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To quote Haru: The theory is that nobody knows us as well as they think we do, so inform the reading public of things they probably have no idea of. Now you guys can see how utterly boring I am. XD
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1. I literally was dropped on my head as a baby. [grins] Our old home in Florida had tile floors, and according to my mother, once when I was about two, she left me in my high chair and turned her back for a moment -- only to hear this horrible CRASH, and turned to find me on the floor, blinking at her. Apparently I didn't cry, either; Mom says I must've been surprised. People, upon hearing that story, tend to tell me how they're So Very Not Surprised.
2. Also, I never crawled until after I learned to walk. I scooted around on my butt, and I crab-walked, and then one day I just got up and toddled away.
3. I can't stand lemonade or animal crackers, because when I was in daycare (from ages six to thirteen, every day after school, and Monday through Friday all day during the summer), that was ALL THEY SERVED. EVER. (Well, sometimes we got Tang and pretzels, too.) I suspect I may be getting over my dislike of lemonade -- give me a few more years -- but animal crackers make me recoil and I'd rather go hungry. XD;
4. The one time I went to the hospital after being born was when I was about four or five, and stepped in a fire ant mound. I don't really remember very much of this, only being in the car in the back seat, with my grandmother cuddling me, and staring at this gigantic dark red splotch on my ankle that hurt like crazy.
5. The only kind of fruit flavoring I like, in candies and popsicles and whatnot, are citrus flavors (lemon, orange, and lime) and lychee. Everything else, while I'll eat them and not mind it, I vastly prefer as fresh fruit. (For example, I love fresh cherries, but cherry-flavored things tend to make me gag.)
6. Despite being a big fan of cinnamon and wasabi (and hell, despite being Korean), I don't like jalapenos or most spicy food. I vastly prefer having the KICK AND GONE more than the LINGERING SLOW BURN. My father likes to make fun of me for not being heat-tolerant.
7. In light of the above -- I hate, hate, HATE the taste/smell of bell peppers. XD; I'm not sure what it is, but just smelling them makes me queasy, and the taste is like the smell to the fifth degree. Which means I can't ever become a vegetarian, because bell peppers are such a common vegetable/ingredient, and just -- yuck. Yuck. XD;;;
8. Everyone I've ever met thinks I look Chinese. If they ask, and I tell them I'm Korean, THEN they say "oh, yeah, you do look it" -- but never before. Even other Asians think I'm Chinese. :D;
9. I have never ever had a pet -- not even a fish or anything -- and desperately wish I could have one. :D;;; Unfortunately, I'm allergic to cats and my mom is allergic to most, if not all fur, and my dad doesn't like animals. XD; The obvious solution seems to be get my own place and then get myself a puppy. I'm quite looking forward to this.
10. Please never trust me with belts, tinsel, or anything really long and flexible. I have almost strangled myself twice, all completely on accident. (On the other hand, last year I got all the garlands untangled, though I ended up laying the stuff out in the complete U-shape of our cluster, and all the way out into the hallway. GO ME.)
11. Other than anime, the only things I really watch are Food Network and Discovery Channel. I have this immense fondness for shows that deal with a) various specialty foods for areas ("Food Finds" and shows like it are my favorites, because I like seeing what foods are indigenous to an area) and b) true crime/criminal forensics. Most of the books I've read over the past year are related to criminal forensics/psychology.
12. I'm easily scared, but I like horror/ghost stories, anyway. "True" ghost stories, mythological ghost stories, and horror survival games (at least, the ones I've seen) are some of my favorite sorts of stories -- but hack-and-slash gore fests and horror films like the Halloween series or the Nightmare on Elm Street ones? Ick, no. I'm more disturbed by blood and dying people than I am creepy exposition and evil demons rising up for vengence. XD
13. My dad doesn't like to eat poultry of any sort. He claims this is because they have wings and feathers and therefore must be angels -- but I've seen him eat chicken (once!) without batting an eyelash. He's just picky, and makes an excuse of it.
14. The song my parents sang to me most, when I was younger, was "Scarborough Fair." It still remains one of my favorite nostalgia tunes, and I now have about four versions of it and would not mind at all about getting more.
15. I spent my first birthday in Korea. We have a picture of me from the celebration, and I'm going "o_____o" at the camera, sitting next to an orange teddy bear that's bigger than I am. ... I wonder whatever happened to it. (The downside to Mom going back and, according to her, bragging about me, is that my family on her side now has these enormously high expectations of me, and are all >____> that I didn't get into Harvard. :D;;;)
16. Despite the fact that I have only recently started playing any video games -- i.e., I started playing Disgaea about two weeks ago -- I know more about a lot of games than some of my gamer fans. XD It's because I hang out with so many different groups of gamers, I think, and thus I hear about all these different games, and I just pick stuff up.
