Ok, apparently I'm not good at pretending to lie, because I can't remember the stories I have told. All of you who remembered something about me being in a dryer were correct. Nobody got both, but partial credit goes to Mel, Jendeis, Emily, and of course Kate.
1. I used to have over 9 body piercings, but now only my ears are pierced.
Lies, all lies. I wasn't allowed to get my ears pierced until I was 13. I had two holes in each ear at one point, but that was about as wild as I got. It just seemed too painful to go along with my friends as they pierced tongues, eyebrows, noses, and er..."down there."
2. I once won a Star Trek creative writing competition
True. I was in 7th grade I think. The Indy library had a contest and I won my age category. I wrote part of it in Klingon, because that is just how geeky I was.
3.I have a tattoo of the word "also" on my back.
True. My best friend L and I have always said "I love you also" instead of "I love you too."
When somebody tells you they love you, too often we respond "I love you too" without thinking about it.
When we use also, we are saying that we have thought about it and we really mean it when we say "I love you." So we end every conversation by telling each other "also." She has the mirror image of the word on her back.
4. My middle name is Wilson.
False. My middle name is Celia. I did however take the Saint name of Thomas More when I was confirmed because I thought he seemed like a cool dude. The archbishop did not look impressed as he welcomed the bald-headed chick as "Thomas."
5. I've been inside a dryer while it was on.
True. Apparently I already told this story. Whoops. When I was in 5th grade I was playing hide and seek and chose to hide in the dryer, because I would climb in there when we had tornadoes.
(Looking back, I am slightly horrified that my mother thought this was a good place for me. I mean, would rescuers think to look in the dryer?) Anyways, I hid in the dryer with the door open and Nate P. came along and kicked it closed. Apparently the dryer was on and closing the door started it up. I wasn't in long before my mother heard me screaming and came running to let me out. I used my experience as an excuse for weird behavior for years to come.
6. I once dated a guy who thought I was British.
True. When I was nannying in NYC I was riding the subway and reading Sam Shepard's "Motel Chronicles." The guy sitting across from me asked me about it, I responded in a British accent (What? You don't walk around large cities trying on different characters?), he was cute, I was cute, he asked me out, I said yes.
Only problem was, how was I going to explain that in fact that whole accent thing was um, fake?
I never quite figured it out for the first date and that was really the only time I could have POSSIBLY gotten away with explaining and not have him run screaming. I was about to move to London, so I knew the relationship wasn't going to be more than three weeks anyways, so I never got around to telling him. I just broke his little heart after three weeks. He was all about continuing the relationship long-distance-style (after three weeks! Um, creepy) but for obvious reasons that wasn't going to work. Plus, he was shorter than me. And he probably liked my accent more than anything else.