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apocalypsos) wrote2007-09-23 04:31 am
apocalypsos) wrote2007-09-23 04:31 am
Seven random facts about me ...
1. I used to have a really bad habit of biting my nails that I occasionally fall back into when I get really stressed out. People always used to suggest that stuff that makes your nails taste bad to make me stop, but it never tasted bad enough for me to quit. The only thing that's ever kept me from biting my nails has been to paint my nails and spend all day picking the paint off instead of biting them. It's why I've only ever had one real manicure.
2. I would hold a handful of dung beetles for a half an hour before I would keep a used sticker on my skin for more than a few seconds. A new sticker fresh off the paper is okay, but peel a sticker off something else and make me touch it and inside I'm freaking the fuck out.
3. I've said before that I almost never completely finish a meal, no matter how small I make the portions, but my brother pointed out to me that the only time I ever clean my plate is when my mom cooks. Otherwise, I always leave something on my plate. (I really try, I swear, I just get full before I finish.)
4. The only thing keeping me from shaving my head just 'cause is that when I had the chickenpox when I was a kid I apparently scratched the back of my head so much my entire scalp was one big scab by the time I got better, so I can only imagine what a lovely scar I must have under my hair.
The only reason I haven't dyed my hair blue or green or something is because I'm waiting until I can get paid and not have to deal with co-workers.
I really just have no qualms doing anything to my hair, ever. Lop it all off, grow it out, dye it pink ... don't care.
5. My first fannish experience was with Misfits of Science when I was about ten or so. It was the first show I ever watched religiously and talked about with someone else (my great-aunt).
6. I believe in God a lot like I believe in unicorns and leprechauns. I've never seen any evidence they exist but I like to pretend they do, like I'm going to turn a corner somewhere and there they'll be. (I totally blame that sort of attitude for the Books of Boggs. I always look down alleyways and over bridges and stuff around here and pretend I see things and creatures there. Yes, I'm still a six-year-old. Bite me.) The closest anyone's ever come to portraying the version of God that's in my brain was Alanis Morrissette in Dogma.
7. I can get ridiculously motion-sick. I haven't gotten on a plane without taking Dramamine since the first time to Disney World when I was a kid because I spent the entire plane ride down vomiting (I mean, the entire damn ride from beginning to end). I feel like I'm going to throw up within the first five minutes of riding in a car unless I'm driving. Even being near roller coasters and conveyor belts long enough is sometimes enough to make my stomach roll.
In fact, the only times I can remember not being motion-sick even though I had good reason to were the few times I've been on boats. Granted, I was never on them for a really long time or on rough waters but I can never recall feeling remotely sick on the water. (I do, however, spend as much of my time as possible on boats in open areas out on deck. Hi, remember me, the girl who likes reading about shipwrecks?)
2. I would hold a handful of dung beetles for a half an hour before I would keep a used sticker on my skin for more than a few seconds. A new sticker fresh off the paper is okay, but peel a sticker off something else and make me touch it and inside I'm freaking the fuck out.
3. I've said before that I almost never completely finish a meal, no matter how small I make the portions, but my brother pointed out to me that the only time I ever clean my plate is when my mom cooks. Otherwise, I always leave something on my plate. (I really try, I swear, I just get full before I finish.)
4. The only thing keeping me from shaving my head just 'cause is that when I had the chickenpox when I was a kid I apparently scratched the back of my head so much my entire scalp was one big scab by the time I got better, so I can only imagine what a lovely scar I must have under my hair.
The only reason I haven't dyed my hair blue or green or something is because I'm waiting until I can get paid and not have to deal with co-workers.
I really just have no qualms doing anything to my hair, ever. Lop it all off, grow it out, dye it pink ... don't care.
5. My first fannish experience was with Misfits of Science when I was about ten or so. It was the first show I ever watched religiously and talked about with someone else (my great-aunt).
6. I believe in God a lot like I believe in unicorns and leprechauns. I've never seen any evidence they exist but I like to pretend they do, like I'm going to turn a corner somewhere and there they'll be. (I totally blame that sort of attitude for the Books of Boggs. I always look down alleyways and over bridges and stuff around here and pretend I see things and creatures there. Yes, I'm still a six-year-old. Bite me.) The closest anyone's ever come to portraying the version of God that's in my brain was Alanis Morrissette in Dogma.
7. I can get ridiculously motion-sick. I haven't gotten on a plane without taking Dramamine since the first time to Disney World when I was a kid because I spent the entire plane ride down vomiting (I mean, the entire damn ride from beginning to end). I feel like I'm going to throw up within the first five minutes of riding in a car unless I'm driving. Even being near roller coasters and conveyor belts long enough is sometimes enough to make my stomach roll.
In fact, the only times I can remember not being motion-sick even though I had good reason to were the few times I've been on boats. Granted, I was never on them for a really long time or on rough waters but I can never recall feeling remotely sick on the water. (I do, however, spend as much of my time as possible on boats in open areas out on deck. Hi, remember me, the girl who likes reading about shipwrecks?)
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Interesting! I get severe motion sickness, sometimes even when I'm driving (watching TV, scrolling down a screen or moving my head the wrong way can set it off, too). It got much worse in my early 20s, so I've never been game to get on a boat since. Maybe the motion is different enough to not aggravate the motion sickness?
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Congratulations! You have faith. Here, have a cookie.
but it never tasted bad enough for me to quit.
Werd, I used to suck it off and keep chewing.
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*snickers* Yay, I get a cookie! :)
I just find it funny most of the time that my belief in God is less big-scary-invisible-man-in-the-sky and more friendly-slacker-who-likes-to-play-Skeeball-and-just-happens-to-be-all-powerful.
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So yes, lots of cookies for you *heaps them all over*
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Me too. Oh, mg. I get sick sitting in a rocking chair and i *must* drive and i can't watch Monstrous on a carousel or anything or head bang or even spin around more than once.
Stupid inner ear.
I'll bet you don't have a scar on your head at all. Scabs aren't very deep, so at the most it might be slightly *shinier* than the rest of your head, but i'll bet not.
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I'm glad I'm not the only one disturbed by that shit. *shudders*
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I'm also the same with the no motion sickness on boats...but motion sickness everywhere else. The 12 hour flight to South Africa was kind of hell for me.
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