La Alaskena

Is the title of an unfortunate Miley Cyrus song, which I will not discuss further.

I was tagged by Rebecca a while back to post seven traits about me, and of course I’ve been meaning to do it for ages and haven’t, but look at me! I’m doing it right now! (You’d think I’d have done this sooner considering that I love writing about myself. I mean, that’s why I started a blog. But don’t tell anybody; they might think I’m conceited.)

1. I am super-duper sensitive, in every sense of the word. I also hate harsh artificial light, loud noises, and extremes in temperature. I’ve gotten physically ill from being forced to listen to AC/DC. (I’m sorry AC/DC fans, but it sounds like nails on a chalkboard– another sound that can make me physically ill.) If I am hungry, it’s all I can think about. So I guess I’m like an infant: if I’m warm but not hot and well-fed and everything is just so, I might be content.

2. I love animals and my dream is to adopt all the puppies in the whole world. But you knew that already.

3. I don’t have tonsils. By the way, the recovery from a tonsillectomy is pure agony, and I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy. I also don’t have a gallbladder. I am almost out of vestigial organs!

4. I love television. Looove it. I am ridiculously excited for my fall shows to start up again.

5. I am shy and awkward, which people mistake for snobbery. I’m not a snob!

6. Ok, I’m kind of a snob. But not in a malignant way. I just have a really hard time understanding some people. Like, half of America. Why would you ever, under any circumstance, take people like Glenn Beck or Bill O’Reilly seriously? I don’t get it, and I don’t want to get it, which I guess makes me a snob.

7. I am ridiculously in love with President Obama.

Can you blame me?