some-odd things

So, I'm completely ganking theogeo on this list thingy here. She has two lists, the most recent of which is here.

I'm not going to number mine, though. I don't know if I'll make it to 100 or not. I might go past, I'm not sure. Anyway, this is MY blog which means I can make you suffer through all things ME including my vanity. Shuttup and read, damnit. *

• I have a hard time believing people since I think most are too self-absorbed to tell the truth.
• If you chew on pens, I think you're kinda stupid. If you chew on my pen, I lose all respect for you.
• I don't like eating in front of other people.
• I spill stuff on myself.
• I accidentally just deleted two of these I wrote ... and now I can't remember what they said.
• That was stupid of me.
• Without pizza, I would starve through many meals.
• I wash my hands many times a day, but it's not ritualized. I don't count how many times I scrub and I don't have to wash several times in a row.
• It's not OCD, it's germaphobia.
• I'm erratically anal retentive. I will be overwhelmingly fastidious about one thing for a time until it's pushed out by something else.
• I'm a very visual learner. It's bad enough I can't close my eyes and listen to someone talk.
• In a battle of wits, if you win, I love you and want to have a thousand of your babies.
• But I won't ever tell you.
  
• I'm frustrated by my own incongruities.
  
• I like not having a TV.
• I hate not having a desk.
• I bought one yesterday.
• Imitation coconut and imitation cinnamon are two of the most revolting smells to me. I'd rather smell body odor.
• If you put your feet on my pillow or even threaten to, I will exact my revenge.
• Feet belong on the floor just as shoes belong on feet and on the floor.
• I still paint my toenails ... and then wash my hands after.
• I tend to cry when I'm stressed or angry.
• I hate that I tend to be overdramatic, too.
• I don't remember my dreams most of the time - if I even have them - yet I'm part of a dream blog. Hopefully I'll have something to post this year.
• I'm a cheap drunk and mildly proud of that.
• Whenever I have somewhere to be, I'm always early. I have to force myself to be on time.
• I still have days when I'm late, though. It's usually because I became engrossed in something utterly meaningless and embarrassing.
  
• I'm the only person in my family whose handwriting sucks.
• I love cars ... especially if I get to drive them fast.
• Deep down, I still want to go back to school and become a lab rat running tests at a hospital.
• My pizza is almost done, so I'm going to stop and go eat.

MORE!

• I think most people in high school and college thought I was shy, but I was really too vain to wear my glasses. I couldn't see faces clearly enough to recognize them.
• Even now that I have contacts, I still tend to walk with my head down.
• I once got free coffee because the barista thought I looked like I had been having a bad day. I wasn't, I just tend to look mad.
• I was bitten by a copperhead because I picked it up.
• The ending to that story sucks because there was no venom in the bite.
• When I was younger, I had an extensive stamp collection. I wonder if any of it is remotely valuable.
• I don't have a favorite song.
• When I was little, I wore a dress every single day.
• If I couldn't, I wore a tutu.
• Now I almost never wear dresses.
• I once had an argument with my dad about what direction to turn the twist tie that closes the loaf of bread. He said counterclockwise. I said I shouldn't be yelled at for how I turn a twist tie.
• He said years later that I was the one yelling about how to twist the damn thing.
• I made that comment about pizza and now I haven't had pizza in a couple weeks.
• I miss Texas.
• I don't plan to move back for a while, though.
• Several times in my life I've been told I look like someone's cousin Rachel or someone they knew named Rachel. One person even insisted I was some runaway from their hometown.
• Whoever this Rachel chick is ... I sorta hope I'm the evil twin.
• I tend to be fearless only when other people are scared.
  
• I'm afraid to wear flip flops in public not because I don't like feet but because I'm afraid that one day I wear them will turn out to be the one day I need to run for my life.
  

Thanks for reading.


*In some ways, this is a disclaimer to the people who know me in real life. Ha!