17. In light of that, the first year I ever went to an anime convention (A-Kon, three years ago), we swung by the Kon Suite to get snacks. There was a Sailormoon fanclub meeting, and they were having a trivia contest. Despite having not seen those episodes, I still got the answers right, even ones that club members were missing (much to the amusement of my friends, who said I should speak up and see if I could get a prize, but I was hungry and ignored them).
18. The one day I played hooky from school, I had permission from my parents, and bargained doing a year's worth of dishes to get out of it. (Granted, it was only because that day was a sports day -- some kind of all-day sports/games thing, and as I hate sports and really really reaaaaaally didn't want to go, I manage to wheedle that deal out of my dad.)
19. Contrary to what seems to be the norm of people I know, my parents watch more TV than I do, and have seen a lot more recent movies than I have.
"Hey, have you seen [insert movie here]?"
"Nooooo?"
"Really? But I thought -- oh, wait, that was your father and me, never mind."
20. All of my friends in high school were fans of the first Matrix movie; I had people telling me I needed to see it loooong after it had come out and left the theaters. But though we OWNED the DVD, it still took me three years to watch it, and that was only when I had friends over and they wouldn't let me escape.
21. Karaoke is really, really, really fun. XD; I love singing along with stuff, but I feel so self-conscious about my singing voice I usually only sing when I'm by myself -- karaoke really being the only exception. (I've only been to the Japanese-style karaoke, with the little rooms with just your friends -- never been to an actual bar, where you sing in front of strangers, eeeek.) And also, I have the most bizarre memory for lyrics -- it'll take me WEEKS and I'll still forget my chemistry principles, but let me listen to a song three times, and I've got it practically memorized. _o_
22. When I was in elementary school, one of my friends told me, very seriously, that if you ate all the blackberries that were growing in the back (there was this forested area in the back of the playground, where the teachers rarely went -- I liked going there because it was shady and cool, and yanno, TEXAS SUMMERS), they'd never ever grow back. I believed him at the time, and my friend who believed with me still sometimes tells this story, forgetting everyone's already heard it many times before. XD
23. As a kid, the OTHER song my dad really liked to sing with/for me was "Waltzing Matilda." But he never sang the other verses, you know, where the swagman jumped into the billabong AND DROWNED. I was so shocked, years and years later, when I found the "whole" song. XD;;;; "Yay, 'Waltzing Matilda,' I remember this song! ... oh my god, he just DIED. o_o" I had similiar experiences with "Bohemian Rhaphsody," the first time I actually LISTENED to the words. XD
24. My eighteenth birthday caught me totally by surprise. XD;;; It was truly SPECIAL -- I'd arrived early, and I saw one of my friends carrying around what very obviously was a CAKE. I called hi to her, and she gives me this O____O look and runs off, and I think, huh, she must be late to class. (Because, see, she took the zero hour, and I didn't.) Also, because she was in Spanish, I thought her class was having some kind of party that day. [wry] And then, after school, I sawdevilscabanaboy hanging out where my friends and I usually met after classes -- ignoring that he usually got out of school a good three hours or so before the rest of us.
Me: "Hey, you here to pick up your girlfriend? o_o"
Him: "Something like that."
And then everyone started showing up, and I'm like wtf, don't you guys have to catch buses? AND NO, I DID NOT GET IT UNTIL THEY STARTED SINGING HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND BROUGHT OUT THE CAKE. I cried like a little girl. :D
25. I love surprises. Well, er, good surprises -- I love spontaneously getting things; it means more to me when someone just randomly says "you know what, I'm going to do something for you!" than getting something for my birthday, or for Christmas, or whatever. I also like GIVING surprises, but I'm so slow and sluggish, it's hard to maintain that. XD;;;
26. I suspect I have vouyeristic tendencies, just because I take this sadistic glee in seeing how people react to things for the first time. It's like -- if I have already seen something and know what'll happen, then the enjoyment in subsequent viewings is watching it with new people, and seeing how they take it. Wow, that sounds so messed up. XD;
27. Ego bugs me. Healthy confidence, being aware of your standing -- knowing that yes, I am a decent writer/artist/friend is one thing. It's another to be a drama queen and whine about how you are NOT APPRECIATED ENOUGH, even though you do ALL THIS STUFF, or you're SO DAMN GOOD. Even if I think you're a talented writer/artist, if you try to pin the blame on me, as a reader, for not soothing your ego, then I tend to withdraw and go "WTF, no." It's probably gotten me into trouble, and will continue to do so, but hey. It's true. XD;
28. I have cut myself with a twisty-tie before, to the point of bleeding. No, don't ask, because I'm not exactly sure how it happened, either.
