Rebecca Weimer - Plinky Answers

This year, I'm thankful for diet coke

2009-11-30T17:21:44-06:00

I'm thankful for friends and family. For soy vanilla lattes and soy chais. For pink sunglasses. For Diet Coke and flavor blasted goldfish. That I have a job. That I have options and independence. That I have a mother who is finally doing things for herself and learning to live, who is always there for me. For google reader, hulu, ninjavideo, twitter, youtube, and netflicks for curbing my boredom. For friends who allow me to be 9 years old. For cardigans.

If life were a movie, we would have died

2009-11-23T16:02:52-06:00

Day 2 of our cross-country road trip. We planned to spend the night in Amarillo, TX but stopped in OKC to sightsee/eat dinner/visit a friend. As we're driving that last stretch of highway for the night, our caravan partner called and asked me to pull over for a restroom break (I was leading). This is Texas, with no major towns intersecting I-40 until Amarillo, so well-lit gas stations and such were not plentiful. Thinking it's an uber emergency, I pull off at the next exit where there's a gas station sign. Big mistake. The gas station is a run-down shack lit by a single light, nobody around. Think House of Wax. At night.
We didn't even get out but turned around and gunned it. Attempting to get back on the highway, we make a turn that doesn't actually lead us to the well-paved, lit highway but rather to a smaller, 2-lane, run-down road that runs parallel to said highway. That highway that smirked at us as we kept down this sketchy road, teasing us with it's proximity but lack of ways to get there. Finally, a few miles later, we found a path to that ever-present highway and booked it out of there.

Autumn Leaves

2009-11-15T14:20:33-06:00

The crisp cool air, swirling around you, wrapped in a coat and a scarf. The leaves as they turn from green to yellow to orange to red to brown, soaring through the air and collecting in a multi-colored leaf orgy on the ground. Bonfires and s'mores, the smoke twisting and rising into the star-lit night. Apple picking in the orchards, the sweet juices dribbling down your chin. The beginning of the winter holidays, the bittersweet ending of summer.

You'll probably see me in my skinnies

2009-11-06T21:23:26-06:00

skinnies
Skinnies make me look skinny. They also make me look "hip", and these are the first pair of jeans I've bought (Gap 1969 Always Skinny) that actually fit me, that I want to wear everyday. They're girly, go well with everything, and make me feel confident about my clothes.

Soccer is a dangerous sport

2009-10-30T12:19:59-06:00

The Ghost of a Soccer Player
I've always kind of hated Halloween. Mind, I loved getting free candy, but I never had a good costume idea. The ones you buy are always flimsy and scratchy, and Mom always made us wear a coat over them, so my red Power Ranger outfit became red legs with a black coat. Once I started playing soccer, it became my default costume. Not wanting to be boring multiple years in a row, one year I took a glow-in-the-dark plastic skeleton, cut it up, tied it to my soccer uniform and wore a skeleton mask... and became the ghost of a soccer player.
...Too bad no one got it.

The smell of coffee

2009-10-20T16:54:44-06:00

It's not just the caffeine (my lifeblood), it's the smell. I love the smell of fresh, roasting coffee in the still-dark hours of the morning, when my roommates are still asleep. I love sipping it at the table, wrapped in a blanket.