Tagged by alinak
"Once you are tagged you MUST write an entry about your six weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next six people to be tagged."
1. I am absolutely unable to wear socks that are any colour other than white. There have been a few exceptions to this rule over the years, but generally speaking if they aren't white, I will not wear them.
2. On that note, socks must stop at my ankles or go all the way up to my knees; sleeves have to be non-existent, hit my elbows, or be slightly longer than my wrist. Anything in between, and it bugs me to the point where I will folds/push up/down the offending article of clothing to hit one of these places. There is only one exception to this rule and that comes in the form of two shirts that I own that are 3/4 length sleeves which I can tug on and move my around a round so that it gives me the illusion of hitting my wrist.
3. On days that I'm home, I obsessively check the mail box. The snail mail box. Like, every 15 to 20 minutes. Sometimes more, sometimes less. This doesn't change the fact that I constantly poke my head out my front door and peak in. Even if the mail has come already.
4. If someone is wearing sandals, or is barefoot, I can't help it but stare at their feet. This is some lame attempt of mine at reassuring me that others have feet that are even uglier than mine, and I'm envious when I see someone that has cute feet wrapped in some nifty sandals. Me? My feet are only cute when wrapped in socks.
5. When I'm writing, I can't sit still. I'll just randomly get up and walk around for 20 minutes aimlessly, sometimes playing out the scene in my head, sometimes holding internal conversations with muses and sometimes to just listen to some random song from some random CD. And if I don't get up? I bounce in my chair, tap my foot, bounce my leg...
6. When I go to sleep, I need things to be consistent. As in, it has to be dead quiet and pitch black, or if there must be noise (i.e. someone's got the TV up loud or is downstairs watching loud movies) it must be a consistent noise level. That means no silence punctuated with sudden explosions and blaring music. It pisses me off to no end and makes me a very cranky little girl. And I can sleep with the lights on, so long as the brightness doesn't fluctuate, or is not directly bouncing off my eyelids.
And now I tag: alison_sky, kity_of_angelus, kittydesade, bucketofribs, gumnut, and bloodraven77
1. I am absolutely unable to wear socks that are any colour other than white. There have been a few exceptions to this rule over the years, but generally speaking if they aren't white, I will not wear them.
2. On that note, socks must stop at my ankles or go all the way up to my knees; sleeves have to be non-existent, hit my elbows, or be slightly longer than my wrist. Anything in between, and it bugs me to the point where I will folds/push up/down the offending article of clothing to hit one of these places. There is only one exception to this rule and that comes in the form of two shirts that I own that are 3/4 length sleeves which I can tug on and move my around a round so that it gives me the illusion of hitting my wrist.
3. On days that I'm home, I obsessively check the mail box. The snail mail box. Like, every 15 to 20 minutes. Sometimes more, sometimes less. This doesn't change the fact that I constantly poke my head out my front door and peak in. Even if the mail has come already.
4. If someone is wearing sandals, or is barefoot, I can't help it but stare at their feet. This is some lame attempt of mine at reassuring me that others have feet that are even uglier than mine, and I'm envious when I see someone that has cute feet wrapped in some nifty sandals. Me? My feet are only cute when wrapped in socks.
5. When I'm writing, I can't sit still. I'll just randomly get up and walk around for 20 minutes aimlessly, sometimes playing out the scene in my head, sometimes holding internal conversations with muses and sometimes to just listen to some random song from some random CD. And if I don't get up? I bounce in my chair, tap my foot, bounce my leg...
6. When I go to sleep, I need things to be consistent. As in, it has to be dead quiet and pitch black, or if there must be noise (i.e. someone's got the TV up loud or is downstairs watching loud movies) it must be a consistent noise level. That means no silence punctuated with sudden explosions and blaring music. It pisses me off to no end and makes me a very cranky little girl. And I can sleep with the lights on, so long as the brightness doesn't fluctuate, or is not directly bouncing off my eyelids.
And now I tag: alison_sky, kity_of_angelus, kittydesade, bucketofribs, gumnut, and bloodraven77