29. This may or may not be true, but I know I have the memory of being very young and in the Florida house (where we had a pool), and watching my dad pull this big black snake out of the pool. It may have been distorted by memory (because Mom says we DID find dead snakes and frogs a lot), but DUDE THAT SNAKE WAS LONGER THAN I WAS TALL, COUGH COUGH.
30. While I was once better at running than I was, I usually played tag by being sneaky. XD; I'd get tagged, then promptly play bored, like I was just resting. And then, when someone would come up to taunt me, I'd smack 'em and run away as fast as my scrawny li'l legs could carry me. :D
31. My sense of direction is really, really bad. Even knowing what turns to take, I'm constantly second-guessing myself, and therefore usually end up totally lost whenever I try to navigate somewhere completely new. To date, my best record is going from downtown Austin and ending up in the Arboretum, ON THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN, thus turning what should've been a fifteen/twenty-minute drive into one that took over two hours. I was so happy as when I FINALLY recognized the street I was on and followed it home. XD;;;
32. Apparently, I'm scary when I'm hungry (and as one might be able to tell, I like the topic of food, even if I get yelled at for bad eating habits). :D At the very least, the only time I've succeeded in intimidating friends was when I was starving and wanted FOOD NOW and they were busy shopping, and I snark-snark-snarkedy-snarked. XD;
33. I have been to three concerts in my life. One was for Flogging Molly (OMG YAY DRUNK IRISH PUNK!) and the other two were concerts fork_wedge's band, The Pushpins. :D SUPPORT THEM, YO. This is in spite of living in Austin, which styles itself as the "Live Music Capital Of The World," and always going around the effects of SXSW rather than going to the venues myself.
34. Pretty much every single original character I have starts out as one of a pair, and usually having conversations in my head. And they all start out snarky -- or, as snarky as my poor sense of comedic timing allows -- and then mutate accordingly. Even the disgustingly nice ones were snarky, once upon a time. Hah!
35. As far as I can remember, people don't hit me. Even as a kid, roughhousing, I never got hit -- no, instead, they usually picked me up and SHOOK ME LIKE A BAD PUPPY, or something. I think this is part of the reason I don't like to be picked up. According to friends, I have mastered the feline technique of OMG GO DEADWEIGHT when I'm picked up. XD
36. The majority of my friends IRL, both in Austin and Seattle, are slash fangirls. [grins] I've been told this is really kind of unique, but yeah -- most of the people I hang out with on a regular basis are fans of SOMETHING, and most of them are more slashtastic than I could hope to be. XD; Even the guys are fairly tolerant of it -- hell, one of 'em's a Classics Major and finds slash where I don't, in stuff I've written, which is its own brand of specialness. XD;
37. I have seen Terry Pratchett in person. He's just as funny when he speaks as he is in writing. ♥
38. My favorite authors are Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett -- and why, yes, I HAVE read Good Omens many multiple times. XD Interestingly, the one other author I would think of to list among my favorites, just as "comfort" books, would be David Eddings -- reused plots and characters and EVERYTHING, but ... I dunno, FUN. XD I wouldn't reread any of the series the whole way through again, but -- they're the sort of books I'd pick up, page to my favorite scenes, and read those for the fun of it. XD
39. I know five guys of vaguely the same body type and coloring -- tall(er than me, at least XD;), solid, and blond. AND ALL OF THEM MAKE WOOKIE NOISES WHEN THEY YAWN, WTF. It's the bizarrest thing ever. XD
40. My favorite "sweet" flavor is chocolate oranges. XD I couldn't say why, but hell, I really like orange-flavored things, and I really like chocolate, so why wouldn't the two together make me extraordinarily happy? XD Plus, okay, it's just FUN to whack the unwrapped orange to break them into segments. X3
