I've had snails a couple of times and frog legs once. They weren't horrible, but I'm sure other people would find it super gross. The frog legs tasted like rubbery chicken. Personally, I think anything bland is gross. My mother is the best cook I know, everything she makes is flavorful and delicious. Probably because she makes it with love. P.S. Thanksgiving at my house is amazing.

I'd probably end up sleeping the morning away. All I can definitely say is that I'm not a big fan of breakfast food or church so neither would be included.

First memorable date without parents within earshot? I was really into this guy who was already with a girl, but I convinced him to go to a local dog walk benefiting the SPCA. I took my little schnoodle, Murphy, and we spent the afternoon in the sun. Needless to say, my dog and I are pretty persuasive and cute, we swept him off his feet, and that girlfriend of his was gone in a week. Think "Boyfriend" by Avril Lavigne.

I worked at a restaurant at the beginning of my freshman year with a bunch of other college kids; this one waiter couldn't look you in the eye or pay attention to anything longer than two sentences. He was also very greedy and would fidget a lot. After a few months, I quit. Near the end of the school year, some guy was caught on campus, asleep on a bench, 192 mini baggies of heroin on him. The whole campus was buzzing about it; it was all over the news. The only thing anyone knew was that he was a super senior, undeclared major but considering drug rehabilitation services. A few weeks later I found out it was the d-bag I worked with, and then it all made sense... Except for the drug rehab services thing.

MULTIPLE. I was/still am notorious for being hot for teacher. I've been told I'm into "high school baseball coach-looking men" if that makes sense. Criteria: 28-35 year-old range, a good 5 o'clock shadow, looks great in a baseball cap, rough but handsome, kids are okay. Mr. Romig, if you're reading this, I pretty much love you.

I'd bring my ukulele (you need island-y music to go with the island scenery), tanning oil (with some sort of SPF protection - skin cancer isn't sexy), and a cute bikini (pin-up style). I need to look rescuable.

Definitely. It's not underlined in red when I type it, plus it's in T9Word. I don't understand why people fail to notice that. Good grammar and spelling is hot, and it lets us intellectual girls know who's actually up to par and who should go back to grade school.

HAIR GEL. I hate wet-looking, stiff hair on a guy, and when it accidentally gets crunched, it leaves dandruffy-looking stuff on his shoulders. It's a total turn-off. Those Axe commercials aren't lying guys. My hair's short too but I don't want my bangs sticking straight up in the air. The windblown look just doesn't work if your hair isn't past your shoulders. Just don't do it! Ahem, guidos.

I maintain that realtree camo is a color because there were boys from my high school who ordered that as their vest color for Prom. That is scary. But if you disagree, then orange - not only because it's proven to make people anxious, but also due to all the Oompa Loompas walking around campus. I know tanning can be addictive, but just say no, ladies and guidos.

Such a long time ago, circa 7th grade? It was in my basement, we were watching a movie, and he definitely surprised me. I was one of the first girls in my group of friends to be "French-kissed", and I told my friends at school the next week that it felt like a fast snail in my mouth. I still kinda think it feels like fast snails, and to my boyfriend's dismay, a makeout session is special occasion.