Rachel (aka. @helsinkiwinner) from the blog A Little Piece of (My) Mind tagged me to spill my guts about myself. What a perfect place to do such a thing.
There are rules, which everyone knows, 1. You don’t talk about Fight Club. 2. You DO NOT talk about – wait….wrong rules.
Okay, here they are:
- Link the person who tagged you
- Mention the rules on your blog
- Tell about six (6) unspectacular quirks you possess
- Tag six (6) following bloggers by linking them (ah…the ol’ pyramid scheme!!!)
- Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know that they have been tagged
ONE. I’m a scardy cat. Yes, I’m afraid of the dark. I actually get startled by my windshield wipers. Any movie I watch my muscles are always tense and I jump at everything (even Toy Story). Don’t sneak up behind me because I like to employ the use of self-defense tactics and I once made a kid in high school piss blood for a week cuz I punched him in the gut after he try to startle me (okay, the pissing blood part may not be true, but I punched him hard).
TWO. I am very good at grammar and I wish I was better. I know when to use semi-colons, the colon or the dash, and one of my favourite books is Eats, Shoots and Leaves. I also have a mini-war with the 407 regarding one of their signs. BUT….I’m not good enough to explain why things should be the way they are. What the heck is a subjunctive clause? Superlatives? Splices? Nope, I live in the world of common sense. Unfortunately, that means that I can’t point out most grammar I know is bad (which, in the end, is probably why I still have friends.)
THREE. I am loud and hate it when people make me feel self-conscious about it. The self-conscious thing doesn’t happen often but when it does I usually get louder. I can’t help it people; I grew up in a European household where everything sounds like we’re yelling. How else are you going to be heard when 10 other people are talking?
FOUR. I carry sentimental value towards VERY few things. I tend to throw things out quite easily. I suppose you could consider me the opposite of a pack rat. Sometimes I throw things out that start to gain sentimental value to prove to myself that I don’t care about it. I don’t know why I do it but if I had to wager a guess I would say that the memory of my house getting robbed probably has something to do with it. I was about 9 when we came home from my gymnastics class to find my parent’s valuables gone. Not the TV or the replaceable stuff, but the gold and jewels. I distinctly remember my mom crying because they stole the necklace that her mom (who lived in Greece) gave her for her engagement. I remember her sobbing, “I didn’t want to wear it out because it was too nice.” I didn’t fully understand it then but I felt deep down that I I never wanted any thing to have that kind of power over me.
I also remember being afraid to eat the fruit because I thought the burglars poisoned it.
FIVE. I change my hair a lot. Like, almost every 6 months. i actually want to start a flickr album for it to show the change in my hairstyles over the year. My mom is a hairstylist (and a damn fine one too)…..so what girl wouldn’t take advantage of that?!
SIX. I can finish Super Mario Bros (for original Nintendo) in 6 minutes and 53 seconds. And yes, I’m bragging.
Alright, here are the six people I’m about to annoy (or make feel really special)