41. There are middle schoolers with bigger hands than I have. Damnit.
42. Despite the fact that I don't really consider myself a tomboy -- though I'm not really a girly girl by a LONG shot -- I don't like wearing skirts or dresses at all. The only nice dress I own, I didn't even mean to buy; we were Goodwill shopping, and found this gorgeous Chinese-style green dress for $13 that actually fit me really well, and I was semi-bullied into it. XD; I've yet to find ANY reason to wear it for real. XD
43. Any night where I stay up waaaaaaaay past my bedtime and end up having to sneak past my parents' room to mine isharukami's fault. REALLY, IT'S ALL HER FAULT. Because she's the bestest and most fun cowriter ever, and suddenly it's like bloodyearlyo'clock in the morning and I'M NOT IN BED YET HAHAHA. XD ... it's so much fun, but I'm so glad it's summer. XD
44. I don't like spending more than thirty dollars on any one piece of clothing. I've got friends who talk about nice, expensive new leather jackets or fancy shoes or whatever, but I always think Man, if I was given a set amount of money to spend on stuff, I wouldn't be buying CLOTHES. It drove my mom nuts -- still does -- to take me clothes-shopping and have me turn down everything, because I'd rather wear holes into what I have before getting new stuff. :D (MONEY'S WORTH, DAMNIT! MONEY'S WORTH!)
45. I don't know how to apply makeup. The last time I wore any was the last time I dressed up for trick-or-treating, which was, what, seven or eight years ago at this point. So I see my mom dolled up, or my friends will talk about the makeup they put on in the mornings or own -- I have no idea how it all works. :D;
46. I love musicals, when I'm exposed to them. XD There's something fun about music being used as dialogue, or to tell a story, or maybe I'm just a dork. :3 I used to think rap was the only kind of music I disliked -- but then, I realized, it was more R&B that grated on me -- I like more country and rap than I do R&B, which just sounds like sexed-up whining to me, and I usually just feel sleepy and annoyed after listening to it. XD;;;
47. I like to chase birds. In downtown Seattle, where the pigeons gather, I like walking up to them and seeing if they'll fly or not. Because, you know, they waddle everywhere with their necks going woo-woo-woo back and forth, and they're like doooooooooon't make me fly, dooooooon't make me flyyyyyyy, and, uh, yeah. [shamefaced] I, uh, get scolded about this a lot.
48. Though I love talking to people, and having discussions/conversations (or even, you know, Deep and Meaningful Ways You Can Say "blue-haired"), I'm painfully shy. When I talk to people, I want them to like me, and I want to be thought of as at least intelligent and interesting -- but it's really hard for me to reach out. When you get to know me on a comfortable basis, I don't think twice about shooting off and saying random/dumb/personal things, but if I sort-of know you? Or if I like/admire you and don't know you terribly well? Or if I don't know you at ALL? I just clam up and withdraw; there's a point where I go oh my god, I don't know them enough to babble and just don't say anything. [wry] Which rarely sits well with me, but hey. XD;
49. Street fairs, farmer markets, and other open-air type venues are one of my favorite places to hang out. Even though I don't like malls and prefer to avoid most shopping as much as possible, street fairs and their ilk are just so much fun -- there are people and small vendors and sometimes you get performers, the free food samples and hell, the flowers too -- it's just fun. I can rarely make myself buy anything, but I like going for the experience of walking around and seeing people and things.
50. The one thing that I fear, more than anything else -- because I'm scared of a LOT of things, but this is the only thing that makes me scream and shriek and freak out like a little girl -- is scorpions. I've actually never been stung by one, but just the LOOK of them and the FEEL of them (I have, in fact, touched them and escaped being stung -- HOW that was managed, I'm not sure, but I AM NOT COMPLAINING), which is sort of dry and papery in an unpleasant way is just ... ICK. Suffice to say, I'm so afraid of them I can't even watch specials about them on TV -- because that's worse, you see, that's like -- OH MY GOD GIGANTIC SCORPION THE SIZE OF MY HEAD ON TV! Scale issues aside, they SCARE me. So, so much, and I will cheerfully drop everything and absolutely SMASH one to itty-bitty pieces when given the opportunity. Phone books are most effective on wood floors, but if you're out in the garage with its cement floor, a shovel is distinctly satisfying.
... ick, scorpions.
harukami and calintz, because I'm sheepish like that. Moo.To quote Haru: The theory is that nobody knows us as well as they think we do, so inform the reading public of things they probably have no idea of. Now you guys can see how utterly boring I am. XD
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1. I literally was dropped on my head as a baby. [grins] Our old home in Florida had tile floors, and according to my mother, once when I was about two, she left me in my high chair and turned her back for a moment -- only to hear this horrible CRASH, and turned to find me on the floor, blinking at her. Apparently I didn't cry, either; Mom says I must've been surprised. People, upon hearing that story, tend to tell me how they're So Very Not Surprised.
