- I spent my summers growing up in the Hamptons, yet never in the same house twice
- I will never forget where and what I was doing the minute I learned Princess Diana died
- I used to be severely claustrophobic — thank you medication over the years for helping with that
- I don’t get freaked out by heights whatsoever – or any spiders/creepy crawlers
- I tend to only wear black or variations thereof
- For some reason, the ONLY movie I cry hysterically at is Walk to Remember with Mandy Moore and Shane West – the movie isn’t even that well scripted and clearly the acting isn’t Roberts/ DeNiro level but it just HITS HOME
- I hate olives, sardines, octopus, anything spicy and of course black licorice
- The day I got my tonsils out, minute by minute, is still embedded in my head for some reason
- I despise rain – snow and heat I’m OK with but I’m miserable to be around in rain
- I work out mostly every day in solitude and don’t like to even ponder starting to do group work outs
- I wrote my college essay from the point of view of my running shoes – I got into every college I applied to with it
- My brother used to run around the house with a stuffed crocodile head growing up – to date I’m still extremely afraid of them (doesn’t help when you fly to your boyfriend’s hometown for the first time and find the SAME croc in his room as well)
- My mom used to date Eric Clapton, some old members of the Beach Boys and probably a slew of other musicians – she’s also the coolest person I’ve met in my life and I beg her to write a multiple series on her life for a People Magazine exclusive
- I am severely scared of sharks – one summer on our dinghie coming back from a dinner in Nantucket, my dad told me in pitch black dead still waters that Jaws was filmed in the water we were in – I nearly had a heart attack that day
- While I come off confident, I do have a shit ton of insecurities – I actually spend the majority of my free time beating myself up about them
- I have an obsession with making my teeth whiter, always having my nails polished and a hair color I fall in love with
- I grew up having MANY “uncles” – Uncle Mick, Uncle Bruce, Uncle Howie and Richie – it wasn’t until my parents had to break it down to me in the Hamptons one summer why Howie and Richie didn’t sleep in separate rooms that uncle meant homosexual
- I absolutely adored my years going to Manchester, Vermont every Christmas to ski at Stratton Mountain with my family – the quintessential holiday time experience
- I lived alone for three out of four years in college and am currently back to living alone, but can live with others and love it
- Who I was for the first portion of my life and who I’ve become are two totally different things – I was extremely bubbly, optimistic and relentless – while the relentless has stayed the same, I’m MUCH more of a realistic and tend to talk a lot but never would be classified as “perky” by any friends or co-workers
- Blogging is my outlet – while everyone now is a “blogger” my writing on this blog since 2008 is my public journal and experiences – I wouldn’t take back my time I’ve spent blogging for anything and continue with my writing – who knows where it may lead?
- I’m not really an animal person – I used to also not be a baby person but now I can’t stop coddling ones I see on the street, clearly, the parents aren’t all too pleased
- I’ve lived in the following states: New Jersey, Philadelphia, Delaware, Boston and New York. I also have a home in Miami, Florida but can’t include that as a residence can I?
- My undying professional goal growing up was to become a broadway star – I’d invested too much money and time of singing, dancing and acting lessons only to be told down the road my “investment” wasn’t worth the “outcome” aka… find another field, Tayl
- Nothing is ever boring in my life or sane – sometimes I love that and sometimes it kills me
Posts Tagged ‘Jaws’
I’m confused — last night during the coming attractions for the new Friday The Thirteenth, there was an array of “Summer Blockbusters” soon to be released.
When I say I was in awe… literal awe, at just how stupid and unconvincing the new movies (if you can even call them that) look for this upcoming summer. I’d prefer to spend the $12.00 admission costs, $5.00 for a small Diet Coke, and $4.00 for a box of Milk Duds and get myself wasted a bar close by instead.
Movies are not inexpensive, actually come to think about it, they are a rather pricey outing for most people in college scrounging to “get by”. So when kids have the time off and a few extra bucks, unless a movie is STELLAR and memorable for years to come like… Avatar, Shutter Island, Precious, The Blind Side and Hurt Locker to name a few? People shouldn’t even bother.
Some of the new movies for the summer that we previewed included:
- Piranaha 3D– no I am not kidding. In a nutshell, very easy nutshell, the movie is a horrendous rendition of JAWS but …. with drunk Spring Breakers and Piranhas on the lose? I thought at first it was a comedy trailer and that the intro was a spoof, unfortunately, I was wrong.
- Splice– here’s my issue… I don’t like the concept it actually unnerves me big time. Adrian Brody and some no name chick create this being my splicing genomes — and she turns into this…. half woman/ half lizard/ half alien looking thing who kills people. WHAT HAS CINEMA COME TO?!?
- Dinner For Schmucks– Dear Steve Carrell and Paul Rudd, break OUT of the comedic/ awkwardly funny roles you have been playing for 5-7 years now, I am over it. REALLY. Enough with celebrities/ actors playing the e.x.a.c.t. same part in each film they take on – –why don’t I just watch repeats of Anchorman on Pay Per View instead?
I have a lot of phobias. I also have a lot of things that scare the living shit out of me. I will go through my phobia list, perhaps some of you have some of the same ones? I sure hope so.
1) I used to have dreams that alligators/crocodiles were walking around my bedroom all throughout my child hood. I used to knock violently on my parents door from the age of 6 through 11, asking them if it would be ok if I were to sleep in their tub. Clearly, I would be carrying my various baby blankets and G.I. Joe dolls WITH me into the tub. Either way, the concept of crocodiles and alligators still give me the creeps. I can’t figure out whether it’s more the fact that they are quiet killers or that they slowly lurk out of the murky waters.
2) Getting sick, being nauseous– clearly I have been sick before but I truthfully just don’t like anything about it. I’d rather do anything else in life, like … become a mortician for instance. The feeling of not being in control is what I dislike most about it. I keep massive bottles of TUMS, Saltines, and Xanax close by for this very reason.
3) Serial killers in movies that walk as opposed to run. I used to HATE scary movies, however, over the past 10 years I have grown a liking to the old school slasher flicks. I say slasher because those are truthfully the only ones I will watch (Think Urban Legend, Screams 1&3, Valentine, Texas Chainsaw) movies where there are attractive broads in white tanks, running UP the stairs as opposed to down.
4) Wet Band Aids by the pool– OK you maybe laughing at me at the moment, but honestly, growing up I would get chills up and down my spine at day camp when I’d walk into the pool to find wet band aids and hair by the pool side. The thought of the germs on that wet nasty ass Band Aid STILL gives me the chills.
5) Finally, GREAT WHITES. I saw Jaws, of course, but prior to Jaws, I had a violent fear of Great Whites. Why you may ask? I sail, and when sailing in the dark many many things cross your mind. OH like, what would happen if a MASSIVE DEADLY GREAT WHITE, for example, DECIDED TO EAT YOUR ENTIRE DINGIE IN ONE GULP. I am still envisioning a white fin in the water every time I help my dad out on the boats.
Here is my advice to the things that scare me: Great White, mind your own god damn business, leave us humans alone. Alligators and crocs, please stop being so sly and scary all at once — either speed up and kill me quickly or leave me be. Serial killers in movies, learn that the only proper slasher film way to kill someone IS TO RUN, not to walk. Walking intimidates not only the victim, but the viewers as well. And for the love of god, if you cut yourself and don’t feel the need for a Band Aid anymore — USE THE TRASH CAN. Is that too much is that to ask?