Ash tagged me to write 8 weird things about myself, so I'm going to do my best for ya'll. I'm pretty much an open book (and I think I did this some already? maybe?) so I'm not sure what's weird that you don't already know. Some of this may be repeats, but I'm not sure.
1. I don't really like salad dressing. In fact, before I discovered vinaigrette, I would eat my salad "dry." Now I'll splash a little on just for fun, but it really must be used sparingly. Also good in lieu of salad dressing is mustard. For serious.
2. Speaking of mustard, have you ever had it on pizza? I know. I know what you're thinking - I once thought it, too. Then I tried it in Brazil where the people are cuckoo for pizza, and it's really delicious. Try it, just once. You might be surprised.
3. I don't like to kill things, even bugs in the house. It used to be out of fear, now I just feel super guilty. If at all possible I will rescue the thing and put it outside. If it's something super disgusting, like a roach or a giant spider, I'll kill it "non-violently" - with bug spray - rather than stomp on it or otherwise smush it. I just really can't stomach the smushing: A) it's gross - the guts, the crunch, ew i'm getting shivers just thinking about it, B) it feels so mean.
4. I cannot leave the house without one of my liter water bottles (filled with water). Doing so is immediate cause for a panic attack and I will find the nearest convenience store to purchase water. This applies whether I'm leaving the house to go to a restaurant where upon arrival I will likely be served water or whether I'm going on a long road-trip. I may never actually drink out of the water bottle (probably I will), but having it I feel much more secure.
5. I don't like shoes. Don't get me wrong, I've got just as many or more shoes as the next girl, but if the world were a clean field of daisies, I would never, ever wear shoes. My feet like to be free.
6. Ok, one caveat to "my feet like to be free." I must, must, must go to sleep with my socks on. Usually within 20 mins the socks come off, but if they aren't on when I get under the covers for the first time, I literally cannot go to sleep. If I'm missing socks, there's a good chance you can find them at the end of my bed (where I am confident the sock monster then promptly steals them, though).
7. I'm hyper-sensitive to caffeine. If I drink it after 4pm, I will not be able to sleep. When I do drink it, it's like a happy pill - I have boundless energy, my mood immediate lifts, and I am bouncing off the walls. Most days I don't drink it, but it served me well through finals and probably through Bar study, and I'm really hoping I don't develop an addiction.
8. Hmmm...what else that is G-rated? I like ice cream better in the winter than the summer. When it's freezing and snowy outside, that's when I crave ice cream. When it's warm, sometimes, but it kind of makes me feel sick afterward because it's milk and I'm warm and...ew.
Now I'm supposed to tag someone, but I think all the bloggers that read this site have been tagged by Ash. So I tag the readers - put your weirdness in the comments, even if it's not 8!
5 comments:
so i started this for you!
Sweet! Uh, "how long is this gonna last?" ;)
I can't think of 8 weird things, i did want to share something about the socks though.
My house mate at uni also has this need to wear his socks to bed. I found out after he gave up his bed for our drunken friend who had spewed spaghetti all over our patio. My other housemate had given up her room to her boyfriend who had spewed up his stomach so much it looked like he'd been cut open. All 3 of us were laughing about the day's events when my friend promptly got up and put his socks on. We were all a little dismayed (i don't know why) and told him to take them off; mostly because we were bemused by the fact he was so resistant. He did take them off, but when we awoke the next morning we saw he had put them back on...
there were many times while writing this comment that i told myself i should stop but somehow the fingers kept typing. sorry.
My dad likes mustard on broccoli, a habit he developed when he was on a very strange diet that required him to eat beets and cantaloupe all the time.
I am with you on #3. I'll try to let bugs outside or sometimes I'll just ignore them and pretend that they aren't there. I felt a little guilty when I was at my mom's house because there was a (small) spider living in the bathroom for days and I couldn't bring myself to kill it. I just kept pretending that I didn't see it and justified it by reasoning that spiders eat other bugs so my mom would want it there. :)
I, however, cannot use bug spray because I am afraid the bugs will suffer (yes, I know, I am ridiculous). So if I do have to kill something, I usually give it one good thwack in hopes that it will die as quickly as possible. (I cannot, however, do this to roaches, which absolutely make my skin cringe. There is nothing more disgusting than a smooshed roach.)
Oh, and I also cannot leave home without my water bottle. It's like the equivalent of leaving home without my cell phone.
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