2. Also, I never crawled until after I learned to walk. I scooted around on my butt, and I crab-walked, and then one day I just got up and toddled away.
3. I can't stand lemonade or animal crackers, because when I was in daycare (from ages six to thirteen, every day after school, and Monday through Friday all day during the summer), that was ALL THEY SERVED. EVER. (Well, sometimes we got Tang and pretzels, too.) I suspect I may be getting over my dislike of lemonade -- give me a few more years -- but animal crackers make me recoil and I'd rather go hungry. XD;
4. The one time I went to the hospital after being born was when I was about four or five, and stepped in a fire ant mound. I don't really remember very much of this, only being in the car in the back seat, with my grandmother cuddling me, and staring at this gigantic dark red splotch on my ankle that hurt like crazy.
5. The only kind of fruit flavoring I like, in candies and popsicles and whatnot, are citrus flavors (lemon, orange, and lime) and lychee. Everything else, while I'll eat them and not mind it, I vastly prefer as fresh fruit. (For example, I love fresh cherries, but cherry-flavored things tend to make me gag.)
6. Despite being a big fan of cinnamon and wasabi (and hell, despite being Korean), I don't like jalapenos or most spicy food. I vastly prefer having the KICK AND GONE more than the LINGERING SLOW BURN. My father likes to make fun of me for not being heat-tolerant.
7. In light of the above -- I hate, hate, HATE the taste/smell of bell peppers. XD; I'm not sure what it is, but just smelling them makes me queasy, and the taste is like the smell to the fifth degree. Which means I can't ever become a vegetarian, because bell peppers are such a common vegetable/ingredient, and just -- yuck. Yuck. XD;;;
8. Everyone I've ever met thinks I look Chinese. If they ask, and I tell them I'm Korean, THEN they say "oh, yeah, you do look it" -- but never before. Even other Asians think I'm Chinese. :D;
9. I have never ever had a pet -- not even a fish or anything -- and desperately wish I could have one. :D;;; Unfortunately, I'm allergic to cats and my mom is allergic to most, if not all fur, and my dad doesn't like animals. XD; The obvious solution seems to be get my own place and then get myself a puppy. I'm quite looking forward to this.
10. Please never trust me with belts, tinsel, or anything really long and flexible. I have almost strangled myself twice, all completely on accident. (On the other hand, last year I got all the garlands untangled, though I ended up laying the stuff out in the complete U-shape of our cluster, and all the way out into the hallway. GO ME.)
11. Other than anime, the only things I really watch are Food Network and Discovery Channel. I have this immense fondness for shows that deal with a) various specialty foods for areas ("Food Finds" and shows like it are my favorites, because I like seeing what foods are indigenous to an area) and b) true crime/criminal forensics. Most of the books I've read over the past year are related to criminal forensics/psychology.
12. I'm easily scared, but I like horror/ghost stories, anyway. "True" ghost stories, mythological ghost stories, and horror survival games (at least, the ones I've seen) are some of my favorite sorts of stories -- but hack-and-slash gore fests and horror films like the Halloween series or the Nightmare on Elm Street ones? Ick, no. I'm more disturbed by blood and dying people than I am creepy exposition and evil demons rising up for vengence. XD
13. My dad doesn't like to eat poultry of any sort. He claims this is because they have wings and feathers and therefore must be angels -- but I've seen him eat chicken (once!) without batting an eyelash. He's just picky, and makes an excuse of it.
14. The song my parents sang to me most, when I was younger, was "Scarborough Fair." It still remains one of my favorite nostalgia tunes, and I now have about four versions of it and would not mind at all about getting more.
15. I spent my first birthday in Korea. We have a picture of me from the celebration, and I'm going "o_____o" at the camera, sitting next to an orange teddy bear that's bigger than I am. ... I wonder whatever happened to it. (The downside to Mom going back and, according to her, bragging about me, is that my family on her side now has these enormously high expectations of me, and are all >____> that I didn't get into Harvard. :D;;;)
16. Despite the fact that I have only recently started playing any video games -- i.e., I started playing Disgaea about two weeks ago -- I know more about a lot of games than some of my gamer fans. XD It's because I hang out with so many different groups of gamers, I think, and thus I hear about all these different games, and I just pick stuff up.
