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I hate asking this, but how old are you?
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36.
Physically, I feel like I'm 70 right now. Emotionally, 25, socially, 7.
Physically, I feel like I'm 70 right now. Emotionally, 25, socially, 7.

I was going to put 7 becuase I have murdered another laptop during FINALS week and am nearly in tears in frustration. I don't feel like I have the maturity or the wisdom to say how old I really am today.
.:stomps foot, slams door:.

i was going to put my age in dog years -- but then i got all confused and the dog scratched at the door to be let out and i forgot what i was doing. so i'm going to take a nap.



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As for me ...
face: 27 (clean shaven)
hair: 60
average: 43

lol

Edit: I just noticed he has almost 2000 friends! ROFL!


God, am I THAT boring?

I'd like to think that being, acting, feeling your age are all a symptom of being comfortable with your place in the world. And if I'm right about that, and if you are comfortable being you, then rock it out, sista! OWN IT!!!!

When I was a kid, I played soccer. From age 7 to 10, if I remember correctly. I stopped playing soccer when I was 10 because that is when I was forced to play on a co-ed team and I didn't like the boys and I didn't like the coach. But my dad was the chief organizer of the kids' rec league in the county where I lived, so soccer monopolized most of my saturday mornings up through my first or second year of high school (and I even asst. coached one of the young kids' teams when I was a frehsman). (Jo Jo Almario was the coach. He was one of my dad's students at the university. I kind of had a crush on Jo Jo, but it was getting in the way of my crush on Jason Bryan. Plus, Tate Maddox's little brother was one of the kids on my team, and I didn't have the energy to waste crushing on Jo Jo--Tate Maddox would have thought I was immature.) Also, my father is from the UK. Well, he grew up in Delaware, but he honestly is a Welshman at heart. It's like Delaware had absolutely no affect on him. His genetic Welshness and brief life in the UK have defined him, ultimately. So... Since my dad is from the UK, he is required to love soccer. (I am immune to the US requirement of loving football, baseball, basketball, golf, and NASCAR. Thank god for these amazing natural antibodies!) We were dragged to NCAA tournaments year after year; he has every World Cup game recorded on VHS (every game since my parents bought the VCR, anyway); we drove an hour each way, even on school nights, to go watch the somewhat-professional Raleigh Flyers play. And through it all, I had a relatively good time. Even though, I'm sure I would rather have been talking to my friends and memorizing the lyrics to Paula Abdul songs. (Ironically, I now hate pop music...)
At this point, the music-montage in the movie of my trek towards adulthood would go something like this: Amanda does theatre, Amanda recycles a lot, Amanda becomes a pacifist, Amanda sees sports as a self-esteem destroyer for many kids and learns to hate sports fans, Amanda makes fun of people who like to watch sports--after all, they're not playing anything, stupid assholes! Amanda becomes resentful because of how much money gets poured into sports--for example, the fact the basketball team at UNC has their own cafeteria and that the coach gets multi-million dollar paychecks every year (at a PUBLIC university!!!!!!!). The montage would end with me sitting in my living room, reading a book and drinking a vodka tonic, in peace. But then my dad called to say that the first World Cup game was coming on TV right then! (This was in 2006) So, being the supportive daugher that I am, I turned on the television to watch the game. And damnit if it wasn't awesome! I think I watched almost every game that year. And I'm even excited to see the games in 2010. I surprised myself, but I think that even though I still hate the idea of sports as a competitive commercial venue, soccer is kind of OK. The players are fairly sportsmanlike, I understand the rules, and the nostalgia kind of takes over when I'm watching.
But I'm not going to watch the professional teams play on television. I tried to once and the game was about as exciting as a high school game--and the players equally as skilled. I think I'd go see soccer live if I had the opportunity.
There you go. I'm definitely not a "sports" fan. I hate what it does to people. But somehow I am convinced that soccer maintains some level of self-respect.
I wish I had something funny to say now... I don't even remember what thread I'm in.

Amanda, Thanks for the kind words about my age and lack of boringness. I'd like to think I'm not boring. My 18 month old thinks I'm a hoot, but he also likes to watch poop get flushed down the toilet, so that's really no comparison.


I don't enjoy watching sports, but I used to enjoy playing in pep band at my high school football games. Professional sports are just bread and circuses to me.
That's right, baby. BREAD and CIRCUSES.
Think about it...

Nikki, no problem. I meant it!

Jackie, you are my new hero. I have never known anyone else to use that phrase, besides dead Romans and sci-fi writers.

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29 going on 50. Sometimes an aged 16