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a. list seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself
b. tag seven people to do the same
c. do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it"
Trying to make time for this, although I confuse myself so much that I don't know what habits or quirks I have. Sad, really.
1. I chew when I'm stressed. Usually, it's on my fingernails, but if I run out of fingernails, I go to my cuticles, and if my cuticles vanish too quickly, I go to my knuckles. When my knuckles start to get raw, I realize that my nails have grown back to a bitable length and start the whole cycle over again. Sometimes I put nail polish on my fingernails to distract me with shiny, but the longest that has ever worked was a month. It's terrible, and I've been trying to break myself of it for years.
2. I'm extraordinarily honest about my fannish activities, and that I enjoy slash. Co-workers know that I ship House/Wilson and that I watch Supernatural because of Jensen Ackles. I, in no way, could probably be considered normal in the way of the rest of the crowd. It doesn't bother me—it just gives me more places where I can squee. Even if some of my family thinks my beliefs are immoral, it's my life, and I'll ship what I want. :D
3. I really have no motivation for anything. I'll make myself lists and tell myself that things need to be done today, but if I can get onto the computer, I'll read fic for hours and hours and then wonder where the time went. Or, if I can't get to the computer, I'll think that it's the perfect time to finish that book I started last year, or that it's been a while since I saw A Chorus Line. And then someone (ie my father) will ask, 'did you get this done?' and I say, "No. I got distracted.' And promise to do better the next day, next week, next month. This is how I stayed at Satterfield's for almost five years.
4. I get sick easily. I mean, all the time. Four months ago, it was my stomach getting upset every day. Before that, it was eating French fries and drinking hot chocolate at Denny's that never failed to make me throw up. I'm currently on my third attack of bronchitis in as many months. I've gone to the doctor more in the last four months than I have since the summer when I turned thirteen. It's driving me nuts.
5. I have three phobias. Clowns, heights, and zombies. I can't even stand on a chair without having a slight panic attack. And as for zombies, well, that would be a lot easier to handle if my father and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nonewwitticsms stopped teasing me about it. Strangely, I'm pretty good at Resident Evil, but I think that's mostly because I can get a hold of the Colt Magnum and blow their heads off with one shot.
6. No matter how uncomfortable my cats make me, if they're purring, I find it difficult to move them or do anything to them really, other than listen to the purr and melt into a puddle of love for my animals. For example, Luna decided she wanted to lay on my neck last night, which was really freaking uncomfortable, but every time I touched her to move her out of my way, she would start purring, and I just couldn't resist listening. I'm pathetic.
7. I am not interesting. I know, that's such a shocking development! But I'm really not. All of my philosophy is locked up in my head, and all my stories are dripping really slowly from my fingers. I don't really do meta, I don't really do thoughtfulness anymore (although really, I've always had a hard time figuring out the difference between thoughtfulness and emo-ness.) I don't do anything crafty-wise like knit or crochet—I don't do anything. Except watch an occasional movie, play a video game, read, go to work, go to sleep, and squee. It's sad that my activities can be summed up in six tasks.
As for tagging people… since I'm forced by the rules (regardless of whatnonewwitticisms says)—I guess… allslashedout, isagel, ladyvader, lenainverse, mefie_toi, scheherezhad, suaine.
b. tag seven people to do the same
c. do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it"
Trying to make time for this, although I confuse myself so much that I don't know what habits or quirks I have. Sad, really.
1. I chew when I'm stressed. Usually, it's on my fingernails, but if I run out of fingernails, I go to my cuticles, and if my cuticles vanish too quickly, I go to my knuckles. When my knuckles start to get raw, I realize that my nails have grown back to a bitable length and start the whole cycle over again. Sometimes I put nail polish on my fingernails to distract me with shiny, but the longest that has ever worked was a month. It's terrible, and I've been trying to break myself of it for years.
2. I'm extraordinarily honest about my fannish activities, and that I enjoy slash. Co-workers know that I ship House/Wilson and that I watch Supernatural because of Jensen Ackles. I, in no way, could probably be considered normal in the way of the rest of the crowd. It doesn't bother me—it just gives me more places where I can squee. Even if some of my family thinks my beliefs are immoral, it's my life, and I'll ship what I want. :D
3. I really have no motivation for anything. I'll make myself lists and tell myself that things need to be done today, but if I can get onto the computer, I'll read fic for hours and hours and then wonder where the time went. Or, if I can't get to the computer, I'll think that it's the perfect time to finish that book I started last year, or that it's been a while since I saw A Chorus Line. And then someone (ie my father) will ask, 'did you get this done?' and I say, "No. I got distracted.' And promise to do better the next day, next week, next month. This is how I stayed at Satterfield's for almost five years.
4. I get sick easily. I mean, all the time. Four months ago, it was my stomach getting upset every day. Before that, it was eating French fries and drinking hot chocolate at Denny's that never failed to make me throw up. I'm currently on my third attack of bronchitis in as many months. I've gone to the doctor more in the last four months than I have since the summer when I turned thirteen. It's driving me nuts.
5. I have three phobias. Clowns, heights, and zombies. I can't even stand on a chair without having a slight panic attack. And as for zombies, well, that would be a lot easier to handle if my father and
nonewwitticsms stopped teasing me about it. Strangely, I'm pretty good at Resident Evil, but I think that's mostly because I can get a hold of the Colt Magnum and blow their heads off with one shot.6. No matter how uncomfortable my cats make me, if they're purring, I find it difficult to move them or do anything to them really, other than listen to the purr and melt into a puddle of love for my animals. For example, Luna decided she wanted to lay on my neck last night, which was really freaking uncomfortable, but every time I touched her to move her out of my way, she would start purring, and I just couldn't resist listening. I'm pathetic.
7. I am not interesting. I know, that's such a shocking development! But I'm really not. All of my philosophy is locked up in my head, and all my stories are dripping really slowly from my fingers. I don't really do meta, I don't really do thoughtfulness anymore (although really, I've always had a hard time figuring out the difference between thoughtfulness and emo-ness.) I don't do anything crafty-wise like knit or crochet—I don't do anything. Except watch an occasional movie, play a video game, read, go to work, go to sleep, and squee. It's sad that my activities can be summed up in six tasks.
As for tagging people… since I'm forced by the rules (regardless of what
nonewwitticisms says)—I guess… allslashedout, isagel, ladyvader, lenainverse, mefie_toi, scheherezhad, suaine.