55 things you may or may not know about me.
When I was little, I never named any stuffed animals or dolls, for fear of giving them an unwanted identity.
I’m a neat freak, yet somehow my apartment is always a little dusty.
I have the three month “traveling itch”, as in I get cranky if I don’t go somewhere at least for a short time.
I can read a map, yet I get hopelessly lost almost everywhere I go.
Thunderstorms scare me at night but not during the day.
I still don’t step on cracks in sidewalks, so as to not break my mother’s back.
Nor do I step on insects.
I cry at sappy things: Kleenex commercials, cute babies, at almost all movies, old people…
I find myself fawning over little dogs, cute babies, old people…
For justified reasons, I have a certain disdain for teenagers.
I love to bake simply because it’s like a little science experiment in my oven.
I’m boring, but I like it.
There are four freckles on my hands. One has always been red.
I have about equal the same number of scars from chemistry lab experiments gone awry as I do from childhood incidents like falling off my bike.
I must sleep with exactly four pillows.
Usually the almost silent “click” before my alarm goes off is enough to wake me.
I take 7 minute showers while listening to the oldies’ station.
I usually take at least 2, if not 3 showers a day.
And I brush my teeth about twice that.
The smell of hardware stores and varnish remind me of childhood, and I love that smell.
I hate feet.
I have an affinity for coats.
I do my own version of a “happy dance” whenever I get exciting mail.
I own four umbrellas, all strategically located.
On average, I go through 1 and ½ journals a year.
Dogs in costume crack me up.
I liked “elderly” crafts like knitting and crocheting long before they were considered cool.
Even though I hate almost everything it represents, I read Cosmo.
I try my hardest not to be, but I still think I’m terribly judgmental.
I’m more likely to think that a girl is annoying than a guy.
I say that I can’t do math… but I can.
I love to cook, but I very rarely do it for myself.
I carry small purses not because they’re fashionable, but because I don’t want to draw attention to my material belongings.
I’m a little more than halfway over the point to being legally blind.
The greatest romance ever written according to me, is Pride and Prejudice.
I watch the movie 2-3 times a year and read the book about the same number of times.
I hate to run, but convince myself that I love it.
At the end of almost every workday, I get the old 80’s theme song to the Toys R’ Us commercial stuck in my head.
Bathroom humor is still really funny.
I detest first dates.
I’m still scared of my parent’s basement at night.
Sometimes when I’m swimming, even if just for a brief second, I think that there might be a monster living in the deep end of the pool.
I was a vegetarian for over a year not because of any moral premise, but simply because I felt like it.
Infomercials are really intriguing at night.
My mom, my sister, and I all have birthmarks on the exact same place on the back of our right leg.
I regularly use three calendars to schedule everything.
Even though I know I shouldn’t, I pick at mosquito bites.
I used to, and can still be painfully shy, but I have no problem with public speaking.
I’d rather write a letter than confront someone face to face.
Hairy toes freak me out.
I own a paint-by-number set.
I got my ears pierced because my dog died.
When I was a baby and had colic, the only thing that would soothe me were long car rides. To this day, I get really sleepy in any kind of moving vehicle.
I procrastinate more than I should.
I’m making this list because like most nights, I have trouble sleeping.
posted by Sheila @ 7/19/2005 04:03:00 AM
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