| By the way... Shaun, you still haven't given me those questions. |
[May. 29th, 2007|10:41 am] |
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Blame ![[info]](http://piktures.deadjournal.com/openid-profile.gif) terriblerobbo [livejournal].
Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little-known facts about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a list of their own 10 weird habits/things/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names. No tagbacks.
"Little known" isn't springing to mind, so I'm probably going to be aiming more for the "weird"ish category.
1a) I don't drink alcohol. At all. I've never been able to figure out why I decided not to drink, really, though "I've never found any reason to actually do so" is fairly high on the list. Also "It's cheaper", though even people offering to pay for my drinks acted as no incentive.
1b) In Year 10 Food Tech, we made flambé crepes. Even the smell of the cooked brandy made me want to throw up, so my partner ended up eating both halves of the food.
2a) I have a slight addiction to cola, particularly Coke. However, it seems to have little effect on my sleeping patterns, or on my level of hyperness.
2b) I really, really hate mint. Even the smell of it makes me feel ill.
2c) I have a major sweet tooth - but oddly, don't satisfy it terribly often. I will always have something in my bag made from sugar, but it's more like a cache than something I dig into too often. Again, when I do eat them, it seems to have little impact on my general level of hyperness.
2d) However, when I am hyper, it's literally impossible to stop me giggling and squeaking randomly. And, y'know, dancing (particularly to no music), talking nonsense, and patting people on the head.
3a) My music taste has ADHD. While I have lots of assorted MP3s, the ones I tend to listen to are the ones I've bought or downloaded most recently. Not exclusively, but if you look at my "Now Playing", it's obvious that it runs in phases.
3b) I love singing along to music, no matter how many people around me it annoys. But only to songs where I know most of the words. ...Which is most of my regularly-listened to music. Um...
4) My family attends Dog Training every Sunday. We no longer take part in the classes themselves. But it's a volunteer-run club, and we spent so long trying to get Poppa behaving (it took us a year to get him to stop quivering whenever anyone moved near him) that we became part of the furniture; to the point where now I collect money and my parents either sign up newcomers or act as instructors.
5) I update my DeadJournal more than anyone I know updates their blog. It tends to be how I remember things - if people ask me about some event a while back, I'll dig through the tags to find the entry about it. Even if I don't specifically mention it, I can often figure out what happened from the talking around it - for example, Beccy's 18th birthday party. I still haven't finished back-adding tags, but I've got enough to find most entries people actually talk about.
6) I always have Too Much Stuff (TM). I am constitutionally incapable of packing light - every time I try to do so, I realise I've forgotten half the stuff I need. Midweek, in my corner of the ProgSoc room, there tends to be a multitude of bags - laptop bag (generally over-the-shoulder, with an additional sleeve inside), two to three shopping bags worth of textbooks (including one which can carry any stuff I want to lug home of an evening), plus my mini Take-Everywhere backpack (Contents: pencil case, water bottle, glasses case, iPod, digital camera, umbrella, bandage, wallet, keys, Panadol, Tic-Tacs, discount cards...).
7a) Despite how much I complain about the various subjects I'm studying and the like, I actually do enjoy Uni - probably more the extracurricular activities than the classes themselves, but I like the content for at least some of my subjects. It's more the act of studying that tends to drive me crazy.
7b) Even though I enjoy things like DSPP, I'm exceedingly paranoid that I'm terrible at them and shouldn't have chosen it as the sub-major. Especially when muttering bitterly about Requirements Engineering (run by that department), or struggling furiously and failing to get my code to work the way required for assignments (see every DSPP rant over the past couple of weeks).
8a) I have a mobile, but don't use it much at all, compared to most. It's on a pre-pay system. Just before my parents left, they topped up the account with a fifty dollar credit. It took me till (literally) a month or two ago to use up that credit, plus whatever was on the account beforehand.
8b) Some telemarketer called up once and asked if I'd like to buy a new mobile: "Free with a $30 per month plan!" It took me telling the above story about three times for him to get the message that what he was selling was completely irrelevant to me.
9) My glasses don't really work. I initially got them in late primary school, when I realised that I was unable to read bus numbers. I've gone through a succession of progressively stronger prescriptions through the years, and am still unable to read the numbers; though to some extent, that could probably be blamed on a combination of smears on the glass and sheer glare - it's much worse at sunset/night, with the sparkles from the lights block out whatever I'm actually trying to look at. I've been to various optometrists, complaining of a lack of vision, and the all claim that it's still the correct prescription. So, I don't know.
10) In a lot of ways, I'm loyal to a fault - there are multiple times that I've attempted to maintain friendships that have basically fallen by the wayside. My school friends might be able to attest to this.
Okay, that's more than enough of that.
-Mmaster
EDIT:
I had a lot of trouble coming up with the above ten, but I've just thought of an additional point, and one that probably less of you know than the listed ones:
11) Seeing the Southern Cross makes me feel safe. Well, perhaps "safe" isn't quite the word - it makes me feel calm. As I'm walking home at night from the bus stop, it's visible just in front of my right shoulder; and I now know it well enough, that I can pick out at least three of the five stars, plus the pointers, in the Sydney smog without my glasses on. I know no other constellations, and have no real interest in learning them; but looking at the Southern Cross makes me feel like I'm coming home. |
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