told one boy that I liked him, and he stopped talking to me by the end of the week. I have a reason to be scared to tell a boy that I like him, because I know for a fact that he will say no. I love listening to my sister talk about celebrities like she knows them. I want to be more spontaneous with my life, but I can't get out of the habit of over-thinking every little thing. I once searched every clothing shop in a plaza, as well as two more clothing stores, then a groceries-and-stuff store, for a belt because my pants were too loose. No joke. I can't stand bobby pins in my hair because I never know if I've gotten them all out, but I like that they sure can hold my hair in place when I need them. I have seriously wanted to put "Hispanic" or "Asian American" on an ethnicity check just to see if anyone would let me get by with that. I don't know how long I was in dance class, but it was quite a few years. I save movie stubs, airplane stubs, and Betty Crocker points, even though I can't exactly use any of them anywhere. My sister still owes me two cds because she lost two of my CDs that I really liked at the time. I once (when I was a lot younger, trust me) asked someone to smell my foot. She didn't, but the reason I asked was because I had just sprayed it with perfume and wanted to see if that helped the foot odor at all. Stop rolling your eyes, Megan, it's my blog. If I had to pin the smell of a baby to the smell of something else, I would say they smell kind of like potatoes. I have never lived in Park City, thus I have no clue if it is or is not interesting. I have met a member of Diamond Rio. I have never worn high heels, and I don't think that my feet were made to fit into those tight straps. I like wearing eyeliner at the corners of my eyes to highlight any almond shape they may have. I secretly enjoy some rap/hip-hop cross songs, but you didn't hear me say it. I've always wanted to learn the guitar, but I get the feeling the cords might be played differently when I learned a few of them in Japan. I collect friends. Period. I like it because I am rather comfortable talking to anybody unless it's a guy that I like. I like to wear what's called kurione on my wrist because it was given to me by a good friend from Japan. I sometimes wear a watch, which was given to me by a member of my church who helped me pack for Japan. I don't want to change the watch back from Japan time. I still haven't gotten over things that have happened to me in middle school, but I pretend to for my own good at times. I love wearing things that my sister thinks are absolutely atrocious, but I find that some of my "individualistic" ideas are not always as upsetting to Japanese people. They sometimes think what I wear is cute. I love strawberries, but I never put up any effort to fix them when I want them. I can cook, and I like to cook, and I've even made a few good recipes, but I usually don't feel nearly motivated enough to do so. I make crafts out of what some people find to be garbage. I don't know where my sense of humor came from. I love Tegoshi Yuya's voice (NEWS). I think Japanese boys are the combination of sexy, sweet, cute, and kind. I like Japanese boys a lot better than American boys. Let me correct myself... Japanese young men. Racism, religious bias, etcetera, I really don't like and oppose in everything I do. I despise anyone who is closed-minded to Japanese music just because they "don't understand it" Well, waah, if you want to know everything that is being said in the songs you listen to, find a translation. They're for the wimps who can't handle just diving into something new and fun! I have been to two elementary schools, the second of which was part of my trip to Japan. I was a lot taller than the elementary schoolers, as can kind of be anticipated, but I also made some true friends in that school. I get cold in my own house because my house in Japan was always a lot warmer... as was everywhere else I went. I know a lot of people who prefer to be ignorant.. so I do all I can to ignore them. I like being stubborn but I don't like it on other people as much. Seriously. I have been in physical fights with my sister. I love both NEWS and Arashi. I still enjoy listening to B*Witched. I plan to make Arashi a popular name across my college campus community. I liked Lindsey Lohan better as a redhead. It just looked a lot more interesting. I think it's fun to read star trivia. I think that "banana" can be really funny as a word. In terms of reality dating shows, I really like Ainori, which is a Japanese sort of International "love bus" thing with seven people. Look it up, it's really interesting. I don't like honey, but I like honey butter. I don't like mustard in anything. I want to write "bite me" on a t-shirt and doodle a chocolate bar on the back, but I haven't yet. I think that shaving every day is kind of pointless. I don't know what color my eyes were at birth, but I assume that they were as they are now. Nobody has ever really told me. I still like Pokemon and still have over 400 of the trading cards, many of which are probably repeats. I have three Game Boy systems and don't use any of my time for them because I'm too busy obsessing over my MP3 player. My family in Japan reminded me a lot of my own family when we were all together. I have only fished once, but I find it fun. I have ridden horseback a couple of times, which has scared me out of my wits. I come from a place that is considerably small, but has southern hospitality, quite a lot. I sing better when I don't have anybody judging me and I sing the very best when I'm thinking about someone I like. I love to dance, but I feel too out-of-shape and way too embarrassed to do so in front of other people. I forgot my retainers when I went to Japan and didn't think of them except maybe once or twice while I was there. I still remember that Hana Yori Dango came on/comes on channel 1, QVC is channel 10, and a lot of the shows I enjoyed watching ended up being on channels 1, 2, 4, 5, or 11. My "favorite pair of jeans" has a hole in the bum. I absolutely obsess over Arashi, and am constantly getting their songs stuck in my head. I like the moon because it feels so romantic, and I have written a song about sitting under the stars. I love Japanese stars more than American stars (celebrities, meaning). I still associate certain songs with certain people, places, or things. I love juice. I write my dreams down in my diary when I can remember them the next day... if I want to remember them. I want to go to an Arashi concert. More specifically, backstage at an Arashi concert. That hasn't happened yet. My mom introduced me to my best friend. I am close with my high school librarian, as well as my first elementary school librarian. The high school band director wanted me to change instruments after four years (middle school) of working on the one that I knew well, so I quit band. People don't usually invite me to parties. However, I was invited to a Halloween party my friend Casie was giving, and when we were all younger, I was invited to a birthday sleepover my friend Shanna was having. I am close to quite a few friends from different spots in the High School Social Hierarchy. I have one pair of shoes about two sizes smaller than the shoes that I wear that I can still fit in. I wear body splash more often than perfume, but perfume more often than lotion. I was a competitor in my state's spelling bee once. "Flatulence" is a funny word. I continued my sister's tradition of calling my high school "PreCalculus" teacher "Big Red". My name is rare in my "home country". I love cats... usually. The Christmas lights are finally down. I sleep better with noise than silence.. I am pretty good at saving money. I'm just not always the best at letting myself spend it. I want to be fluent in Japanese. I still want to call my nephew by the name my sister gave him. I don't know who Hayley Williams is without thinking about it some. I am surprised at how well my mom is picking up on the pieces of Japanese that I am trying to get her to understand. She doesn't usually speak it, but she seems to somewhat comprehend when I'm trying to say something.. I feel weird when people read over my shoulder. Thankfully, no one is at this moment. I've been to two different continents- North America and Asia. I am a moderate and have not signed with either major party. I sometimes get creepd out by my dreams or nightmares. I'm more of a waffles girl than pancakes. When waiting for a bus back to the Airport after spending the night at a hotel, everyone else seemed to be waiting for the bus. My roommates and I never realized we wouldn't be called down for breakfast, so we missed it. There was enough time, in waiting for the bus, for me to make a waffle (either 1 and a half, 2, or two and a half minutes), eat it, and get back to where my stuff was.