Friday, May 11, 2007

The Anti-Survey

Hello, readers! (Wow, that's hillarious. Perhaps I should say "reader.")
I'm here to proclaim, loud and clear, that I HATE surveys. Despise them. But, for some strange reason, I'm simply addicted to reading other people's surveys to see what they have to say. But God forbid, I will never do them myself. See, because, well, hmmmm...I just, well, I just...

I just HATE them.

Anyway, thought I'd share some random, useless shhtuff about me in no particular order. But it is very important to remember that this is, in no shape or form, a survey.

(Ha ha ha...sarcasm is cool!) :-)

Here goes:

I'm 28 and I've never owned my own car. I drive a car now here in Denver, but it belongs to my fiance.

I like big dogs. BIG dogs. Mine is 85 pounds and I don't think he's big enough. I wish I could own a Great Dane.

I ran track in college. 400 meters. I miss it terribly (or do I just miss the track body? Tough one...)

Alliteration is awesome. It's almost, absolutely one of my favorite things. Appropriately so! Creating cool, classy comments calls for a balance of crazy coherence.

I like to believe that I'm a good writer. But honestly, sometimes it just doesn't flow and I end up with crap (see my alliteration example above).

I've dated a lot of guys. Too many in my opinion.

I'm finally comfortable in my own skin.

I waste a lot of time. There, I said it. I waste a lot of time. Procrastinator is my middle name. I'm Christine Procrasinator Scafide.

Actually, I'm Christine Jo Scafide.

Soon to be Christine Jo Richter.

That's the first time I've ever typed that.

I can guarantee that the ONLY people that will call me Christine Richter will be people who work in the doctor's offices that I will visit. And perhaps a telemarketer or two. My brothers, dad and Mark's step-dad will still call me "Chris." It will ONLY be ok for them.

My grandmother was Josephine. Christine Josephine Scafide was too silly. Hence, Jo. Everytime I drive on Josephine street in Denver I think of her.

I never got the best grades in school. Sometimes honor roll, sometimes not. Sometimes A's, sometimes D's. A few F's, due to, you guessed it, procrastination. I was never good at taking tests, but I would write my 20 page papers the night before they were due and get at least a B.

Math scares me more than life itself.

I want to get my Master's Degree in Education so badly!

But I'm so afraid of the math. I'd classify myself as "remedial" when it comes to math.

I love reading and English and stuff that has to do with the subject of English but I hate grammar. I'm not the best when it comes to grammar. It reminds me of math. Too many rules. I like to make up my own rules.

I have to dye my hair because it is getting so gray.

Jobs titles I've held: athletic tranier, public relations intern, restaurant hostess (with the mo...oh wait, I won't, I'll spare you!), freelance public relations account coordinator, executive assistant to CEO and president of PR agency, assistant PR account executive, PR account executive, special events and alumni relations coordinator, admissions and parent community coordinator, support staff supervisor, freelance public relations associate, cocktail server, preschool teacher.

I was fired from a job three years ago. By a Catholic nun. For a position at my high school alma matter. That was possibly one of the worst days of my life.

I was raised Catholic. Went to Catholic school from kindergarten through college. I can't say I care too much about Catholocism all that much anymore (see above statement involoving nun).

In regard to life, I'm finally starting to "get it" now. I finally feel like I have more confidence than I know what to do with. I think I'm making up for lost time. I'm scared that I'm going to loose the newfound confidence...

I used to believe that I could never do anything on my own. And I was scared to try.

I once lived in a 200 square foot studio apartment in Chicago by myself for 11 months. I didn't even have a bed.

I'm really worried that my IT band injury is going to come knocking on my door again and I'm not going to be able to complete my marathon training.

I have trouble realizing who my true friends are. I always have. I think I might be starting to figure it out, but I constantly get burned.

I just bought a wedding dress. Nope, I mean, a dress that I'm going to wear for my wedding. I got it in the junior's prom section at Macy's for $175.

I wish I was a better singer.

I wish I never stopped playing the piano.

I wish I were cool enough in high school to be a cheerleader or dancer. I always wished that. Instead I was the only girl running with the boy's track and cross country teams because I was fast enough.

I wish I had boobs.

I wish there wasn't so much drama back home in Chicago.

I miss Lake Michigan.

I miss working at the Burwood Tap, drinking for free and getting tipsy during my shifts.

I miss my friend Michelle's bar, Rhythm. I felt so proud of her everytime I walked through the doors.

I miss the relationship that I had with my brothers when we were younger.

I miss my brothers.

I miss Sunday pasta dinner at Grandma's. Sometimes when I'm outside, I smell her meatballs in the air...

I have a dream every night, and I remember them each morning.

I'm going to go to bed now and try to dream of all the things that I miss now that they're fresh in my mind...

Thanks for reading (hopefully!)
Christine Jo Procrasinator Scafide Richter


Lisa said...

Hi there! Thanks so much for leaving a comment! I don't get very many so I was excited to see a new one!
I'm in the middle of reading this post and I had to start MY comment to you to say that I am HORRIBLE at grammar and I also hate math. I managed to get my masters degree in education by avoiding math entirely. It's possible, trust me! I did take a math class, but it was more about teaching math to elementary students than me actually doing math! I always tell my students that there's a reason I teach third grade math!
Ummmm....I have a TON of gray hair and my stylist won't let me dye it yet! And I always wanted to be a cheerleader but 1) I wasn't cool enough and 2) I also don't have boobs! (TMI???) And I miss my Nonnie's meatballs too....

Lil' 'ol Me said...

Cool beans! I'm glad you did a post like this altough I was going to do one too but now it'll seem like I'm being a copy cat. Oh well I think I'll do it any BTW I'll inform you now...I'm actually one of those friends that will be a true friend. Just wanted to give you a fair warning because my true friendships include brutal honesty. Luv ya!

oddmix said...

CJPSR! That's quite a set of initials. Do they leave that much space on those legal forms where you have to initial each page?

This was a very good start on a 100 things list. It seems to be a sort of blogging tradition and it is fun to do.

Anonymous said...

hi there i think i have the cure for this there is this program to block surveys heres the link

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