tagged me to do this. So naturally my brain decided that it would be a more productive use of its time to write answers to this meme than to finish the article I owe her. My brain hates me.1. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
2. Tag seven people to do the same.
3. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag whoever wants to do it.
I want to lose weight not because I will be healthier but because it will let me wear my big baggy clothes again. Baggy clothes always make you look heavier, and when you’re skinny that’s OK, but when you’re already big, it just makes you look even fatter. But I miss the days of wearing men’s sweatshirts with nice long sleeves that came down over my hands. Which reminds me…
I feel so much more comfortable with my sleeves over my hands. I tend to talk with my hands anyway, and I anchor the edges of the sleeves over my little finger and thumb, and I feel so much better as I wave my hands around with just my fingertips visible.
I pick up general knowledge like a sponge—on pretty much any subject, I’m a mile wide and an inch deep. But at any given time, I always have an obsession with one thing. And by obsession, I mean I eat, breathe and sleep it. Sooner or later, something always happens that breaks it off…you know, like a DAMN COMA BABY or something…and then I’m sad and listless until I find another obsession.
Well…on top of my transient obsessions, I do have one constant obsession in music. I try not to listen to anything when people are around because within 10 minutes I’ll be wishing everyone would get the hell out of my damn house so I can listen to my songs in peace. I put the TV on for background noise because if I put CDs on, I would quickly cease all other activity to just sit with my eyes closed in front of the speakers.
I take forever to make decisions. I’m always worried about making the wrong one, and I have to think about things over and over and over to see if there is anything bad that I’m overlooking. It’s why it takes me 3 FULL days to write a three-page story—I write it and then I read and read and read again, looking for any way to make it better. It’s why I’m late for practically all get-togethers—I debate about whether my mood is better expressed by the blue dress or the Imperial officer t-shirt with jeans, and then I debate about whether or not the silver necklace looks good with the t-shirt. It’s why it took me two years of living in a mauve bedroom that I didn’t like before I could finally settle on a new color for the walls.
When I play euchre, I like to gather the tricks that my partner and I take, and I have an extremely particular way of scooping up the cards in a swirly motion, tapping them on first the wide side and then the narrow one to align them, and then alternating the tricks in front of me in a zigzag pattern.
I have what can only be described as a blanket fetish. I have to sleep with multiple blankets on me, even in the middle of summer, even if I don’t have air conditioning. That, combined with my continual tossing and turning, means I look like holy hell in the morning.
Uh...who can I tag that might think this is fun? Maybe auktastic
, and kisskisskiss
. Team Sylar, represent!