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Nov. 16th, 2006 12:08 amRules: Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird habits/things as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you need to choose 5 people to be tagged and list their names.
1. I'm seriously OCD. I have to eat most foods in even numbers--things like M&Ms, pringles, slices of fruit, that sort of thing, all have to be eaten in even numbers. Larger foods don't have to be, unless I'm really stressed out.
2. Along that same line, I can't step on cracks on the sidewalk. This is not because of the old rhyme about breaking your mom's back. It's because of the pressure differential under my shoe. I can actually feel the cracks under my feet (maybe I have absurdly sensitive feet?), and because of a desire for symmetry, I then have to step on the next crack with the same part of my other foot, and after a while it's just easier to avoid cracks altogether. Strangely, this also applies to things like brushing against walls--if I brush against a wall with my right side, I often find that I HAVE to turn and brush against it with my left side. It's all some weird symmetry obsession.
3. My apartment is a mess, but I fold my underwear. My best friend has told me repeatedly that it is absurd that my floor is a mess while the insides of my drawers are neat and organized.
4. I have been told that my obsession with grammar is weird. In high school, Alicia once gave me a page to edit, with a paragraph at the top crossed out. I edited the entire page, including the crossed-out paragraph, and gave it back to her. She proclaimed that I would edit a toilet seat if handed one.
5. I sleep with four pillows. With my head underneath them, flat on the mattress. I toss and turn while I sleep, so I often wake up strangled in my clothing (which is why, in recent years, I've given up on finding non-strangling clothing, and just go without). But I've been told that it's weird to sleep with four pillows and not use a single one of them.
6. I talk to myself. Out loud. ...I'm working on this.
7. When there isn't anything else to eat in the house, I will eat sandwhiches composed of two slices of bread with mayonnaise and mustard in between. Three parts mustard to one part mayo. Nothing else. They're actually really good, but you really have to go easy on the mayo.
8. I save everything. Scraps of paper with notes scribbled on them, fliers for events I've attended, school assignments. All of it is wandering around somewhere in the apartment, unfiled, but un-thrown away because eventually it will get inserted into my paper journal. It is this obsessive inability to let go of things that allows me to tell you things like the date of every first kiss I've gotten (and the full names of most of the guys), which questions I missed on AP tests and a description of the correct answers, and what the guy I liked wore to school on any given day sophomore year of high school. I swear these kinds of things don't make me a stalker; I just happen to love details. I never want to forget anything.
9. My food can't touch. Even food that maybe is supposed to touch. I've been working on this, so now I can finally mix in things like Indian food to touch the rice... but normally, things like mashed potatoes CANNOT touch meat, and certainly not peas, and, well, nothing can touch anything else.
10. I hate garlic. Really really hate garlic, and the way my mouth tastes afterwards, and the way my mouth tastes the next morning, and the way no amount of toothpaste will get rid of it. I also hate spicy food but love wasabi. And, Ann tells me that it's exceptionally strange that I order water with no ice when we go to restaurants. But I order water with no ice because drinking ice water makes me shiver, even in summer.
I tag....
antidwarf
bananasofdeath
fieryminge
ironpanther
kaminoshi
marblespire
owlishness
pewter_surfer
rkell
tryptonique
1. I'm seriously OCD. I have to eat most foods in even numbers--things like M&Ms, pringles, slices of fruit, that sort of thing, all have to be eaten in even numbers. Larger foods don't have to be, unless I'm really stressed out.
2. Along that same line, I can't step on cracks on the sidewalk. This is not because of the old rhyme about breaking your mom's back. It's because of the pressure differential under my shoe. I can actually feel the cracks under my feet (maybe I have absurdly sensitive feet?), and because of a desire for symmetry, I then have to step on the next crack with the same part of my other foot, and after a while it's just easier to avoid cracks altogether. Strangely, this also applies to things like brushing against walls--if I brush against a wall with my right side, I often find that I HAVE to turn and brush against it with my left side. It's all some weird symmetry obsession.
3. My apartment is a mess, but I fold my underwear. My best friend has told me repeatedly that it is absurd that my floor is a mess while the insides of my drawers are neat and organized.
4. I have been told that my obsession with grammar is weird. In high school, Alicia once gave me a page to edit, with a paragraph at the top crossed out. I edited the entire page, including the crossed-out paragraph, and gave it back to her. She proclaimed that I would edit a toilet seat if handed one.
5. I sleep with four pillows. With my head underneath them, flat on the mattress. I toss and turn while I sleep, so I often wake up strangled in my clothing (which is why, in recent years, I've given up on finding non-strangling clothing, and just go without). But I've been told that it's weird to sleep with four pillows and not use a single one of them.
6. I talk to myself. Out loud. ...I'm working on this.
7. When there isn't anything else to eat in the house, I will eat sandwhiches composed of two slices of bread with mayonnaise and mustard in between. Three parts mustard to one part mayo. Nothing else. They're actually really good, but you really have to go easy on the mayo.
8. I save everything. Scraps of paper with notes scribbled on them, fliers for events I've attended, school assignments. All of it is wandering around somewhere in the apartment, unfiled, but un-thrown away because eventually it will get inserted into my paper journal. It is this obsessive inability to let go of things that allows me to tell you things like the date of every first kiss I've gotten (and the full names of most of the guys), which questions I missed on AP tests and a description of the correct answers, and what the guy I liked wore to school on any given day sophomore year of high school. I swear these kinds of things don't make me a stalker; I just happen to love details. I never want to forget anything.
9. My food can't touch. Even food that maybe is supposed to touch. I've been working on this, so now I can finally mix in things like Indian food to touch the rice... but normally, things like mashed potatoes CANNOT touch meat, and certainly not peas, and, well, nothing can touch anything else.
10. I hate garlic. Really really hate garlic, and the way my mouth tastes afterwards, and the way my mouth tastes the next morning, and the way no amount of toothpaste will get rid of it. I also hate spicy food but love wasabi. And, Ann tells me that it's exceptionally strange that I order water with no ice when we go to restaurants. But I order water with no ice because drinking ice water makes me shiver, even in summer.
I tag....
antidwarf
bananasofdeath
fieryminge
ironpanther
kaminoshi
marblespire
owlishness
pewter_surfer
rkell
tryptonique
