Six Weird Things About Me That I Think Haven't Landed on The Blog Yet but I'm Too Lazy to Dig Through the Archives to Be Sure

I've been tagged with this meme by ze Fraulein. It's hard to find weird things about me that I haven't blogged. Well, I think I haven't blogged about these...

  1. Every night when I get into bed, I think about arms reaching out to grab my legs. This never happened when I had the same bed at my parents' house. What's particularly stupid is that there is this huge plastic box under my bed to hold wrapping supplies and it takes up all the space where the leg-grabber would be and I can see the box sitting there even as I imagine the arms coming out and grabbing me and I know that no one is there because the box is there and two things can't be in the same place at the same time... yet I still have to jump into bed.
  2. When I got my first Cabbage Patch Kid, she came with the name Annette. I thought that was an ugly name, so I changed it to Amanda. When I got my second Cabbage Patch Kid several years later, I named her Annette.
  3. I told you that the doctor told me I should change my diet, but she also told me I should get more exercise. As in... some exercise. As in... any exercise at all, because I don't get any now. Doctors have been telling me this for years and I have been ignoring them, because I've never done any kind of exercise and I don't know how and I don't know where you go and I don't own any clothes in which to exercise and I don't know where to buy these clothes. My knowledge of exercise is zero. It is as if my doctors had been telling me for years that I needed to gleeble some marfnarfs. I do not speak your language. What is this exercise of which you speak? Can I buy it on Amazon? Because it would be really convenient if I didn't have to leave this couch, thanks.
  4. When I was in fourth grade, my friends and I managed to convince ourselves and our classmates that our school was haunted. We did this through sheer will and a complete lack of evidence. It wasn't that we found mysterious goings-on and then attributed them to haunting - it was that we'd read a lot of books about things being haunted and had semi-consciously decided we wanted something to be haunted too. It was stupid, to the point of 'A pencil! The school must be haunted!' and 'A stain on the ceiling! I think the ghosts are trying to communicate with us!' We had... um... a lot of imagination.
  5. I used to have a huge crush on Dmitri from the movie Anastasia. Some people have crushes on Disney characters but me - noooooooo, I have to have a crush on a Fox Animations character. Egad! Lesser cartoon companies! I might as well be in love with Fievel. Come to think of it, his little mousey ears are pretty cute...
  6. I often carry on conversations with people in my head. Sometimes it's repeating a conversation I had earlier, but it goes the way I wanted it to go (like I get to use the snappy comeback I thought up hours later). Sometimes it's in preparation for a conversation I'm going to have, practicing what I'm going to say. But usually it's just me talking to random people about random things that happen to be on my mind. This is fine, except when I get really into my imaginary conversation and start using facial expressions and gestures, which invariably carry over into the Real World. This is worst when I'm having an imaginary conversation in French, because my limited vocabulary in that language has always left me to resort to gestures and dramatic facial expressions in order to get my point across. Sometimes I walk down the street by myself and suddenly discover I'm rolling my eyes or sneering at strangers. Never mind! I'm just having conversations with the voices in my head! Nothing to see here!

You are all just going to latch onto #3 and tell me to exercise, aren't you? I hate you.

I hereby tag: apete, Alfie, J, Cheryl (get blogging again!), Bob, swirlspice and anyone else who'd like to do it.

srah - Thursday, 13 April 2006 - 8:11 PM
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Comments (9)

gravatar alfie - April 13, 2006 - 10:03 PM -

You and the ears - weirdo.

gravatar Aunt Pam - April 14, 2006 - 6:07 AM -

Wouldn't it be humorous if no one commented on #3? But number 6? Now that is funny, funny because you aren't alone in that. It would be interesting to see how many folk out there do that as well. . . . I will stalk the posts to see just how many others out there admit to number 6.

gravatar sarah - April 14, 2006 - 9:11 AM -

"gleeble some marfnarfs". HA!

gravatar Denzylle - April 14, 2006 - 2:37 PM -

Re the snappy comeback you think up later - l'esprit de l'escalier, non?

gravatar Jamie - April 14, 2006 - 3:12 PM -

I do number 6 way too often. I'm so eloquent in my imaginative dialogues (or monologues), it's unbelievable. And a bit sad. (I do the gestures and facial expressions, too. Well, sometimes.)

gravatar Fraulein N - April 17, 2006 - 11:54 AM -

Me, telling you to exercise? Ha! That's like the pot calling the kettle ... um, something lazy, I guess. Because everybody knows pots don't exercise either. Or gleeble marfnarfs, heh. If you do figure out how to buy actual exercise on Amazon, do let me know.

gravatar srah - April 17, 2006 - 9:05 PM -

Denzylle - Yes! I can never remember that phrase when I want to use it...

gravatar Allison - April 18, 2006 - 12:43 PM -

Nope, I'm not going to tell you to exercise! After watching, "But, I'm A Cheerleader" last night on video, I'm going to tell you to come out and just admit it!

You're a homo-conversationalist!

gravatar 60 and counting - April 21, 2006 - 1:38 AM -

Ungleebled Marfnarfs are beginning to show discontent. Shame on you..

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