The Lonely Grave of Paula Schultz

Day 4: Your Nicknames

Oh wow. Should I go chronologically or in order of importance? That is, assuming I can even remember all the ones worth mentioning.

I've gone by many pseudonyms. Some stick longer than others, and more often than not are not chosen by myself. Let's see...
Early on I invented a future persona for myself, one that worked as a mild-mannered janitor by day and became a badass ninja/secret agent by night. This persona was named "Agent Honeytoast" by a friend of mine.
I've participated in one game of spin-the-bottle in my life. After said game I happened to earn the title of "pillow lips".
After replacing my father at his work, my bosses referred to me by my last name, "Deroy", because this is what they always called him. Since then most of my friends also began calling me Deroy, though the reason why remains a mystery.
When the name Deroy stuck at work, a friend of my Dad's who also happened to play World of Warcraft took to calling me "Deeeroooooy Jenkins", after the famous player Leeroy Jenkins. Over time this name has simply been shortened to "Jenkins".
As long as I'm counting work-related names, a friend by the name of Larry Cooper started addressing me as "Del-Tron". I liked that one while it lasted.
My boyfriend insists on calling me "Sara". Sure, it sounds right when you say it out loud, but the spelling is just absurd.
As of late, my main alias has been "Paula Schultz". It is my name used on Facebook to keep spying family members from accessing it. If you want to know "why Paula Schultz?", just watch Kill Bill. It's one of my favorite movies.

That's pretty much all there is to it. I know I've had several other names, these are just the ones that come to my mind right now.
Goodnight all.

"Day 3": Something you're afraid of.

I put Day 3 in quotes because I basically fail at this challenge thing. There has definitely been more than three days since I started the challenge. But lets pretend.

Well, there are my irrational fears, but they have hardly any bearing on my day-to-day life. My fear of old school Oompa Loompas stems from watching Willy Wonka as a child, followed by nightmares of being turned into a blueberry and juiced. I guess I'm also really afraid of whales/other large sea creatures, but you just don't run into those very often.

 One realistic fear I have is having problems with my car. That is one of the only things that will fill me with instant terror and dread. Mostly because in my financial situation I wouldn't be able to simply have it fixed. My car represents my independence, as it makes it possible for me to get anywhere I want/need to go(sometimes on a whim). Without my car, I would either be stuck in the same place forever, or would constantly depend on others for rides, and both outcomes are the shittiest thing ever. I will never take having a working car for granted.

If you want to get deep and psychological, I suppose my ultimate fear is death. Or rather, that nothing happens after you die. From childhood to present, I've had occasional nightmares involving just plain dying. The cause is usually unknown. The dream just involves me waiting around for everything to just stop existing, for my perception to just end. The thought of that simply terrifies me; I like that my perception exists...

So I guess any day that I'm not dying in a car accident with an Oompa Loompa is a good one.