Ask a Geologist: About a Geologist

I'd like to know more about Julie so I'm asking these questions:

If one song were to describe your life, what song would it be?

Are you good at making new friends?

What is your least favorite word?

Do you have tattoos?

Do you trust easily?

Name your least favorite feature?

If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?

What's the worst thing about being your gender?

Which is a stronger emotion: anger or love?

Ummmm...whoah! Hi! That's alot of questions. Well, generally here at Lets Blog About You, we like to blog about...erm...you and not so much me....but since it's my birthday I'll give these questions a shot. After all, it's like a good ol' Live Journal Meme and who doesn't love that?

If one song were to describe your life, what song would it be?

Because I'm a gangster...and it doesn't feel bad.

But some would argue that this is more accurate:

But the truth is more like this:

Are you good at making new friends?

Yeesh. Ummm....no. Not actually. Well, let's back track. That is true for the most part. If I met you I wouldn't talk to you unless I couldn't avoid it. It's more likely that I wouldn't meet you at all though, because I actively avoid going to events where I might have to talk to strangers.

Unfortunately my job requires that I meet about 300 people a year and I've kind of gotten good at pretending to be outgoing until I get to the point where I know everyone and can calm down. After you've known me for a while it's hard to imagine that I was ever shy. We moved a lot while I was growing up so I've had to make and remake friends a lot in my life so you'd think that I'd be better at it.

Now that I'm older I find people I like and just attack them with love. My best friend says that even though I'm bad at making friends that I'm really good at keeping them. She also says that I make friends like a blender with two speeds. You're either my acquaintance or OMGWTFBBQ WE R BFF 4-EVA. Like, three seconds after you meet me I hand you a t-shirt with our names air brushed onto it and a mixed cd with all your favorite songs. It can be overwhelming for people...but whatever. I am who I am.

What is your least favorite word?

Can't.

Do you have tattoos?
On the small of my back, what some would call the tramp stamp, it says "vtec" in black lettering. I tried to take a photo but it's really hard to take a good picture of your own back.

Haha. Not really. None of that is true. That would be silly. Chances are if you're reading this blog you don't understand why I think that's so funny.

I'm allergic to pain and I don't really like anything enough to have it written on me forever.

Do you trust easily?

I'm doing a meme for a stranger on the internet. Survey says...YES!

But honestly, I would like to be more cautious about trusting people. Sometimes I'll get fleeting thoughts that try and warn me not to trust people but most of the time I ignore those thoughts. However, when it comes to strangers, people trying to sell me things, anyone making excuses or people who have previously lost my trust I am very cautious. If you betray me once I will never really trust you again but you might not ever notice that.

Name your least favorite feature?

Blargh. What? Like...on myself?

Ok let's face it folks...I am what is known as "curvy". If real women have curves then I could stand to be a tad more imaginary. I am not svelte, petite or dainty. I am also what South Park and the Harry Potter franchise call a "ginger." I am short. My face is allergic to...my face. Also, one of my exes once told me that I have small "piggy" eyes "like my father." ( I rolled them at him.) I have tons and tons of freckles. I know that there are parts of my body that people might think I should list here as things I am ashamed of or would like to change. But for the most part I am ok with the package that is me. I'm not saying that I'm gorgeous and perfect or anything but I am pretty content. I'm just me all day erry day.

It's weird but when I was younger and cuter my self esteem was a lot lower. As an adult I've never worried about the shape of my eyebrows or the smoothness of my armpits like the magazines seem to think I should. I have no idea if my pores are abnormally sized. One of my friends and I just had a conversation about labiaplasty. Dear God, if you don't know what that is don't Google it but let's just say it's a bad idea. I don't want liposuction or a boob job.

There are plenty of people who are willing to tell you bad things about your appearance. You have to be an advocate for yourself. So instead of my least favorite feature I am going to tell you that my nose is perfect. It's true. A gentleman caller once went into great detail telling me the virtues of my perfect nose. It is not too big or too small. It is not too pert or too flat. It is....the perfect nose. All I know is that it smells great. :D

If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?

Made mashed potatoes? Huh? Why would you try to fail? Are terrorists trying to make you do something against your will? What the what? Do or do not. There is no, "try."

If you set to fail you WIN.

What's the worst thing about being your gender?

There's a lot of ways I could go with this. Honestly, I could talk about how difficult it is to be taken seriously as a woman in a science field. Or about how my previous job paid me half of what they would have paid a man with less training. Or about cramps....or expectations of motherhood. These are tied more to my choices than my gender.

I think the worst thing about being female is that I have more things to worry about then men do.

Which is a stronger emotion: anger or love?
For me, love. I can stop being angry at someone in seconds. I just have to put my mind to it. But it's much harder and more painful for me to stop loving someone. Sometimes I just can't do it. I feel like I'm not alone in this. I have so many different kinds of love in my life for so many different things and people and yet I can't think of anything I am actively angry about.

Man, that was intense. Bunny steeplechase chaser.

PS The prize for the perfect nose goes to Adele. Look at that schnozz! It's bee-yoo-ti-fil.