Fun Factoids.
...In an effort to be more personable, I've decided to share some personal information about myself. This is not something I easily do, because I tend to be quite private*. So basically I'm gritting my teeth, buckling down and ignoring my inner censor.
so you'd better freakin' appreciate it.
1) I wore braces for three-and-a-half years. I had teeth pulled, my gums hacked at, and my inner cheeks shredded. This was not a fun way to start high school. Especially not my high school. But at least I got to perfect the misunderstood loner geek persona I coveted.
2) When I was 18 I wanted to be Shirley Manson. I had the red hair, the smudgy kohl, the stompy boots, and the attitude. I stopped short of the Scottish brogue.
3) I'm conflicted between bands I love being well-known: when nobody knows them I try to spread the word and make others love them as much as do, but if they hit the top 40 it takes the sheen off them for me.I guess I'm an exclusivity snob.
4) I have difficulty pronouncing the words shoulder, and soldier, especially when I'm tired. I also have a slight stammer and am slightly sensitive about it. Like really sensitive. Like please don't mock me about it or I'll blush....
5) Mind you, I blush all the time, sometimes inappropriately. Although I'm better than when I was a teenager: then I would blush if I got called on in class, if I thought someone might talk to me, If I thought I might have to talk to someone, if I thought someone might be about to look in my general direction. Also, I blush if I think I might blush. Which is, I guess, Metaphysical blushing.
6) I used to be shy***. How shy? Well, I think some people who knew me then thought I had some form of Autism.
7) I empathise too strongly with humiliation. Take me to a movie about murder, the horrors of war, eyes being gouged out or hearts being broken, and I'm cool. Someone makes an ass of themselves? I can't watch. I hide behind the shoulder of the person in the next seat, which is kind of weird when it's a stranger. American Pie made me need Valium.
8) My favourite colour is pink. I'm a girly girl. But also a tomboy. I used to climb trees in my ballet clothes**. All the things I'm supposed to like (froufrou weddings, women's magazines, chick flicks) creep me out a little. However, shoes, fashion, celebrity gossip and chocolate render me unto bliss. Go figure.
Now, none of this may be interesting to you at all, faithful reader, but it's as much as I'm willing to share for now... although I will take questions.
so you'd better freakin' appreciate it.
1) I wore braces for three-and-a-half years. I had teeth pulled, my gums hacked at, and my inner cheeks shredded. This was not a fun way to start high school. Especially not my high school. But at least I got to perfect the misunderstood loner geek persona I coveted.
2) When I was 18 I wanted to be Shirley Manson. I had the red hair, the smudgy kohl, the stompy boots, and the attitude. I stopped short of the Scottish brogue.
3) I'm conflicted between bands I love being well-known: when nobody knows them I try to spread the word and make others love them as much as do, but if they hit the top 40 it takes the sheen off them for me.I guess I'm an exclusivity snob.
4) I have difficulty pronouncing the words shoulder, and soldier, especially when I'm tired. I also have a slight stammer and am slightly sensitive about it. Like really sensitive. Like please don't mock me about it or I'll blush....
5) Mind you, I blush all the time, sometimes inappropriately. Although I'm better than when I was a teenager: then I would blush if I got called on in class, if I thought someone might talk to me, If I thought I might have to talk to someone, if I thought someone might be about to look in my general direction. Also, I blush if I think I might blush. Which is, I guess, Metaphysical blushing.
6) I used to be shy***. How shy? Well, I think some people who knew me then thought I had some form of Autism.
7) I empathise too strongly with humiliation. Take me to a movie about murder, the horrors of war, eyes being gouged out or hearts being broken, and I'm cool. Someone makes an ass of themselves? I can't watch. I hide behind the shoulder of the person in the next seat, which is kind of weird when it's a stranger. American Pie made me need Valium.
8) My favourite colour is pink. I'm a girly girl. But also a tomboy. I used to climb trees in my ballet clothes**. All the things I'm supposed to like (froufrou weddings, women's magazines, chick flicks) creep me out a little. However, shoes, fashion, celebrity gossip and chocolate render me unto bliss. Go figure.
Now, none of this may be interesting to you at all, faithful reader, but it's as much as I'm willing to share for now... although I will take questions.
*or as my family calls it "secretive"
** uh, yeah, mom, that would be where all those ladders came from. I guess I did know how they got there.
*** and now I don't stop talking; yes, yes, I realise the irony.
Labels: getting personal
posted by Betenoir at 2:55 PM
5 Comments:
i was called 'buck-teeth' by a girl when i was six, and twenty years and a set of tracks later i still cover my mouth when i laugh.
sharing is caring.
Heh, that's too cute. I also have that blushing problem - nowhere near as bad though! When I blush my ears go BRIGHT red - like not-normal red. It's rather embarrassing!
Questions? Okay, if one bar is equal to a hundred kilopascals, then how many pascals are there in a millibar?
Oh, that was muchly appreciated! I'm with you on that humiliation thing... It kinda tends to make me feel sorry for myself alot too!
Well I guessed the ladders didn't come from doing jetes or pas de chats, I didn't take you to have all those broken bones set without getting an idea you were wild. As for the blushing thing - it may be hereditary - I had friends that made me blush for fun. You get the privacy thing from your gran...it's a response to the third degree - I have it too so I know.
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