I do a really good Cookie Monster impression. Mostly just for Perri but she can vouch that it's awesome. We double over in giggles when I sing Call Me Maybe in his voice. Making my little sister laugh is one of my most favorite things on earth.
But I actually kind of dislike impressions and fake accents. Like, it's okay if my dad or Perri or AEG does it but most of the rest of the time they just make me cringe.
I made spaghetti bolognese from scratch for my boyfriend the summer after freshman year of college. It was my first true attempt at cooking. I worked so hard and it came out all wrong and I was SO upset. Ever since then I've been saving recipes but too afraid to actually make anything. Lately I've decided I'm going to try again. One of my missions for 2013 is to become a good cook!
I can fall asleep by my own command - but only on airplanes. I literally decide to nap and I'm out like a light. I wish this little trick worked in my bed!
I schedule my haircuts only a day or so before the appointment. Never far in advance. I've always thought this habit doesn't really match the rest of my personality (read: anal planner) but the rest of me is learning to let loose a bit, too.
I asked my dad for my Love bracelet after reading about it in one of the Gossip Girl books. I already knew what it was because my parents each had one, and the paragraph was actually rather insulting to Cartier, but something about Blair Waldorf dissing that piece of jewelry really made me want it. (Even though she's totally my favorite character.) I asked my dad if I could wear his since he'd deemed it "too girly" and had long before taken it off. I got it around my 21st birthday and Perri will get one for that milestone too. But the fact that mine was shaped to my father's wrist first really gives it a whole new meaning. And still every single time I glance at it, I'm overwhelmed.
I really, really want a bike. And an Ippolita necklace. Not necessarily in that order. #teddieight
Speaking of my birthday, it's my goal to be able to ride the instructor bike by the time it rolls around. God, I can't believe I just admitted that in a public forum, but at least now you can hold me accountable. I've got a solid four months to work on my skills.
Sometimes I dream of moving to the Carolinas. Unlikely, but it's nice to think about.
I make myself take a mental note of one thing I love about this city every single day. And despite what the prior paragraph might lead you to believe, I no longer fantasize about fleeing Manhattan the day I turn 30. Not to say that I won't again some day. But I really do like it here.
I'm truly the happiest I've ever been. But I think maybe you knew that already.