17. In light of that, the first year I ever went to an anime convention (A-Kon, three years ago), we swung by the Kon Suite to get snacks. There was a Sailormoon fanclub meeting, and they were having a trivia contest. Despite having not seen those episodes, I still got the answers right, even ones that club members were missing (much to the amusement of my friends, who said I should speak up and see if I could get a prize, but I was hungry and ignored them).
18. The one day I played hooky from school, I had permission from my parents, and bargained doing a year's worth of dishes to get out of it. (Granted, it was only because that day was a sports day -- some kind of all-day sports/games thing, and as I hate sports and really really reaaaaaally didn't want to go, I manage to wheedle that deal out of my dad.)
19. Contrary to what seems to be the norm of people I know, my parents watch more TV than I do, and have seen a lot more recent movies than I have.
"Hey, have you seen [insert movie here]?"
"Nooooo?"
"Really? But I thought -- oh, wait, that was your father and me, never mind."
20. All of my friends in high school were fans of the first Matrix movie; I had people telling me I needed to see it loooong after it had come out and left the theaters. But though we OWNED the DVD, it still took me three years to watch it, and that was only when I had friends over and they wouldn't let me escape.
21. Karaoke is really, really, really fun. XD; I love singing along with stuff, but I feel so self-conscious about my singing voice I usually only sing when I'm by myself -- karaoke really being the only exception. (I've only been to the Japanese-style karaoke, with the little rooms with just your friends -- never been to an actual bar, where you sing in front of strangers, eeeek.) And also, I have the most bizarre memory for lyrics -- it'll take me WEEKS and I'll still forget my chemistry principles, but let me listen to a song three times, and I've got it practically memorized. _o_
22. When I was in elementary school, one of my friends told me, very seriously, that if you ate all the blackberries that were growing in the back (there was this forested area in the back of the playground, where the teachers rarely went -- I liked going there because it was shady and cool, and yanno, TEXAS SUMMERS), they'd never ever grow back. I believed him at the time, and my friend who believed with me still sometimes tells this story, forgetting everyone's already heard it many times before. XD
23. As a kid, the OTHER song my dad really liked to sing with/for me was "Waltzing Matilda." But he never sang the other verses, you know, where the swagman jumped into the billabong AND DROWNED. I was so shocked, years and years later, when I found the "whole" song. XD;;;; "Yay, 'Waltzing Matilda,' I remember this song! ... oh my god, he just DIED. o_o" I had similiar experiences with "Bohemian Rhaphsody," the first time I actually LISTENED to the words. XD
24. My eighteenth birthday caught me totally by surprise. XD;;; It was truly SPECIAL -- I'd arrived early, and I saw one of my friends carrying around what very obviously was a CAKE. I called hi to her, and she gives me this O____O look and runs off, and I think, huh, she must be late to class. (Because, see, she took the zero hour, and I didn't.) Also, because she was in Spanish, I thought her class was having some kind of party that day. [wry] And then, after school, I saw
devilscabanaboy hanging out where my friends and I usually met after classes -- ignoring that he usually got out of school a good three hours or so before the rest of us.Me: "Hey, you here to pick up your girlfriend? o_o"
Him: "Something like that."
And then everyone started showing up, and I'm like wtf, don't you guys have to catch buses? AND NO, I DID NOT GET IT UNTIL THEY STARTED SINGING HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND BROUGHT OUT THE CAKE. I cried like a little girl. :D
25. I love surprises. Well, er, good surprises -- I love spontaneously getting things; it means more to me when someone just randomly says "you know what, I'm going to do something for you!" than getting something for my birthday, or for Christmas, or whatever. I also like GIVING surprises, but I'm so slow and sluggish, it's hard to maintain that. XD;;;
26. I suspect I have vouyeristic tendencies, just because I take this sadistic glee in seeing how people react to things for the first time. It's like -- if I have already seen something and know what'll happen, then the enjoyment in subsequent viewings is watching it with new people, and seeing how they take it. Wow, that sounds so messed up. XD;
27. Ego bugs me. Healthy confidence, being aware of your standing -- knowing that yes, I am a decent writer/artist/friend is one thing. It's another to be a drama queen and whine about how you are NOT APPRECIATED ENOUGH, even though you do ALL THIS STUFF, or you're SO DAMN GOOD. Even if I think you're a talented writer/artist, if you try to pin the blame on me, as a reader, for not soothing your ego, then I tend to withdraw and go "WTF, no." It's probably gotten me into trouble, and will continue to do so, but hey. It's true. XD;
28. I have cut myself with a twisty-tie before, to the point of bleeding. No, don't ask, because I'm not exactly sure how it happened, either.
