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Okay, this is prompted by The GingerLord's topic about us not really knowing anyone else. You must tell us 5 things about yourself, little idiosyncracies, imperfections, weird stuff that we don't know. I'll go first:
1. I am unable to close Taxi doors properly. I have a thing where I always either slam it too hard and get a dodgy look from the driver, or waft it closed too softly, then I have to go back and close it properly. Taxi drivers don't like me.
2. I am also unable to put change back in my wallet properly. Whenever I finish a transaction with cash, I always stand at the front of the queue trying to put both the notes and the change in the right sections, and always hold up the next person. Either that, or I walk off holding my wallet, the notes, the change and the product I've just bought all in one hand. Mix this with a Taxi ride for optimum panic.
3. Sometimes I find smiling in a mirror for a few minutes actually does make you feel better. Even if you do look mental.
4. I eat approx. 1 bag of Prawn Cocktail crisps a day. In fact, I'm eating one now. Because I'm on my lunch, which is why I'm writing this.
5. I can't fall asleep without a cushion between my knees, or without rubbing my feet together like some insane giant grasshopper.
There you are, now you know a little more about me. Your turn.
1. I am unable to close Taxi doors properly. I have a thing where I always either slam it too hard and get a dodgy look from the driver, or waft it closed too softly, then I have to go back and close it properly. Taxi drivers don't like me.
2. I am also unable to put change back in my wallet properly. Whenever I finish a transaction with cash, I always stand at the front of the queue trying to put both the notes and the change in the right sections, and always hold up the next person. Either that, or I walk off holding my wallet, the notes, the change and the product I've just bought all in one hand. Mix this with a Taxi ride for optimum panic.
3. Sometimes I find smiling in a mirror for a few minutes actually does make you feel better. Even if you do look mental.
4. I eat approx. 1 bag of Prawn Cocktail crisps a day. In fact, I'm eating one now. Because I'm on my lunch, which is why I'm writing this.
5. I can't fall asleep without a cushion between my knees, or without rubbing my feet together like some insane giant grasshopper.
There you are, now you know a little more about me. Your turn.
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Here's another. I got robbed on Friday night when I was staying at a Youth Hostel with some mates. Some northern monkey walked into the dormitory and stoel my bag. Someone turned it in later, having found it stashed in the toilets. Someone had nicked my CD Player, Gameboy Advance, games, Swiss Army Knife, sunglasses, glasses and all my CDs. It's the CDs I'm annoyed about, because they're were some unreplacable ones, like the Clutch compliation CD Goaty made me, and the Idlewild album I had to make because I couldn't find it anywhere else. Fooking northerners.
1 - I get headaches a lot and there's nothing I can do about it. Residue of car accident in '91
2 - I have a short temper and regret saying stupid stuff afterwards when it's usually too late.
3 - I got dumped on Sunday and it sucks really, really badly. I miss her
4 - I play in the best band in the country.
5 - I can't sleep again.
2 - I have a short temper and regret saying stupid stuff afterwards when it's usually too late.
3 - I got dumped on Sunday and it sucks really, really badly. I miss her
4 - I play in the best band in the country.
5 - I can't sleep again.
1.) I really don't like doing "things". If someone says "go up to the counter and get this for me?" I say no. If someone says "go off and tell me what that says" I say no. If someone says "Go and find what's his name and (whatever)" I say no. Just about everything people ask of me which isn't simple, I say no. Not because I'm a cocky little mutha, but because I kind of have a fear of messing up. I think it comes from my dad (among others), as whenever I did something wrong people would belittle me and I hated it, so I always try and avoid situations where I can do something wrong. If it's not something I'm used to doing, I'll try and get out of it. I used to hate being picked to do jobs by teachers, unless it was something I knew was easy. I'm not as bad as I used to be, but I still refuse to do stuff, and my mates just think I'm lazy.
