Thanks to sean for this one. Because it killed lots of time this afternoon.

LAYER ONE:

-- Name: Jeanne

-- Birth date: July 21, 1979

-- Birthplace: Omaha, Nebraska at St. Joseph’s hospital.

-- Current Location: Omaha, Nebraska. Sheesh, how lame is that?

-- Eye Color: Brown

-- Hair Color: Currently a reddish brown. Naturally, I think it’s a light brown with a teeney bit of red.

-- Height: 5’5”

-- Righty or Lefty: right

-- Zodiac Sign: Cancer, the crab. No wonder I am always so cranky.

LAYER TWO:

-- Your heritage: Irish and German

-- The shoes you wore today: Black two-piece heels with an ankle strap and a little toe cleavage. I hate toe cleavage.

-- Your weakness: Food. Wine. Shopping.

-- Your fears: running through spiderwebs. Losing friends.

-- Your perfect pizza: Vegetarian pizza from the Pizz@ Shoppe in Benson, or BBQ Chicken pizza from Upstre@m

-- Goal you'd like to achieve: get into law school. Hell, finish law school applications even – who cares if I get in. Win lottery so as to pay off debts and purchase a pair of Manolos.

LAYER THREE:

-- Your most overused phrase on AIM: lol

-- Your first waking thoughts: Ugh, morning. Have to leave warm bed.

-- Your best physical feature: ? My eyes, I guess. Maybe my hands. Erika and Naomi would say my boobs.

-- Your most missed memory: Reading in front of the fireplace when I was a kid.

LAYER FOUR:

-- Pepsi or Coke: Diet Coke. In a plastic bottle, not a can. Neurotic much, anyone?

-- McDonald's or Burger King: Burger King.

-- Single or group dates: I guess single. I haven’t ever really dated – mostly I have had boyfriends, which means no one ever asks you on a date. You just go out together because you are together, you know?

-- Adidas or Nike: Adidas. Nikes make my feet hurt.

-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Nestea

-- Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla

-- Cappuccino or coffee: Coffee during the week, soy latte on weekend.

LAYER FIVE:

-- Smoke: Not anymore.

-- Cuss: Apparently whoever asked this has never spoken with me or read any of this diary.

-- Sing: At random, I tend to bust out in song. My sister does it too, I think it’s genetic.

-- Take a shower everyday: Yes, unless I’m violently ill.

-- Do you think you've been in love: Yeah, lots. Love is grand until it ends, but still worth doing I think.

-- Want to go to college: Graduated December 2000. God, am I getting old.

-- Liked high school: Sometimes. It had its ups and downs.

-- Want to get married: Maybe. What I don’t want to do is get divorced, which may prevent me from getting married.

-- Believe in yourself: Depends. At work? Sure. In my personal life? Much more shaky.

-- Get motion sickness: Not typically but every once in awhile.

-- Think you're attractive: Sometimes.

-- Think you're a health freak: No one who spends so much time in bars is a health freak.

-- Get along with your parent(s): Typically. Though we shall see after I live in their house for another few weeks.

-- Like thunderstorms: Yeah, I love love love thunderstorms. My favorite part of summer.

-- Play an instrument: Not really. I played the flute in grade school.

LAYER SIX: In the past month...

-- Drank alcohol: Yes

-- Smoked: One drag. It tasted terrible, I remember why I quit now.

-- Done a drug: No, but it’s been offered.

-- Made Out: Um, yeah. I thiiiiiink so at least… ;)

-- Gone on a date: Guess so, if boyfriend counts.

-- Gone to the mall?: sadly, yes

-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos?: Ugh. No, I think I would barf.

-- Eaten sushi: Probably. I get takeout sushi almost once a week.

-- Been on stage: No, I get horrifying stage fright.

-- Been dumped: Not in the last month.

-- Gone skating: Um, no.

-- Made homemade cookies: Believe it or not, yes.

-- Dyed your hair: Yes, Naomi and I dyed my hair a few weeks ago.

-- Stolen Anything: nope.

LAYER SEVEN: Ever...

-- Played a game that required removal of clothing: Oh boy. Yes, I have – we did lots of that this summer for some reason.

-- If so, was it mixed company: Yes. See this entry if you want to hear how that one got started.

-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Oh boy. Yes.

-- Been caught "doing something": Not since I was really young.

-- Been called a tease: Yes

-- Gotten beaten up: Kind of, I got in a fight in jr. high

-- Shoplifted: Lipstick or nail polish or something when I was in grade school.

-- Changed who you were to fit in: Maybe the way I looked.

LAYER EIGHT:

-- Age you hope to be married: Who the hell knows. How about by December 23, 2045? I guess if I’m not married by then I should take up spinster-y things and resign myself to being an old hag.

-- Numbers and Names of Children: Oh god. Don’t even go there right now…

-- Describe your Dream Wedding: Eh, I keep telling everyone I want to get married in Vegas by an Elvis minister. Mostly I just want something quiet and lacking in family hoopla.

-- How do you want to die: without any pain or knowledge that I’m dying.

-- Where you want to go to college: Graduated from M@rquette University.

-- What do you want to be when you grow up: A princess. Barring suspension of reality, I guess I’ll go for that whole attorney thing.

-- What country would you most like to visit: Vietnam. But I want to go everywhere.

LAYER NINE:

-- Number of drugs taken illegally: a few different ones.

-- Number of people I could trust with my life: not many, that’s for sure.

-- Number of CDs that I own: Lots. Several hundred at least.

-- Number of piercings: 2 (body) and one set of earrings now. At the height I would have had 4 body piercings and I think 4 sets of earrings.

-- Number of tattoos: 3. Dying for another one.

-- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: Doubt if my name has ever been in the paper.

-- Number of scars on my body: lots of tiny ones. A couple of cool ones.

-- Number of things in my past that I regret: I regret being cavalier about people’s feelings, especially a couple of guys I’ve dated. Other than that… I try not to regret stuff. Guilt is pretty much a wasted emotion.