A bunch of random, useless facts about me.

1. I find an absurd number of things awkward, and uncomfortable. For instance, if someone asks me to go to the store for them, taking their money for their transaction is so awkward. I would rather just pay for it than go through that internal struggle.

2. Evan opens the car door for me every single time we go somewhere. I think it is the sweetest thing in the world, and it melts my little heart.

3. I would love to be a runner. I buy shoes, clothes, gear, water bottles, everything under the sun for the specific purpose of running. However, I run on my tippy toes and people have made fun of me for it. Therefore, I'm terrified of running in the daylight, but I can hardly go outside alone at night without crapping myself so I can't run at night. Thus, I don't run. And spend way too much money on junk I never use.

4. I have an extremely addictive personality. Lately, I've been playing Angry Birds (OMG. Love.) and when I fall asleep at night, all I can think about is shooting little birds into pig heads. I even dream about it, and then I wake up thinking about it.

5. At least once a week, I have a dream that I give birth. So far, I've given birth in a car, on a plane, on a water slide (to an egg. I have a very active imagination.), and in a random person's livingroom. Other interesting facts about these dreams: Evan has never been with me during this "process" & it doesn't hurt & I typically give birth 2-3 times a dream.

6. Up until a few months ago, I absolutely hated, despised, loathed entirely going to movies in movie theaters. Evan pressured me into going, and now my hatred has moved from a level infinity loathe, to a level 10 hate. Just kidding, it's pretty okay. IF and only IF popcorn, diet soda, ice cream, and foot massages are involved.

7. I can write a cover letter in approximately 2.5 seconds. No, seriously. On the hunt for real jobs equals cover letters. I have written >10 and I got really good, really fast. I should probably just be a professional cover letter writer. But that doesn't sound very fun.

8. I have a very, very, very bad case of the "oh I can do that's" and I have about 60 bajillion half finished projects that turns out, no I cannot.

9. When I was dating this kid named Phil, he thought it was funny to hide in the back seat of my car and pop up when I was walking past it. It scarred me for life. Now, if I don't check my back seat/trunk space I will realize that someone could be hiding back there......when I'm like half way home after I've been singing at the top of my off-key lungs for a good 10 minutes andor talked to myself out loud because I'm a freak. And then I have a panic attack and sometimes pull over to check.

10. I'm changing my name on my blog from larissa to rissi. And I don't know how I feel about this. Rissi is my childhood nickname used by only a few select members of my family. Ie: Dad, Mema, uncle, aunt. (My mom, brother, and husband don't even call me this. Not that I would care because I love them, too, but that's just how it's always been.) But I really want that to be my name. Since Larissa sounds so.... so-something-I'm-over-right-now. I'll probably get really irritated and upset the first time I hear some random person call me this or see it for reals, so I'll probs be changing it back. But I'm being adventurous and daring in this exact moment.

11. I get really stressed out really fast without even knowing it. And then all of the sudden I'm curled up on the floor bawling my eyes out and I don't even know why. And then I have to back, back, back it up and talk it out and I haaaate talking it out and then I realize I don't listen to my body and I don't let other people in on the deets.

12. Plucking my eyebrows makes me sneeze. I've never had a conversation about this with anyone, so I don't now if that's normal or not bahaha.

13. God performs a lot of miracles in my life. A lot.

14. I can change my handwriting when I want. Not just based on my mood, because that, too; but if I see someone's handwriting that I like, I can adopt it as my own. My handwriting is always the prettiest out of anyone's. Haaaha.

15. I hate the color green and my entire house is green. Outside, inside, grass, trees, blahblahblah it's all freakin green. I have grown to tolerate it, but I never want to see a green wall again in my life.

Theeeee end!