In which I come clean to the Internets

Dear Internets,

Shannon, who writes one of my favoritest blogs ever, doaleigh, offered an opportunity to participate in a really cool question and answer meme. The 411:

1. If you want to participate, leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.” (And your e-mail address, please.)
2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

Shannon, unsurprisingly, came up with some really good questions. Without further ado:

1. Would you rather be beautiful but always smell terrible or be ugly but smell lovely?
This is a tough question. I guess I would go with being beautiful but smelling terrible. The reason I say this is that sometimes I rinse my hair with apple cider vinegar (it gets rid of product buildup and leaves my hair shiny and my curls manageable). It smells awful (ask Achilles) but looks great.

CAVEAT: if we're talking "personal odor," I would rather smell lovely and be ugly than have bad BO.

2. The old adage says to regret nothing, and that's probably true. But if you could change something you've done, what would it be and why?
I would have taken a year off after high school to study abroad or do volunteer work rather than going straight to college. I was really immature at 18, and I think it would have helped for me to have an extra year of life experience before going on to college. I probably would have taken less time to actually graduate, come to think of it.

But going through tough times in college made me who I am now (blah blah blah) so I guess I wouldn't change anything.

3. What are some of your nicknames? Tell us the stories behind them.
Well, in real life, my name is Sandra (I just blew your mind, Internets, didn't I?*), so my most common nicknames are Sandy (my family), Sandy-Panda (my favorite aunt), and Sandra D (most everyone else. And they all think they're being original, too, bless their hearts). My sister calls me "S," which is short for Sandra or Sister (which is, oddly, what my nephew calls me). My ex-boyfriend calls me Jerkface. (Don't really know where that one comes from...) One of my friends from high school calls me Roadblock. (Sophomore year, I sat in front of him in chemistry class and he always had to wait for me to get up before he could get out of his seat.) Many, many people have called me "Biscuit" or "Biscuit-Butt," which (I hope) is a play on my last name and not a comment on my derrière.

But really, I prefer "Sandra." Or "Jane," if the Internets is involved**.

4. What is one of your own favorite physical features and why? Also, you should show us a picture (if appropriate).
I really like my feet, because they're small, but I wouldn't call them one of my favorite physical features because 1.) I have high insteps, narrow heels, and sensitive skin, which make it hard to find shoes that fit well, and 2.) I don't really want people coming to my blog for "foot pictures."

So, we'll go with my hair. Despite the occasional bad haircut, it usually looks good curly, wavy, or straight:



5. When and why was the last time you cried?
I am a major crier. It does not take much to get me going. Lately I have been getting choked up over things that make me happy (puppy stories in the news, etc).

The last time I full-on ugly cried was watching WALL-E. When EVE sees the footage of WALL-E taking care of her on Earth when he thought her batteries were dead? I get a lump in my throat just thinking about it.

Bonus question: Who is John Galt?
He's the hero from "Atlas Shrugged." It's Achilles' favorite book.

This concludes the question and answer portion of this post. Please feel free to berate me in the comments, Internets.***

Love always,
Jane

*Just kidding, I don't really have a real life.
**I originally planned to be totally anonymous online, due to various boring stalkatory reasons. Then a bunch of people I knew outside of the Internets started reading my blog, and I decided to be less anonymous. I still prefer to keep my distance from random Googlers, though.
***Please don't berate me in the comments.