2.) I was cursed with severe acne when I turned 13. I used to laugh at my brother for getting it, and thought that because I take after my dad, who didn't get any spots, I would get away without having any. Well of course I was wrong, and my face, back and chest were all covered. I still get them now, but they've gone down a lot. The trouble is, every single one scarred me. My back is like a checkers board, so bad I'm embarassed to take off my shirt, which means I can't go swimming or show off my quality physique (heh) It looks like the first spots I got have started to heal, and they've almost faded, but it took over five years, so I've got a long wait till they're nearly all gone
3.) I've ruined my natural gifts. As a kid I was always drawing, and acting in school plays. Then, when we picked our GCSEs, I decided not to take Art, but I did take Drama. Anyway, my class was FULL of really good looking lasses, and I would get SO nervous my acting was terrible. I was scraping Cs and even Ds. I've never been able to act as confidently as I could when I was 12. So I've messed up my two gifts, Art and Drama, and I also dropped out of English A level because I didn't see eye to eye with my teacher, and English/writing was my only other good subject. I also never took any computing courses, so I have no grades whatsoever that show I'm good with PCs. So I'm just about the only kid I know who isn't really good at one single thing, ie music or whatever.
4.) I *still* get nervous in certain situations. If I'm with my mates, sometimes I can just be "the man", really talkative and getting on with everybody, making jokes and chatting up the ladies. But sometimes, I think it depends who's there, I just refuse to say anything. It's something I really need to get out of
5.) Um... I stay up REALLY late. For the past four years almost, I've been staying up after 1am/2am on school nights and after 3am/4am every other night, save for a few. Even when I was doing my GCSEs, I was up till 4am on the night of my first one. My body clock would get so warped, that on several occasions I actually woke up at 6pm. It's because I used to watch Sky digital all night downstairs, or I'd watch a video in my room. Now I have a video player AND Sky in my room, so I still stay up dead late. Should really fix it, but the lures of TV at night are too much! Heh
2.) I was cursed with severe acne when I turned 13. I used to laugh at my brother for getting it, and thought that because I take after my dad, who didn't get any spots, I would get away without having any. Well of course I was wrong, and my face, back and chest were all covered. I still get them now, but they've gone down a lot. The trouble is, every single one scarred me. My back is like a checkers board, so bad I'm embarassed to take off my shirt, which means I can't go swimming or show off my quality physique (heh) It looks like the first spots I got have started to heal, and they've almost faded, but it took over five years, so I've got a long wait till they're nearly all gone
3.) I've ruined my natural gifts. As a kid I was always drawing, and acting in school plays. Then, when we picked our GCSEs, I decided not to take Art, but I did take Drama. Anyway, my class was FULL of really good looking lasses, and I would get SO nervous my acting was terrible. I was scraping Cs and even Ds. I've never been able to act as confidently as I could when I was 12. So I've messed up my two gifts, Art and Drama, and I also dropped out of English A level because I didn't see eye to eye with my teacher, and English/writing was my only other good subject. I also never took any computing courses, so I have no grades whatsoever that show I'm good with PCs. So I'm just about the only kid I know who isn't really good at one single thing, ie music or whatever.
4.) I *still* get nervous in certain situations. If I'm with my mates, sometimes I can just be "the man", really talkative and getting on with everybody, making jokes and chatting up the ladies. But sometimes, I think it depends who's there, I just refuse to say anything. It's something I really need to get out of
5.) Um... I stay up REALLY late. For the past four years almost, I've been staying up after 1am/2am on school nights and after 3am/4am every other night, save for a few. Even when I was doing my GCSEs, I was up till 4am on the night of my first one. My body clock would get so warped, that on several occasions I actually woke up at 6pm. It's because I used to watch Sky digital all night downstairs, or I'd watch a video in my room. Now I have a video player AND Sky in my room, so I still stay up dead late. Should really fix it, but the lures of TV at night are too much! Heh
1. I have always had a sneaking suspicion that I am an undiagnosed dyslexic (see my previous post). I'm a fast reader and writer but, still, I think something isn't quite right. And I always read the word 'misled' as 'mizzled'.
2. As a kid I was absolutely terrified of AIDS: everytime I heard it mentioned I'd get a shiver down my spine. If I was thinking about it at night, then I used to concentrate really hard on dinosaurs and football sticker factories to send myself to sleep.
3. I love learning foreign languages: I usually speak them with the confidence of a native and the skill level of a small dog. My enthusiastic use of Spanish in Ibiza got me half-price taxis, and stopped one of my friends being arrested by the policia. Hurrah!
4. I compulsively fiddle with my computer (in fact with anyone's computer). Usually I like to push them until they break. Then I like fixing them again.
