First of all, in lieu of Halloween (though it was a week ago), I must question, who in tarnation likes black licorice
?! No one! But obviously someone does, because we've pretty much been beat over the head with the theory of supply and demand. In order for there to be a supply of licorice, someone has to be demanding it. Who? Just saying.Random question: Do you think they picked Saturday for SAT day because it's symmetrical to have the SATs on Sat.? Someone (sadistic) must have had a sense of humor/irony.
Speaking of symmetry, my name would never have been Anna if not for the symmetry of my birth time. I was born at 11:21 on 11/21. In recognition of that, my parents decided to name me Anna because it's a palindrome; that and my mom was into Princess Diana. They thought it would be punny for my Chinese name to be Dai An Na (戴安娜). But prior to the day of my birth, it had been set that I'd either be an Elizabeth or...Mona :O I can't really see myself as an Elizabeth, and as for Mona... It was a popular name at the time in the Canadian Chinese community. I actually personally know 3 Chinese Mona's around my age who live in Canada. Eh? I guess along with Princess Diana, the parentals were also into the Mona Lisa
.On the subject of names, it's somewhat upsetting how people I've known for years are spelling my name as Ana just because I changed it on Facebook. I did so to elude nosy colleges, but I never imagined that people I'm at the very least well acquainted with could forget the proper spelling of my name. That, along with how different people think I look with my new haircut surprised me. Honestly, I don't even look that different. To prove my point:
The first is a picture of me about a month before my haircut and the second is of me the day after I cut my hair. The length and bangs were not that different! Whatever, I'm honestly just really relieved that
My name is Anna :)Food for thought:
Do you actually know someone who enjoys licorice? or do you yourself?
What other names did your parents have in mind for you?
How much, do you think, are we defined by our names?
