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25 Facts Meme
Jan. 30th, 2009 10:42 am
In no particular order, here are twenty five facts about me! I came up with them all by myself, so I am celebrating with the George icon. BRAVO!
25; I didn't have a real nickname until I was nineteen. Almost two decades without a ridiculous nickname, and then I got saddled with one. Lousy frickin' frackin'... *mutters*
24; I'm addicted to the internet. It's where my permanent address should be located at. They tell me that's not quite possible yet. ("You can't live in an IP address, where would you put your bed?")
23; My cat is named McLovin' and he is probably Satan. I mean, I guess I'm not sure, but until I can come up with a blood analysis test to prove it, we'll have to stick with 'probably'.
22; I can touch my nose with my tongue. Don't make me prove it.
21; I love bats. Bats are awesome. I want to befriend the bats and lived in their colonies. But I don't want to have to eat bugs, so maybe I'll study them instead. Echolocation is fascinating (and I want to find out how they taught the bears to do use it).
2o; When I was younger, all I wanted to be was a part time librarian slash part time ballerina. Think about it. Would it not have been the best job ever? And think of the awesome dress code!
19; For a while there, I wanted to legally change my name to Truly Scrumptious. Forty points if you can tell me where I plagiarized that from.
18; First song to ever make me cry while listening to it: Javert's Suicide, from Les Miserables. I still always
17; Clearly, I have made some bad decisions.
16; I can make bread from scratch. And it's damn good. But I don't, because I don't like the hard manual labour of creation. I'd rather nap. And we don't have the counter space.
15; I like gluing stuff to other stuff as part of a regimented daily intake schedule of being destructive in little ways.
14; Alignment: Chaotic good. Or, if you'd prefer: chaotic AWESOME.
13; I work in an inbound call centre. I talk for a living. A meager living, mind, but still a living.
12; Sharks terrify me. Even though I'm almost a jillion miles from an ocean. I live in an almost constant, numbing fear. Yes, I know it's irrational, but that doesn't make it less scary.
... Stop laughing.
11; They say I have a problem with time. Specifically, I keep track of it in an almost obsessive compulsive sort of way. I'm sorry if that weirds anyone out.
1o; I want to own wolfhounds one day.
o9; Competition annoys me. Yes, I know that's a horrible evolutionary standpoint.
o8; I mentioned my alignment somewhere up there, so let me tell you a little about that. Yes, I game. Tabletop, pencil and paper game. Dungeons and Dragons specifically. But not in the creepy way. I play maybe twice a month, and I'm one of the lucky ones who realizes it's only a game and that I probably shouldn't sacrifice the cat (though if he eats my headphones one more time, he might be paper shredder bait anyways. Damn you McLovin').
o7; I currently waste part of my life reading eight different webcomics every week. EIGHT. I don't think I could stop if I tried.
o6; I write letters. A lot. But I rarely send them. Chances are, if we've met, there's a letter with your name on it somewhere. It's ever so cathartic.
o5; I don't have a plan for my life. I have come to realize this recently. I have no idea where I want to end up, or even how I plan to get there. I know I want each day to teach me something. I want to laugh every day and I want to go to sleep every night (or morning) knowing that I squeezed enough out of that day to make it count. Maybe I want to share that with someone, maybe I don't. Maybe I want to be rich, or maybe I don't. Maybe I'll travel, maybe I'll find a place to settle and never leave. All I know for sure is I need a little adventure and a dash of awe in every day and I'm going to write about it in my journal.
o4; I'm afraid of: zombies (if only for their superior numbers), sustaining major head trauma, cutting my fingers, sharks, thermonuclear winter, communist occupation (they'd make me be a farmer, har har, get it?), not heights but more specifically landing after falling from somewhere high up, losing my sight. I could probably list about 4oo more things here. I started to have a little Hannelore moment while typing this.
o3; Slightly connected to the above: I don't do horror movies. At all. It's unattractive how I scream too much. And sometimes flail. I have a wildly overactive imagination.
o2; Favourite food is a toss up between pancakes and stir fry.
o1; I need a nap after coming up with all these.