29. This may or may not be true, but I know I have the memory of being very young and in the Florida house (where we had a pool), and watching my dad pull this big black snake out of the pool. It may have been distorted by memory (because Mom says we DID find dead snakes and frogs a lot), but DUDE THAT SNAKE WAS LONGER THAN I WAS TALL, COUGH COUGH.
30. While I was once better at running than I was, I usually played tag by being sneaky. XD; I'd get tagged, then promptly play bored, like I was just resting. And then, when someone would come up to taunt me, I'd smack 'em and run away as fast as my scrawny li'l legs could carry me. :D
31. My sense of direction is really, really bad. Even knowing what turns to take, I'm constantly second-guessing myself, and therefore usually end up totally lost whenever I try to navigate somewhere completely new. To date, my best record is going from downtown Austin and ending up in the Arboretum, ON THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN, thus turning what should've been a fifteen/twenty-minute drive into one that took over two hours. I was so happy as when I FINALLY recognized the street I was on and followed it home. XD;;;
32. Apparently, I'm scary when I'm hungry (and as one might be able to tell, I like the topic of food, even if I get yelled at for bad eating habits). :D At the very least, the only time I've succeeded in intimidating friends was when I was starving and wanted FOOD NOW and they were busy shopping, and I snark-snark-snarkedy-snarked. XD;
33. I have been to three concerts in my life. One was for Flogging Molly (OMG YAY DRUNK IRISH PUNK!) and the other two were concerts for
k_wedge's band, The Pushpins. :D SUPPORT THEM, YO. This is in spite of living in Austin, which styles itself as the "Live Music Capital Of The World," and always going around the effects of SXSW rather than going to the venues myself.34. Pretty much every single original character I have starts out as one of a pair, and usually having conversations in my head. And they all start out snarky -- or, as snarky as my poor sense of comedic timing allows -- and then mutate accordingly. Even the disgustingly nice ones were snarky, once upon a time. Hah!
35. As far as I can remember, people don't hit me. Even as a kid, roughhousing, I never got hit -- no, instead, they usually picked me up and SHOOK ME LIKE A BAD PUPPY, or something. I think this is part of the reason I don't like to be picked up. According to friends, I have mastered the feline technique of OMG GO DEADWEIGHT when I'm picked up. XD
36. The majority of my friends IRL, both in Austin and Seattle, are slash fangirls. [grins] I've been told this is really kind of unique, but yeah -- most of the people I hang out with on a regular basis are fans of SOMETHING, and most of them are more slashtastic than I could hope to be. XD; Even the guys are fairly tolerant of it -- hell, one of 'em's a Classics Major and finds slash where I don't, in stuff I've written, which is its own brand of specialness. XD;
37. I have seen Terry Pratchett in person. He's just as funny when he speaks as he is in writing. ♥
38. My favorite authors are Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett -- and why, yes, I HAVE read Good Omens many multiple times. XD Interestingly, the one other author I would think of to list among my favorites, just as "comfort" books, would be David Eddings -- reused plots and characters and EVERYTHING, but ... I dunno, FUN. XD I wouldn't reread any of the series the whole way through again, but -- they're the sort of books I'd pick up, page to my favorite scenes, and read those for the fun of it. XD
39. I know five guys of vaguely the same body type and coloring -- tall(er than me, at least XD;), solid, and blond. AND ALL OF THEM MAKE WOOKIE NOISES WHEN THEY YAWN, WTF. It's the bizarrest thing ever. XD
40. My favorite "sweet" flavor is chocolate oranges. XD I couldn't say why, but hell, I really like orange-flavored things, and I really like chocolate, so why wouldn't the two together make me extraordinarily happy? XD Plus, okay, it's just FUN to whack the unwrapped orange to break them into segments. X3
