There is a poster of van Gogh's "Vase With
Irises" above my bed.
I hate listening to the radio.
I am deathly afraid of stoves, especially
boiling water in an open pot.
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My philosophy of life (live long, prosper, and
never eat any rotten tomatoes) is something my crazy aunt told me when I was
eleven.
I have e e cummings poems all over the back of
my bedroom door (and this one next to my
bed).
I've kept a journal (and known what I was
doing) since I was ten.
I firmly believe that all living beings of the
feline race are clinically insane.
I adore them for this reason.
I am the Queen of Unregistered Shareware. I
claim to know how to get around any registration block. Of course, so can
many people. But I pride myself on the fact that at last count, I was at day
400 of my 30-day PSP trial period. It's going on my college resume, dammit.
One day in lunch last year, I got so fed up
with the ditz I sat with telling me to stop talking because there was a cute
guy behind us in the lunch line, I started singing "The Farmer in the
Dell" just to make us look stupid and get her mad.
It worked.
On both counts.
I believe that humans should be permanently
banished from Sesame Street, and that they should just let the Muppets take
over. Especially Grover.
I tend to say three times as many words as I
need to. (e.g. Early this school year, I was describing to somebody where a
friend sat in relation to me in a particular class. The word "diagonal"
did not come to me, and I said, "back left crossways sorta type thing.")
Personally, I find this really funny.
I get really, really, really weird at night.
(It's not like a werewolf sorta thing, but I just get really wacky.)
I'm only 5'3". And that's the optimist in
me. (I'm like George on Seinfeld. "Fiveeightfiveseven!")
I never take off my black Timex sports watch; I
live by it (it has the day, the time, the date...).
I occasionally will get in a silly mood where I
talk in a variety of accents within a single sentence.
I love to wave at people.
So does my Latin teacher. We have this uncanny
way of unintentionally synchronizing our waves.
My friend Heather once challenged me to attempt
an entire day without waving.
I declined.
I have a keychain on my backpack that says, "I
do what the voices inside my head tell me to," and one that says, "I'm
not weird, I'm gifted."
I also used to have a button that says, "ROCK
IS DEAD. Long live paper and scissors."
I have learned my lesson. (i.e., do not buy
buttons from Claire's Boutique, for they fall off before you have had them
on 24 hours, as this one did and 2 others before it.)
I always wear my nightshirts inside out (when I'm at
home.)
I like the word "spiffy" as of late.
Does it show?
Ponder
the unexpected. POOF!
Go on, tell me how
weird I am.