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I have been flagged down and sucked in. OH well. hehe. thanks Jenny, the love of my LIFE!!! haha. Youre lucky I find you so cute. haha..
Rules of the game: Post 5 Weird and Random facts about yourself, then at the end list the names of 5 people who are next in line to do this.
5 Random Facts... about me
1). I Love Jesus... a lot.
Thats probably not so random, but its definitely the biggest part of me, and of who I am. I couldnt just leave Him out of this. I dont want to leave Him out of anything!! I cant avoid Him, He's everywhere in my life, He consumes me, and I love every second of it. Thats just the kind of God He is, He is unforgettable. In every way. haha sorry. couldnt resist.
2). I write poems that don't rhyme.
I guess this is going against some grain. For some reason, the fact that this shocks people is news to me. Supposedly most of the literate population expects Mother Goose forum of sound when reading poems. But I stick to free verse... and I'm not the only one! (shocking, I know) And I actually like poems better that way. Since I hate math, I hate restrictions, formulas, and any form of supressed expression. therefore. i refuse to rhyme. its more of a rebellion than a form of laziness or uncreativity.
3).I am VERY bad at math
As an appendage to the previous fact, I am almost comically ridiculous at math and all things related. That means spatial reasoning, fractions, measurement, learning languages, directions.. you name it. I just succumb to the fact that i stink at those things, and in the inevitable event of failure, i justify it with my excuse: "What?! I'm an English major!" But yeah, its not even funny, I've had numerous people say things to me like, "its counting, Lydia!!!" Or "Its just fractions!!" Meanwhile I'm drooling.
4). My hair IS natural, folks! And surprisingly, many people are afraid to confirm their suspicions about it and ASK!
It's a birthmark. The skin there is white (devoid of pigment), the hair grows out white. My dad had it. His dad had it. My kids will most definitely have it. Its just one of those things. But regardless of how little that seems to move me, people are still very wary of it. They will go for months at a time without saying anything about the fact that the front of my skull is blazed with non-root forming white hair. I think they're afraid to shatter my ultra fragile, paper thin self esteem by pointing out an obvious fact. "Hey you, your heads white, whats the deal?" OHH THE TRAUMA! World...closing...in... haha. Not really. Its nice of people to be so gentle and senstive about it, but i would rather they just asked me as soon as they met me, instead of wrestling internally about it for months, coming up with all sorts of theories (as in: maybe its shes a burn victim; or maybe she's really committed to dying it every single night with a clorox bleach pen or something; or [this is a great one] she got hit in the head with a rock) I hear all sorts of crazy things. But really, i dont care. God put it there, I like it. Stop making your brain sweat, and ASK ME!
5). I'm actually crazy about my parents. And I even miss them regularly.
I am one of those rare, novel species of children who dont hate or find themselves beyond annoyed with their parental units on a regular basis. At 19 I have already managed to attain that almost friendship like relationship where I pounce on my mom's bed to talk to her about my day and the events of my life, having missed her the whole day. I dont know what it is. Maybe its because they're so awesome... I definitely go through withdrawl when i dont spend good quality time in their presence for more than a week. But then again, i've never once gotten homesick. Odd. I think i miss them more when i'm home with them but dont have the time to sit down with them, than when im away for weeks at a time on missions trips or camps. Idk. I like them. Bottom line.
That was fun. Hope you all enjoyed getting to read about pointless aspects of my life. hahah. Now i get to menance the public by tagging others. Ready Courtney, Nikki, Mike D, Laura, and Brent???
Rules of the game: Post 5 Weird and Random facts about yourself, then at the end list the names of 5 people who are next in line to do this.
5 Random Facts... about me
1). I Love Jesus... a lot.
Thats probably not so random, but its definitely the biggest part of me, and of who I am. I couldnt just leave Him out of this. I dont want to leave Him out of anything!! I cant avoid Him, He's everywhere in my life, He consumes me, and I love every second of it. Thats just the kind of God He is, He is unforgettable. In every way. haha sorry. couldnt resist.
2). I write poems that don't rhyme.
I guess this is going against some grain. For some reason, the fact that this shocks people is news to me. Supposedly most of the literate population expects Mother Goose forum of sound when reading poems. But I stick to free verse... and I'm not the only one! (shocking, I know) And I actually like poems better that way. Since I hate math, I hate restrictions, formulas, and any form of supressed expression. therefore. i refuse to rhyme. its more of a rebellion than a form of laziness or uncreativity.
3).I am VERY bad at math
As an appendage to the previous fact, I am almost comically ridiculous at math and all things related. That means spatial reasoning, fractions, measurement, learning languages, directions.. you name it. I just succumb to the fact that i stink at those things, and in the inevitable event of failure, i justify it with my excuse: "What?! I'm an English major!" But yeah, its not even funny, I've had numerous people say things to me like, "its counting, Lydia!!!" Or "Its just fractions!!" Meanwhile I'm drooling.
4). My hair IS natural, folks! And surprisingly, many people are afraid to confirm their suspicions about it and ASK!
It's a birthmark. The skin there is white (devoid of pigment), the hair grows out white. My dad had it. His dad had it. My kids will most definitely have it. Its just one of those things. But regardless of how little that seems to move me, people are still very wary of it. They will go for months at a time without saying anything about the fact that the front of my skull is blazed with non-root forming white hair. I think they're afraid to shatter my ultra fragile, paper thin self esteem by pointing out an obvious fact. "Hey you, your heads white, whats the deal?" OHH THE TRAUMA! World...closing...in... haha. Not really. Its nice of people to be so gentle and senstive about it, but i would rather they just asked me as soon as they met me, instead of wrestling internally about it for months, coming up with all sorts of theories (as in: maybe its shes a burn victim; or maybe she's really committed to dying it every single night with a clorox bleach pen or something; or [this is a great one] she got hit in the head with a rock) I hear all sorts of crazy things. But really, i dont care. God put it there, I like it. Stop making your brain sweat, and ASK ME!
5). I'm actually crazy about my parents. And I even miss them regularly.
I am one of those rare, novel species of children who dont hate or find themselves beyond annoyed with their parental units on a regular basis. At 19 I have already managed to attain that almost friendship like relationship where I pounce on my mom's bed to talk to her about my day and the events of my life, having missed her the whole day. I dont know what it is. Maybe its because they're so awesome... I definitely go through withdrawl when i dont spend good quality time in their presence for more than a week. But then again, i've never once gotten homesick. Odd. I think i miss them more when i'm home with them but dont have the time to sit down with them, than when im away for weeks at a time on missions trips or camps. Idk. I like them. Bottom line.
That was fun. Hope you all enjoyed getting to read about pointless aspects of my life. hahah. Now i get to menance the public by tagging others. Ready Courtney, Nikki, Mike D, Laura, and Brent???