The Favorites
Movies: Gladiator, A Beautiful Mind, The Matrix, Yellow Submarine, Clerks, Close Encounters Of The Third Kind, The Usual Suspects, Clue, Ocean's Eleven, Men With Brooms
Actors: Russell Crowe, Kevin Spacey, Ed Norton, Nicholas Lea, David Duchovny (I know it's understood, but I had to say it!!)
Actresses: Gillian Anderson, Jenna Elfman, Sarah Michelle Gellar
T.V. Shows: "The Simpsons", "The X-Files", "Family Guy", "Anderson Cooper 360", "Chilly Beach", "Spongebob Squarepants"
Bands: Go ahead, I dare you.
Song(s): "Invisible" -- Clay Aiken/"Laid" -- Matt Nathanson/"Message In A Bottle" -- John Mayer
Books: American Psycho, Less Than Zero, The Rules Of Attraction all by Bret Easton Ellis, The Catcher In The Rye by J.D. Salinger, Random Acts of Sensless Violence by Jack Womack, The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J.K. Rowling (Leave me alone, I'm a kid at heart!), Prozac Nation by Elizabeth Wurtzel
Comic Strip: 'Calvin and Hobbes', 'FoxTrot'
Simpsons' Character: Ralph Wiggum (hehe, I love ya' Bill!), Comic Book Guy
TV Personality: John Buccigross, Anderson Cooper (if you don't know who either of them are you'd better figure it out, then come see me)
Ben & Jerry's Flavor: Reese's peanut butter cup
Vacation Spot: Hyannis, Massachusetts (or anywhere on Cape Cod), Narragansett, Rhode Island...I guess you could say anywhere in New England would suffice
City: New York City (duh! dumb question, don't you think? everything else is a TOWN compared to NYC), Providence, Rhode Island, and Toronto, Ontario (The closest thing to NYC outside of the US ;-))
Athlete: Peter Forsberg (when he's not injured), David Wells
Quote: "Remember boys, this is America. Just because you get the most votes doesn't mean you win." - Fox Mulder; "There is no doubt that genius last longer than beauty." - Oscar Wilde; "Way to make a run at Chicago, you fruitastic bastards!" - Chris Kreuter; "Have you ever wished that you could disappear from all of this?" - Bret Easton Ellis
Personal Mantra: "I love them Canadian boys!", "Trust no one. Not even me."
Joke: In Denver, two boys are playing hockey on a pond in City Park when one is attacked by a rabid Rottweiler. Thinking quickly, the other boy takes his stick, wedges it down the dogs collar and twists, breaking the dogs neck. A reporter who was strolling by, sees the incident, and rushes over to interview the boy. "Young Avalanche Fan Saves Friend From Vicious Animal," he starts writing in his notebook.
"But I'm not an Avalanche fan," the little hero replied.
"Sorry, since we are in Denver, I just assumed you were," said the reporter and starts again. "Little DU Hockey Fan Rescues Friend From Horrific Attack" he continued writing in his notebook.
"I'm not a DU fan either," the boy said.
"I assumed everyone in Denver was either for the Avs or DU. What team do you root for?" the reporter asked.
"I'm a Red Wings fan," the child said.
The reporter starts a new sheet in his notebook and writes, "Little Bastard from Detroit Kills Beloved Family Pet."
***taken from Mile High Stanley's Avs Page

Stupid Trivia: same birthday as Mitch Pileggi (Skinner on "The X-Files") - Kurt Cobain also shot himself that day, my half birthday is also Patrick Roy and Mario Lemieux's birthday (How does she know this? Why does she know this?), entertainment editor of high school newspaper, someday I wanna raise a family in Grand Island, New York (you'd just have to go there to see what I'm talking about...)

A Lil' Personal History:
Well, uh, gee, where do I even begin? Ah yes. Born April 5, 1982 @ Putnam Hospital Center in Brewster, New York. That night eighteen inches of snow fell out of the sky - how's that for eerie foreshadowing?
I learned to read before my sister - who happens to be two years younger than I am - was born, by watching Scrabble and Wheel of Fortune with my Grandpa. Remember in nursery school (Pine Grove for a while, then the Early Childhood Learning Center in Brewster, then back to Pine Grove) when we watched those filmstrips on butterflies and stuff? Yeah, I used to read those to the class! Gifted as fuck I was.
Elementary school rolled around and I was huge. No, I'm not kidding. Now, you couldn't tell from me now, because I'm short, but I was one of the tallest kids in Austin Road! Booyah! Then I stopped growing and everyone kept going. And I was so popular. Like, people like Quinn and Gina were my best friends. Then came middle school, and I sort of found my own identity. However, it wasn't what they all wanted, so we parted ways. I was my own person, and they were one giant conglomeration of popular ooze that I was so ready to get out of.
This is where I met Chris. Chris changed my life forever. I never thought someone could have such an impact on my life. But after Matt's death I felt completely lost; like your average teenager, with no set direction in life. But somehow, when I was around Chris, I felt like I didn't have to have direction. I mean, Chris was a nerdy kid, and I was kind of popular. But he was so fun, and we had things to talk about. I didn't care who he was, because he was cool. That was all that mattered. Meeting Chris made me see that is was okay not to be popular. So I said, "Fuck you!" to the clique, and found my own friends. I thought my life was over when Chris and I parted ways. Actually, it almost was. But after a few months (months, Amanda?) of therapy I got my life somewhat back on track.
Senior year it looked like me and Chris we going to go our own ways. It felt as if what we went through was just going to be forgotten and that would be it. Along came Raff. Ah Rafferty. I've known him since first grade, and through years of Austin Road field trips and people stealing our mountain, and years of band with both of the Wrays, and nine seasons of 'The X-Files' and thirteen of 'The Simpsons', we've been there for one another. Well, if it weren't for Raff, Chris and I probably wouldn't be talking right now. Guess that was proof that to keep our friendship we'd have to put aside whatever stupid quarrels we thought were going on between us. So we did. And through our senior year we were, by far, the tightest we've ever been.
Then graduation. Graduation hit me unusually hard. Honestly, I didn't think I'd cry at graduation. Well, I didn't. But afterward I just sat by the pool and thought, 'Wow. I mean, this is it. This chapter's finished. So...what's next?'
College, dumbass.
University at Buffalo: 420 miles from home, any friends who stayed there and my family. And what was I going to do? Structural engineering. I soon found that this was going to be more than I bargained for, and found myself linked to a little clique of people who were all engineers. The amazing thing I found, is that it was much much easier to make friends in college than in high school. Why you may ask? Well, if you're in school, think of your hometown. G'hed, think of Mahopac. Now, look to your left, then look to your right. Unless you go to Albany, there's NO ONE FROM MAHOPAC AROUND YOU!! It was definitely a good feeling to know that I was starting anew. Granted, I still keep in touch with all of my close friends, there's a part of me that's glad I left...