41. There are middle schoolers with bigger hands than I have. Damnit.
42. Despite the fact that I don't really consider myself a tomboy -- though I'm not really a girly girl by a LONG shot -- I don't like wearing skirts or dresses at all. The only nice dress I own, I didn't even mean to buy; we were Goodwill shopping, and found this gorgeous Chinese-style green dress for $13 that actually fit me really well, and I was semi-bullied into it. XD; I've yet to find ANY reason to wear it for real. XD
43. Any night where I stay up waaaaaaaay past my bedtime and end up having to sneak past my parents' room to mine is
harukami's fault. REALLY, IT'S ALL HER FAULT. Because she's the bestest and most fun cowriter ever, and suddenly it's like bloodyearlyo'clock in the morning and I'M NOT IN BED YET HAHAHA. XD ... it's so much fun, but I'm so glad it's summer. XD44. I don't like spending more than thirty dollars on any one piece of clothing. I've got friends who talk about nice, expensive new leather jackets or fancy shoes or whatever, but I always think Man, if I was given a set amount of money to spend on stuff, I wouldn't be buying CLOTHES. It drove my mom nuts -- still does -- to take me clothes-shopping and have me turn down everything, because I'd rather wear holes into what I have before getting new stuff. :D (MONEY'S WORTH, DAMNIT! MONEY'S WORTH!)
45. I don't know how to apply makeup. The last time I wore any was the last time I dressed up for trick-or-treating, which was, what, seven or eight years ago at this point. So I see my mom dolled up, or my friends will talk about the makeup they put on in the mornings or own -- I have no idea how it all works. :D;
46. I love musicals, when I'm exposed to them. XD There's something fun about music being used as dialogue, or to tell a story, or maybe I'm just a dork. :3 I used to think rap was the only kind of music I disliked -- but then, I realized, it was more R&B that grated on me -- I like more country and rap than I do R&B, which just sounds like sexed-up whining to me, and I usually just feel sleepy and annoyed after listening to it. XD;;;
47. I like to chase birds. In downtown Seattle, where the pigeons gather, I like walking up to them and seeing if they'll fly or not. Because, you know, they waddle everywhere with their necks going woo-woo-woo back and forth, and they're like doooooooooon't make me fly, dooooooon't make me flyyyyyyy, and, uh, yeah. [shamefaced] I, uh, get scolded about this a lot.
48. Though I love talking to people, and having discussions/conversations (or even, you know, Deep and Meaningful Ways You Can Say "blue-haired"), I'm painfully shy. When I talk to people, I want them to like me, and I want to be thought of as at least intelligent and interesting -- but it's really hard for me to reach out. When you get to know me on a comfortable basis, I don't think twice about shooting off and saying random/dumb/personal things, but if I sort-of know you? Or if I like/admire you and don't know you terribly well? Or if I don't know you at ALL? I just clam up and withdraw; there's a point where I go oh my god, I don't know them enough to babble and just don't say anything. [wry] Which rarely sits well with me, but hey. XD;
49. Street fairs, farmer markets, and other open-air type venues are one of my favorite places to hang out. Even though I don't like malls and prefer to avoid most shopping as much as possible, street fairs and their ilk are just so much fun -- there are people and small vendors and sometimes you get performers, the free food samples and hell, the flowers too -- it's just fun. I can rarely make myself buy anything, but I like going for the experience of walking around and seeing people and things.
50. The one thing that I fear, more than anything else -- because I'm scared of a LOT of things, but this is the only thing that makes me scream and shriek and freak out like a little girl -- is scorpions. I've actually never been stung by one, but just the LOOK of them and the FEEL of them (I have, in fact, touched them and escaped being stung -- HOW that was managed, I'm not sure, but I AM NOT COMPLAINING), which is sort of dry and papery in an unpleasant way is just ... ICK. Suffice to say, I'm so afraid of them I can't even watch specials about them on TV -- because that's worse, you see, that's like -- OH MY GOD GIGANTIC SCORPION THE SIZE OF MY HEAD ON TV! Scale issues aside, they SCARE me. So, so much, and I will cheerfully drop everything and absolutely SMASH one to itty-bitty pieces when given the opportunity. Phone books are most effective on wood floors, but if you're out in the garage with its cement floor, a shovel is distinctly satisfying.
... ick, scorpions.
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they waddle everywhere with their necks going woo-woo-woo back and forth, and they're like doooooooooon't make me fly, dooooooon't make me flyyyyyyy...
I am so very amused.
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Doooooooon't make me flyyyyyyyyyyyyy.
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What would strike me as mean is putting soap in the water of a duckpond. Then the oil on the duck's feathers reacts badly to soap, and they sink. o_o
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Mum tried teaching me once, but I apparently botched the powdering up and I haven't got the guts to try it again XD;;
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Someday, if you want, I will happily let you poke around in my makeup and show you what all of them are used for and all, and I won't even make you try any. But with years of theater behind me, I warn that I have a sickeningly large collection of the stuff. XD
And I miss you!!