5. I'm a socialist. I used to get drunk and argue with my friends long and hard about every barmy right-wing notion they might hold. Now they just keep quiet.
2. As a kid I was absolutely terrified of AIDS: everytime I heard it mentioned I'd get a shiver down my spine. If I was thinking about it at night, then I used to concentrate really hard on dinosaurs and football sticker factories to send myself to sleep.
3. I love learning foreign languages: I usually speak them with the confidence of a native and the skill level of a small dog. My enthusiastic use of Spanish in Ibiza got me half-price taxis, and stopped one of my friends being arrested by the policia. Hurrah!
4. I compulsively fiddle with my computer (in fact with anyone's computer). Usually I like to push them until they break. Then I like fixing them again.
5. I'm a socialist. I used to get drunk and argue with my friends long and hard about every barmy right-wing notion they might hold. Now they just keep quiet.
Your Honour wrote:
> 2. I love smearing a bit of Dairylea onto a crisp and eating it. It's
> nicest with Walkers Salk & Vinegar, by the way.
Interestingly, I read this as 'incest with Walkers Salt & Vinegar' which reflects very badly on me, I think...
> 2. I love smearing a bit of Dairylea onto a crisp and eating it. It's
> nicest with Walkers Salk & Vinegar, by the way.
Interestingly, I read this as 'incest with Walkers Salt & Vinegar' which reflects very badly on me, I think...
Also I can't fall asleep unless I have an arm under my pillow and, like Ant, my feet tucked up at the bottom.
The arm thing's becoming annoying now because if change sleeping position in the night without realising, I invariably wake up with absolutely no sensation in my arm. And it's really freaky. You can see your arm flopping backwards and forwards and not feel anything. It requires a goood minute of hitting before any feeling returns as well.
All very odd.
The arm thing's becoming annoying now because if change sleeping position in the night without realising, I invariably wake up with absolutely no sensation in my arm. And it's really freaky. You can see your arm flopping backwards and forwards and not feel anything. It requires a goood minute of hitting before any feeling returns as well.
All very odd.
The amount of things I want to write in here is huge. And I thought I had no life.
Top class post idea. Congrats....
I'll put my two penneth in, can't think of many:
1) I can't put socks on until I have my trousers on. Just one of those wierd things.
2) Got addicted to playing skirmishs on Red Alert in my first year at uni (on the Playstation). I used to play till 10 in the morning, sleep till 6 at night and start again. I did it for 6 weeks. Sad.
I'll put my two penneth in, can't think of many:
1) I can't put socks on until I have my trousers on. Just one of those wierd things.
2) Got addicted to playing skirmishs on Red Alert in my first year at uni (on the Playstation). I used to play till 10 in the morning, sleep till 6 at night and start again. I did it for 6 weeks. Sad.
And another :)
I used to play for Cambridge United Centre Of Excellence. Got signed up 2 years back, but I never really fitted in with the other boys. I played my position to the best of my ability but it just didn't feel right playing for a team with no team spirit. So I quit :-)
I've given up organised footy altogether now, last year I started to get bored of it, but this season I started becoming very lazy, and this reflected on the pitch. I still crafted some awesome goals (I have the ability to spot gaps and openings and play throughballs directly through them) but I never did what a midfielder should do. Get up and down, I just stayed in the middle and sprayed it about a bit :-D As well as that the manager/coach was a. Ah well...
I used to play for Cambridge United Centre Of Excellence. Got signed up 2 years back, but I never really fitted in with the other boys. I played my position to the best of my ability but it just didn't feel right playing for a team with no team spirit. So I quit :-)
I've given up organised footy altogether now, last year I started to get bored of it, but this season I started becoming very lazy, and this reflected on the pitch. I still crafted some awesome goals (I have the ability to spot gaps and openings and play throughballs directly through them) but I never did what a midfielder should do. Get up and down, I just stayed in the middle and sprayed it about a bit :-D As well as that the manager/coach was a
Sorry, another one, closely related to Snuggly's no. 5. I can't fall asleep (unless it's daytime) without 2 pillows, often one for holding in between my legs, and I also have to be covered ny something. SOme people can just sleep on a matress and nothing else, but I need a blanket, duvet, or something. And I HATE sleeping in sleeping bags.
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