Episode 5 - This Is Halloween

Halloween comes and stress comes with it. As an ENFP, I like to think that I am creative enough to come up with good costume ideas. Apparently, I’m not. I take that back. I have GREAT ideas (Kenneth the Page, Buddy the Elf, Kenny Powers the human) but I can never make anything that actually looks like what I’m trying to convey.

So what happens instead? I wear an Under Armor (whatsup, product placement) turtleneck, overalls, a Santa Hat, and Crocs. I’m “A Tennessee Christmas.” See? Even at Halloween I only think about Christmas. But let me explain to you why the costume was surprisingly impacting. CROCS. Royal blue Crocs. Here’s a secret, I love my Crocs. I wear them often. Daily, in fact. One day, I will be brave enough to wear them to class. One day. I honestly think that Crocs should become socially acceptable. Are they retro yet? No? I didn’t think so.

The reason Crocs are great is that they are comfortable and practical. Who cares that they make you look like a toddler? Toddlers are awesome.

But, Halloween. People get really “in” to Halloween. Some girls become very confident in their bodies and show a lot of skin. Some guys try really hard to be iconic characters from movies (The Joker is a favorite). Some people just refuse to dress up citing that they didn’t have time to make a costume or forgot that Halloween happens. Number 1) That’s a lie. Number 2) You actually might be cooler if you don’t dress up. Number 3) Yeah, the cool kids don’t dress up.

So there you have it. I give Halloween about a B. Crocs get an A+. Add them to the list.

Final thought: Is "The Nightmare Before Christmas" a Christmas movie or a Halloween movie? I've never really understood.

Episode 4 - V.I.ENFPs

Today I want to discuss some of my fellow ENFPs. It is important to examine other ENFPs so that you, the reader(s), can truly understand our lives. So I want to introduce you to my friends, Margaret Ann the ENFP and Marianna the ENFP. We came into this world separately, but we will occasionally hang out together as ENFPs.

Meet Margaret Ann. She is wild. Here, she is singing karaoke at a mexican restaurant. It is truly her natural habitat.

Margaret Ann is the epitome of an ENFP. Fun, full of life, and loud, Margaret Ann exemplifies what it means to Extraverted Intuitive. She is constantly singing and dancing, usually because I push her to do it. Her favorite songs to sing (with me) are anything by Celine Dion ("It's All Coming Back to Me Now"), "Poker Face" but the Glee version, and any other song by anyone, anywhere, ever.

Now, meet Marianna. Mari, otherwise known as Scari (see picture below), is a lover of life and weird humor.

An avid Saturday Night Live fan, Scari (pronounced Scare - ee) will often break into a character from the most recent SNL episode. She's like Kristen Wigg (Mari, you're welcome for the compliment). But Mari will cry. It could be because she's not talked to her boyfriend in a month or because the episode of Law and Order: SVU that she is watching is exceptionally touching. She is a scientific example of the Feeling/Perception.

By the way, I didn't get their permission to talk about them or post these pictures. However, since they probably won't read this, I'm not too worried. Also, this is the first time that I've posted any pictures because it is the first time that I've taken the time to figure out how to do that.

These are ENFPs. Take it in. We are more fun than any other MTBI personality type. We win. You can't not love these girls. ENFPs are also crazy/fun-loving/spontaneous enough to use double negatives. We are cray.

So there you have it. You've met some pretty great other ENFPs. Stay tuned for more. Who knows what else might pop up? Not me. ENFPs are notoriously bad planners.

P.S. Here is what they look like on normal days.

Episode 3 - The List

I wanted to write about singing or twitter, but instead I’m going to write about Christmas. My excuse for writing about Christmas before Halloween is because my mother has already asked me for my Christmas list. Yes, the list. Some people, like my friend Bailey, have a running list that they keep throughout the year. These are the people who never get enough. They always want more stuff. “I want a chocolate lab.” “I want a Four Runner.” “I want a Tervis Tumbler with the Dr. Pepper logo on it.” “I want Mucinex.”

Some of us, on the other hand, have more trouble when it comes to deciding what we want. It’s the weirdest thing. Everyday I look forward to Christmas but I’m always blind sided when my mom asks for my Christmas list. When I was little, I never asked for anything. I just woke up and everything that I wanted was there, even if I didn’t know that I wanted it. Santa is pretty good at guessing what people want at the Newman house. Last year I asked for season 1 of The West Wing on DVD. Instead, I got the entire series. Santa gets work done.

So this year, I’ve started putting together a rough draft for my Christmas list.
Subaru Outback (any model from the last four years is fine)
Concert tickets to any of the following: Dave Matthews Band, Coldplay, the Dixie Chicks, Garth Brooks, Billy Joel, Paul McCartney, or Jimmy Buffett
Super Bowl tickets (but only if the Titans play)
A contract with Saturday Night Live
A pony (duh)

Mom, since I know you’re reading this, I prefer that the Subaru be either gold or grey. Also, if Bill Clinton could be my guest to the Dixie Chicks concert, I would like that a lot. Finally, if none of these things seem plausible, I would just like for all of you to remember that miracles DO happen. Proof: 45 people have read my blog. FORTY FIVE! Good job, world. And Merry Christmas.

Episode 2 - The Second Episode

Hey world. Remember me? It's been a year and a half and I have had a total of, wait for it, ZERO READS! Well done, John the ENFP. I'm so proud of you.

One thing you have to know about ENFPs is that we get really excited about starting things but we have trouble going through with them. So if you're surprised that I haven't written in a while, non-existent readers, that is why.

I mentioned previously that my interests in life revolve around the television show "30 Rock" and me. That is a lie. I also think about the television show "The West Wing." Also, Oprah. So there you have it. 30 Rock, myself, The West Wing, and Oprah. Maybe also grammar. And Christmas. Anyway, I love a lot of things. But today/night, I want to talk about family. And the reason I want to talk about family is because I recently saw The Father of the Bride Parts I and II.

Yes, you will come to find out that most things that I talk about are inspired by TV or movies. But The Father of the Bride movies are incredible. If you haven't seen them, I suggest that you do. Steve Martin and Diane Keaton are in them, so that should be reason enough to watch them. Anyway, the plot revolves around George Banks (Steve Martin) and how his daughter gets married (Part I) then has a baby (Part II). Being the typical father that he is, he freaks out both times. The themes, however, are what strike me the most. Banks is tremendously involved in all aspects of his family. He is in love with his wife and kids, and it makes me want to have a family.

And by family, I mean babies. I LOVE BABIES. The clumsier, the better. I love when two-year-olds get really excited, start bouncing up and down, and then fall on their bottom. How can anyone hate kids after seeing that? I don't understand. My favorite baby is Burgess Galligan, son of my brother's best friend. Burgess is two, I think. He's blonde and smiles constantly. I've never heard him cry, which is good, and he loves me, which is also good. He especially loves when I hold him upside down and spin him around a little bit. He starts cracking up, you know, with that baby laugh. It's almost too much. Almost. But I never get enough. I could play with him all day if his parents let me.

They don't.

So you can add babies to the list of things that I love. But watching these movies have made me miss my family, and more importantly, my childhood. It sucks growing up. When I was ten, I couldn't wait to be thirteen. Then I couldn't wait to be sixteen. Then I couldn't wait to be eighteen. Now I want to be five. But we all grow up and have to deal with the responsibilities of getting older (i.e. college). I guess it's just one of those things (also, taxes). Anyway, there you have it. My second post. I'll probably talk about childhood again and how I'm obsessed with being a kid at Christmas (when I try to recreate being a kid at Christmas, my family tends to roll their eyes). Until then, I'm just going to watch television.