The second installment in the embarrassingly self-indulgent "100 Things About Me" List.

26 I’m a very stubborn person. I don’t throw temper tantrums (usually), but if it’s important to me, I figure out how to get my way.

27. I also have a rebellious streak; I tend to resent being told what to do. Resentment leads to stubbornness (see #26).

28. I’m a former shy person. Shyness would come and go while I was growing up. I’d say it’s gone for good at this point. I’m an extrovert now. Being shy is no fun.

29. I don’t care what people think about me anymore.

30. I like to accessorize. I enjoy dressing up. I usually wear some makeup, but not a lot. I suppose lipstick is my essential makeup, but nothing too obnoxious. My girlfriends say I’m a real ‘girly-girl’.

31. My eyelashes are long and thick, the kind mascara commercials promise. Lucky me - I don’t have to wear that stuff.

32. Only recently have I come to accept my nose the way it is. I almost like it.

33. I get compliments on my eye color (blue), people apparently assume I’m wearing colored contact lenses. Nope, I just got lucky in the genetic crap shoot.

34. I can’t stand my voice. It’s a little too deep for a woman’s voice, and it’s kind of nasal. Ugh - can’t stand to hear it. Though, does anyone actually like the sound of his or her voice?

35. My favorite color has always been purple. I remember as a little girl seeing a purple house in Barberton, Ohio–either that inspired me to like purple, or I already liked it by that point. My second favorite color was blue when I was much younger; now it’s green.

36. Scars - there’s a scar on my left knee from having stitches when I was six years old. It was a freak accident involving a broken orange juice glass one Saturday morning. There’s a scar on my left arm where the neighborhood crazy German Shepherd bit me. There’s a couple of scars from scratches on my right arm from childhood.

37. A former friend betrayed me (and other friends) two years ago, after she achieved some rank and status in the SCA. It seems she was just being our friend to get what she wanted, and she dumped us as soon as she got it. Though it hurt at the time, now it’s a source of amusement–what kind of person chooses fawners and flatterers over true friends?

38. The friends I have right now are tried and true; I’m so lucky to have them.

39. The only reason that I stay in Florida is because my mom and all my friends live here. I hate the heat, humidity, roaches, ignorant/dangerous drivers, lack of fall and winter, etc.

40. Leopard print is totally cool.

41. My favorite beverages include chocolate milk, beer, ICJava from Panera Bread, Diet 7-Up, and sparkling water. And don’t forget the obligatory A.M. Diet Coke. I like coffee sometimes, it’s great for socializing after dinner (decaf, please).

42. If I have a beverage with caffeine after about 3 P.M., I won’t be able to sleep that night.

43. I love food, it’s hard for me to narrow down my favorites; I’m especially fond of Buffalo chicken wings, Stouffer’s grilled vegetable French bread pizza, and macaroni and cheese. I try not to like fast food, but cave in to my cravings every so often. Chik-Fil-A rocks.

44. Foreign food that I dig: sushi, Thai , Indian, and you can’t go wrong with Italian food.

45. I like lots of ketchup with my cheeseburger and fries, please.

46. I go through spells where I could eat the same food for days.

47. I’d like to get a tattoo, but Mom won’t let me. My brother has enough tattoos for the both of us. Besides, there’s that whole hepatitis thing. I’d get either the Cheshire Cat (not the Disney version, but the original artwork), a bee, or the image of a falcon pendant from King Tut’s tomb.

48. I think I have a sweet tooth, but I work so hard to control it that it’s probably best not to acknowledge it. Ice cream is always appropriate. Chocolate is A Good Thing, and I would tend to wonder about someone who didn’t like it. White chocolate is A Very Good Thing.

49. I’ve had diabetes since February 1990. I actually prefer the term “sugar problem” - an old friend of mine who was a social worker said her clients used that phrase. I don’t like to talk about it at all, hate testing my blood sugar, hate all the meds I have to take, and hate it when people say, “Oh, you shouldn’t eat that cookie/put sugar in your tea/etc.” (See #27.) As a result, I rarely tell people about my sugar problem.

50. I think that the only person who doesn’t think I’m weird is my mother. I can remember being called weird in the third grade. Read the signatures in my senior yearbook–that’s the word most commonly used to describe me. I don’t mind (see #29), but if you don’t think I’m weird, let me know.