God dammit.
* Each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about themselves.
* Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their ten things and post these rules.
* At the end of your blog, you need to choose ten people to get tagged and list their names.
1. I check my alarm over and over even though I know I set it right the first time.
2. Sometimes when I am alone in the car I look in my rear view mirror and yell things in some kind of retarded voice just to see how my face looks or how my mouth moves.
3. I chew on the insides of my lip. All. The. Time.
4. If I am playing video games for a long period of time, I will sometimes lay on the floor during a break and make a "snow angel" type movement to pop all kinds of areas of my back.
5. I hate back tracking in a car. If I take one route to a place, I cannot stand taking that same route back (even though I do sometimes... but I hate every second of it). Leah sometimes asks me what takes me so long to get back from work... well, that's why. When I go to school, I will take the freeway there because I need to get to class, but on my way home I will take HWY 99 to Main St just so I don't have to get back on the freeway.
6. At work, all the paperwork that is on the back counter MUST be in its proper locations (read: the locations I have given said paperwork) or I go bat-shit crazy.
7. I will sometimes make a biscuit/roll/slice of an apple/etc talk to the person next to me. Usually the food will just say "hey," and then the person I am doing it to will roll their eyes and I will stop doing it. Sometimes, if I go to KFC or someplace by myself, I will make the biscuit talk to me until I realize what I fucking idiot I am. It will usually say something to the degree of "Beau, feed me honey!" At which point I will feed the biscuit honey and then eat it.
8. When I turned 19 years old, I went out and bought the newly released Ninja Turtle toys and played with them in my college dorm room while my roommate was at class.
9. I am horribly self conscience about the scars on my back and I hate taking my shirt off in public. Over the years, the scars have gotten less visible, but I still see them as grotesque.
10. I generally require things that have letters in them to be alphabetical. Also, for the longest time all my shirts in my closet had to be hung up in their proper color locations. I have since dropped the aforementioned habit because I got lazy.
I am not going to tag anyone, because there is no one to tag.
* Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their ten things and post these rules.
* At the end of your blog, you need to choose ten people to get tagged and list their names.
1. I check my alarm over and over even though I know I set it right the first time.
2. Sometimes when I am alone in the car I look in my rear view mirror and yell things in some kind of retarded voice just to see how my face looks or how my mouth moves.
3. I chew on the insides of my lip. All. The. Time.
4. If I am playing video games for a long period of time, I will sometimes lay on the floor during a break and make a "snow angel" type movement to pop all kinds of areas of my back.
5. I hate back tracking in a car. If I take one route to a place, I cannot stand taking that same route back (even though I do sometimes... but I hate every second of it). Leah sometimes asks me what takes me so long to get back from work... well, that's why. When I go to school, I will take the freeway there because I need to get to class, but on my way home I will take HWY 99 to Main St just so I don't have to get back on the freeway.
6. At work, all the paperwork that is on the back counter MUST be in its proper locations (read: the locations I have given said paperwork) or I go bat-shit crazy.
7. I will sometimes make a biscuit/roll/slice of an apple/etc talk to the person next to me. Usually the food will just say "hey," and then the person I am doing it to will roll their eyes and I will stop doing it. Sometimes, if I go to KFC or someplace by myself, I will make the biscuit talk to me until I realize what I fucking idiot I am. It will usually say something to the degree of "Beau, feed me honey!" At which point I will feed the biscuit honey and then eat it.
8. When I turned 19 years old, I went out and bought the newly released Ninja Turtle toys and played with them in my college dorm room while my roommate was at class.
9. I am horribly self conscience about the scars on my back and I hate taking my shirt off in public. Over the years, the scars have gotten less visible, but I still see them as grotesque.
10. I generally require things that have letters in them to be alphabetical. Also, for the longest time all my shirts in my closet had to be hung up in their proper color locations. I have since dropped the aforementioned habit because I got lazy.
I am not going to tag anyone, because there is no one to tag.