25; I didn't have a real nickname until I was nineteen. Almost two decades without a ridiculous nickname, and then I got saddled with one. Lousy frickin' frackin'... *mutters*
24; I'm addicted to the internet. It's where my permanent address should be located at. They tell me that's not quite possible yet. ("You can't live in an IP address, where would you put your bed?")
23; My cat is named McLovin' and he is probably Satan. I mean, I guess I'm not sure, but until I can come up with a blood analysis test to prove it, we'll have to stick with 'probably'.
22; I can touch my nose with my tongue. Don't make me prove it.
21; I love bats. Bats are awesome. I want to befriend the bats and lived in their colonies. But I don't want to have to eat bugs, so maybe I'll study them instead. Echolocation is fascinating (and I want to find out how they taught the bears to do use it).
2o; When I was younger, all I wanted to be was a part time librarian slash part time ballerina. Think about it. Would it not have been the best job ever? And think of the awesome dress code!
19; For a while there, I wanted to legally change my name to Truly Scrumptious. Forty points if you can tell me where I plagiarized that from.
18; First song to ever make me cry while listening to it: Javert's Suicide, from Les Miserables. I still always
17; Clearly, I have made some bad decisions.
16; I can make bread from scratch. And it's damn good. But I don't, because I don't like the hard manual labour of creation. I'd rather nap. And we don't have the counter space.
15; I like gluing stuff to other stuff as part of a regimented daily intake schedule of being destructive in little ways.
14; Alignment: Chaotic good. Or, if you'd prefer: chaotic AWESOME.
13; I work in an inbound call centre. I talk for a living. A meager living, mind, but still a living.
12; Sharks terrify me. Even though I'm almost a jillion miles from an ocean. I live in an almost constant, numbing fear. Yes, I know it's irrational, but that doesn't make it less scary.
... Stop laughing.
11; They say I have a problem with time. Specifically, I keep track of it in an almost obsessive compulsive sort of way. I'm sorry if that weirds anyone out.
1o; I want to own wolfhounds one day.
o9; Competition annoys me. Yes, I know that's a horrible evolutionary standpoint.
o8; I mentioned my alignment somewhere up there, so let me tell you a little about that. Yes, I game. Tabletop, pencil and paper game. Dungeons and Dragons specifically. But not in the creepy way. I play maybe twice a month, and I'm one of the lucky ones who realizes it's only a game and that I probably shouldn't sacrifice the cat (though if he eats my headphones one more time, he might be paper shredder bait anyways. Damn you McLovin').
o7; I currently waste part of my life reading eight different webcomics every week. EIGHT. I don't think I could stop if I tried.
o6; I write letters. A lot. But I rarely send them. Chances are, if we've met, there's a letter with your name on it somewhere. It's ever so cathartic.
o5; I don't have a plan for my life. I have come to realize this recently. I have no idea where I want to end up, or even how I plan to get there. I know I want each day to teach me something. I want to laugh every day and I want to go to sleep every night (or morning) knowing that I squeezed enough out of that day to make it count. Maybe I want to share that with someone, maybe I don't. Maybe I want to be rich, or maybe I don't. Maybe I'll travel, maybe I'll find a place to settle and never leave. All I know for sure is I need a little adventure and a dash of awe in every day and I'm going to write about it in my journal.
o4; I'm afraid of: zombies (if only for their superior numbers), sustaining major head trauma, cutting my fingers, sharks, thermonuclear winter, communist occupation (they'd make me be a farmer, har har, get it?), not heights but more specifically landing after falling from somewhere high up, losing my sight. I could probably list about 4oo more things here. I started to have a little Hannelore moment while typing this.
o3; Slightly connected to the above: I don't do horror movies. At all. It's unattractive how I scream too much. And sometimes flail. I have a wildly overactive imagination.
o2; Favourite food is a toss up between pancakes and stir fry.
o1; I need a nap after coming up with all these.