oh bollocks.
Curse you, Robin!
RULES: Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird habits/things/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you need to choose 5 people to be tagged and list their names. No tag backs.
So, I tag you, you, you, you, and you. Yeah, you know who you are. This is my stern face - DO EET. Now I go to catch up on comments, because I am horrible.
RULES: Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird habits/things/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you need to choose 5 people to be tagged and list their names. No tag backs.
- I like things best when they're messy - rooms, people, paintings, you name it. When the place that I'm in is too organized or pristine, I can't stand it, it drives me insane. Hotel rooms are like that the first few hours I'm there, but then my suitcase explodes as soon as I open it and fixes the problem.
- When I was little, I was so thrifty about money I'd wear my Vans until there were holes in the toes before I would let my mom buy me a new pair, and I'd save every cent I got for allowance in a little yellow easter egg - you know, the kind that opens for candy to go inside. Still have money in my egg.
- Almost every single man/boy I've ever had a thing for has turned out to be gay, pretty much without exception. Kindergarden, I liked this boy named Bobby - he lived down the block from me and sat next to me during snack time, and he showed me how to open my first ever milk carton. We were pretty much inseperable, and then he flew up a grade for being too smart and I found out about ten years later that he was gay and starting Juliard in the fall. First grade through third grade was Nick. Gay. Fourth grade, Erik. Gay. Blah, blah, all the way up to eleventh grade - Brandon. Found him making out in the hallway with his boyfriend. This? This is why I am so sure Jared and Jensen are getting it on. Because I like them.
- The most randomly sensitive part of my body is the skin right below my hairline from ear to ear. And also my scalp, what the hell. After a year of living together, Debbie could seriously tap four or five times along the back of my neck and have me turn into a puddle of mumbling goo.
- As Kate found out yesterday, I love astrology, palmistry, the runes, all of that stuff. Except for the tarot cards. The tarot and I have a very rocky relationship, wherein no matter who shuffles the deck or how many times I flip it over, as soon as I deal them, they are all reverse. Every time! This is me throwing my hands up at the tarot.
- I still have trouble acting normal around people I like (who aren't already good friends). Either I subscribe to the pigtail pulling school of I'll make you pay attention to me, or the pretending to hate you so I can have a reson to talk to you all the time school of I'll make you pay attention to me. Probably not awesome.
- I am secretly horrified at every single thing that comes out of my mouth. I am in awe of how socially constipated I can be, and I constantly seem to find new ways to make myself look like an idiot. It's like a gift or something.
- For those of you who have seen my hair in its natural state (cough debbie and cid cough), you will understand when I say: I am like Hermione. Frizz comes easily to me. I am often like a huge puff ball of thick brown hair, and that thing that happens in Princess Diaries with the brush snapping? Used to happen when I was younger and out in the wind for longer than five minutes.
- I am one of those fine people in possession of a completely horrible memory. It's possible I'm the reason the saying "I'd forget my own head if it weren't screwed on" came to be. Except when it comes to music, because then I can listen to a song I like twice through and know it line for line pretty much forever. Freaks my dad the hell out. He likes to put on random CDs and quiz me to see how many seconds it takes me to recognize a song and name the title and artist. He's weird.
- It's hard for me to find naked man-butt attractive. I know, that's really weird, but I think it's probably because so few of them are really round without their layers of boxer-jean on. Which is sad. I like round butts and I cannot lie.
So, I tag you, you, you, you, and you. Yeah, you know who you are. This is my stern face - DO EET. Now I go to catch up on comments, because I am horrible.
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I'm Inpervious to everything.
P.s. you = CRAZY
That is all :D
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I made it. I just used a brush. i don't know what it says.
It's just tiny text but if you can figure it out i'll make you an ICON
ROFL :D
That's a prize right?
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hef ate lisa
boom the world
if u can see this
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Let me check with the judges
ROFL
ROFL
OMG! i love you soo much.
So, you want an icon?
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*strokes the back of your neck*
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Anyway, I just bought this book at Borders for $5 ($5!) called Personology, which divides astrology up into 48 smaller, more specific periods rather than the typical 12 zodiac signs (3 per zodiac sign, plus the twelve cusps). I did my own reading right when I bought it, and it's kind of freakishly accurate. It's soooo fun.
And I totally understand about feelings of social inadequacy. And I get the frizz too (I find I can tame it with mass quantities of the green bottle of Sunsilk). Getting to know you is so fun!
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um. [/geek]
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Also, your icon fills me with major GLEE. Just EEEE!
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Yeah, off the top of my head, I can't remember a damn thing I did yesterday.
It's hard for me to find naked man-butt attractive.
Naked woman-butt is much more appeasing. Less hairy.
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4. I'll keep that in mind.
6. You are so cute. And you are also 11.
7. ahahaha, oh baby.
9. Your dad is my hero.
10. mmm butts. round?! o.0
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