I call it Hell day too, and it lasts until about midway through day 3. Fun times.
I call it Hell day too, and it lasts until about midway through day 3. Fun times.
Zyrtec and Flonase my fried, Zyrtec and Flonase. Without them the headaches and the post-nasal drip would be a year-round horror show for me.
I had braces for about two years in high school, and I only had to wear my retainer for a year and my orthodontist told me to stop wearing it. I only have one crooked tooth now as opposed to half of them being crooked so I think it turned out alright. My teeth would be all messed up anyway. I still have baby teeth at age 32 (my dad is 66 and still has a couple baby teeth,) I had four baby teeth pulled before I got braces and the permanent ones never came in, so I don’t even have a full set of teeth. Which is good because my mouth is way too small for a full set anyway. I also have a wisdom tooth that came halfway in and then stopped when I was 27. My dentist finds me fascinating.
So apparently I’m not as white as I thought I was, because only a couple of these apply to me. And EVERYONE Googles themselves at least once. Really.
January 31, 1996, I was 13 (I wrote the date down because I wanted to remember it.) I don’t remember where I was exactly the moment it started but I was probably at school. My mom used to be a nurse and was always very matter-of-fact about the whole thing and answered all my questions truthfully, so I knew quite well what it was all about for a long time before I got it. I’d been wearing a pad for a while before-hand because I’d gotten a clear mucus discharge that my mom said one can get before one’s period starts. Also I was already PMS-ing like there was no tomorrow. No one congratulated me for becoming a woman or made any big announcements or anything for which I remain grateful. My dad and my brother didn’t care. My brother had a lot of friends who were girls so he was used to the hormonal mess thing already, and my dad isn’t really fazed by anything. It just wasn’t a huge deal for me. Obviously, I was very lucky.
I had a professor who was kind of cross between 8 and 5. He was more of a beatnik though, he was just slightly too old and nerdy to be a hippie. He’s not famous himself but he knows pretty much every famous author of his generation. His lectures were like a master class in the art of name-dropping.
My mom did #1 when I was a kid, it makes the bread softer and oh so tasty.
Yup, this is me. It took me almost three years before I was comfortable with hugging my BFF.
#13 Ha! Joke’s on them, I can’t ride a bike either! But seriously, I really should learn how to swim. It’s kind of embarrassing to be on the wrong side of 30 and not be able to do it.
My BFF was already married when I met her, and she has three kids so most of these questions don’t apply to her. I do know her middle name though.
#5 My entire neighborhood lacked any street lights, and up until I was in high school it was all dirt roads.
#8 I had that vest, and the shirt in green AND purple. I wore the vest with the purple shirt on picture day at school one year. My vest obsession is rather embarrassing in retrospect.
My mom too! That was her standard outfit for years, I was so glad when she finally ditched the freaking culottes.
#15 Yup. I always know what the weather is like in Oregon. And thank goodness we live in the age of text and email. If we had to actually call each other on the phone we’dve lost touch years ago.
Ryan Reynolds and Alanis Morissette were actually engaged, so it went a bit beyond “dating.”
And what will happen to the glut of business degree holding students in the future when they flood the marketplace, competing for a decreasing number of jobs?
I was a bridesmaid at my brother’s wedding. My SIL’s mother and sister did all the organizing and whatnot, so I didn’t have to deal with much except the awful dress and hair. My mom had to help me take my hair down at the end of the night, and I lost count of all the bobby pins. Plus the hairdresser put rubber bands in my hair. Not hair bands, RUBBER bands. Like you get at Staples. Those bitches hurt coming out.
I have more moles on my left forearm than the average person has on their entire body. I am totally the Queen of Moles. Getting them removed actually isn’t a big deal any more (I’ve had 8 taken off in my life.) My dermatologist just cuts it out and cauterizes it, and it barely hurts at all.
#17 I had that pencil! The darn thing broke so I was able to use the eraser after all.
Mine’s not a bear, but a stuffed killer whale named McHale. I got him when I started college. He was a replacement for Titanic, the stuffed humpback whale I got when I was 9. Poor Titanic got to be too frail for snuggling (he’s falling apart and is basically held together by a few pieces of thread and love,) but he still lives on my bed. I don’t bring McHale when I go away, mainly because I’m afraid I’d lose him.
W name here, and I’m tall. So whether seating was done alphabetically or by height, my ass was in the back. I was so thrilled to get to college where we were allowed to choose our own seats. I sat in the front for every single class. It was awesome.
Nailed it. I first saw this in third grade on movie day in school. The effect it had on me was very very confusing.
I’m 6 feet tall, and yes to everything on this list. I have to do backbends in most showers to fit under the showerhead and I look like a freaking giant standing next to most of my friends and family. I love it though. If you’re tall and have a bitchy resting face, very few people have the cojones to mess with you. It’s awesome.
So, this list is obvously geared towards popular kids with lots of friends who were good at sports, weren’t born in the summer, and didn’t suffer from crippling shyness. I’ll give you the book fair though. Best. Day. Ever.
You got: John Doggett You’re an upstanding leader, respected by your peers and trusted as a voice of reason. You’re tough, skeptical, and serious, but you also have a soft side, and a deep commitment to those you love. I did not see that one coming.
I’m sick and tired of all the comments on all the news articles about this being “who cares” and “this isn’t news” and “it’s not a big deal” and so on and so forth. Bottom line is: these people cheated, it’s wrong, and it IS a big deal. Behavior like this cheapens the efforts of the thousands of other people who either busted their asses to qualify or busted their asses to raise thousands of dollars to run for charity. And no, I’m not a pretentious marathon runner. I’ve never run a marathon and I doubt I ever will. But I know plenty of awesome people who have run marathons and I’ve been a spectator at every Boston Marathon for many years. It’s a great event that deserves to be treated with respect. All the cheaters did was crap all over it. Flame away.
Ernst Van Dyk has won ten times but they weren’t in a row. His last victory was in 2010.
Actually, they’d been engaged for several years and were in the process of planning the wedding when he was injured. Do some fact checking once in while guys.
Seriously? When was that? In my freshman year none of the courses were nearly that interesting. We still had the old LS1 program.
Or, you know, you could politely ask the person to put their seat up. It’s worked every time for me so far.
Got The Berkshires, where I grew up. I’d love to still live there but, alas, with my career it makes more sense for me to live elsewhere.
I’ve heard that James Franco doesn’t smoke weed before, and I’m inclined to believe it. Considering how freely Seth Rogen talks about who’s he’s smoked pot with I seriously doubt he’d lie about it. Some people don’t have to do drugs to be that weird, they just are weird. I know plenty of them in real life so it’s not that shocking.
I saw the headline and I thought to myself, “It must’ve been at UMass Amherst.” And I was right. Unfortunately.
That’s pretty much how it went down with my parents, and they’ll be celebrating their 38th anniversary in May.
#6 isn’t see through, it has a flesh colored lining.
He’s wearing a wig in the photo without facial hair. He actually doesn’t have facial hair anymore, but he still rocks the curls.
My mom was 19 when her baby brother was born, which coincidentally is about when she started dating my dad. They babysat my uncle so much that they call him their practice child.