anne who?

Well, I don’t really have any concrete answers about who I might be. Some details might help though, so here you go. Make of them what you will…

I have a freckle on my bottom lip; it’s a new development, and I’m not sure how I feel about it. My preferred brand of running shoe is Asics. I really like the numbers 2 and 9. Breakfast is my favorite meal of the day and I’ll eat it anytime during the day. I enjoy rock climbing, mountain biking, and hiking (when there are hills and mountains available). Rain and gloomy weather makes me happy; donating blood makes me hyper. I married a man I met in high school, although we were not high school sweethearts; when we celebrated our 1-year wedding anniversary, we also celebrated our 10-year dating anniversary. I like to name my potted plants. If I were to name a pet after a character in a literary work, I would name him (it’d have to be a male) Melquiades or Fatty Lumpkin; consequently, those names are from two of my very favorite books in the whole world. Growing up, I fought with my sister almost every day; as a grown up, I miss her every day and daydream about the future when we can live near each other again. The books in my many shelves are categorized and alphabetized by author’s last name. I still can’t believe they’re paying me to get my PhD. I am growing weary of moving around, as it’s too hard to say goodbye to people when I leave a place. I miss my friends terribly; walking around the city, I think of them constantly and see their faces where they aren’t. I have novels brewing inside my brain, but no time (at present) to set them down on paper and see where they might take me. I did ballet for seventeen years, but feel that rock climbing is a suitable substitute, and one that utilizes many of the same skills. I love baking, and even though I don’t derive the same pleasure from cooking I must admit that it’s growing on me. I do not have a fatal addiction to limes. Trim fingernails are important to me; manicures and nail polish make me nervous. Sometimes I feel pretentious, and I don’t like it and try to stop. I love McSweeney’s Quarterly Review. Knitting relaxes me, and soon I hope to be able to say the same thing about sewing. My parents gave me one of the most important gifts a parent can give their child: opportunity, with a healthy dose of love and support. I devour books like water devours a sinking stone, like moths devour fabric, like pandas devour foliage, like a lonely man devours company. I find that I don’t laugh as much as I used to these days, but I’m working on fixing that. Teaching makes me happy. I like my right foot better than my left one. Oh, and pickles make my left eye twitch.