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alright, NOW i can post a (lame) entry.
INSTRUCTIONS: A person who gets tagged must write in his/her blog ten weird things, habits, or little known facts about him/herself. He/she should also state this rule clearly. At the end, he/she should tag six other people, except the one who tagged him/her.
i'm totally only doing this because
noiseaholic22 said i wouldn't.
too bad i dont even have six lj people to tag. har har. everyones moved on to facebook. unfortunately, i hate most of the people in my past. so. i dunno if ill be doing THAT. also myspace. whats so great about myspace? i think its cheap-looking, slow, ugly and cumbersome. unweildy, you might say. like a mastadon.... or a... uh. itunes.
(i dont know what a mastadon looks like.)
(hmm.... they don't look THAT ugly. slow and cumbersome, though.)
i'm hungry.
alright then.
number one! uh.... i recently had a pretty bad 'house' addiction and downloaded the entire series in the space of a couple of weeks. it was terrible. i'm pretty glad i've finished the entire series, or who knows how bad i would have gotten! the funny thing is they're just sitting there in my computer and i'll probably never watch them again. i'm still missing a few episodes of the first season.
number two! hmm....i always sleep on my right side, because that way i'm facing away from the wall, towards the window. i like to press my back up against the wall sometimes when i'm sleeping. i dont know why. i always feel more comfortable with my back covered. not in a 'gonna get attacked, must defend self' sort of way, thats just what i do. i'm a little weird. anyway, what with the recent cartilage piercing on the right side, and also the eyebrow i spose, i cant sleep on that side for like, 6 months, until it's finished healing. its very difficult. even when i slept predominantly on my right side, you gotta SWITCH sometimes. it gets uncomfortable! my shoulders hurt! bitch! moan! oh yeah, by the way, i got my right eyebrow and right helix (cartilagey bit of the ear) peirced. it's pretty hot, if i do say so myself.
number three! um...*thinks* my vibrator is purple and sparkly! everyone wanted to know that. personally, i would've picked something a bit squishier for myself, but i guess men don't have a great deal of vibrator savvy. hey, they came out with these 'ivibe' things which kind of freak me out, but kind of look totally awesome. there's a cock ring and a vibrator in the set, and the vibrate with the beat of the music playing on your ipod. isnt that awesome/scary?
number four! uhhh... now i'm stuck on sex... *thinks hard* heh heh, hard. .... yeeeah. hmm.. well, i have a weird underwear obsession. almost every single time i go shopping, i buy an awful lot of underwear. i'm especially fond of lacy shorts. i love lace, even though it's incredibly impractical (handwashing? bah!)...it's quite comfy. and i think it makes my ass look good. i've also been looking for underwear with cherries on them for a while and i just found an awesome pair. awesome. i think it's because, due to my enormous chest, i can't buy much (fitting) laungerie, without having it custom made, and fuck that. so i compensate buy having way too much underwear. seems to be working so far (?)
number five! this is reminding me of that controller controller song. where they just spout random numbers for most of the song. i like controller controller. too bad they broke up. the bass player went to school with aaron, the guy from my work, who i have an itsy bitsy crush on. apparently he had terrible teeth, and aarons gay friend liked him alot. does this count as a point? it does now.
number six! grapefruit in french is pamplemousse. thats pamp-le-mousse. i wish i spoke french.
number seven! when i sleep, i can't do it without wrapping myself up tightly in my blanket, to make a sort of sleeping bag. i dont know why. its especially important around the back and my feet. also, my head has to be covered. i cant sleep if my ear isn't covered. i don't know why. it's probably a security thing. at least i dont have to check under my bed before i go to sleep anymore, that went on for a while. anyway, once when i was little, leslie got a van goph birthday card, and inside was an ear made of that stuff, where if you put it in water, it expands to several times it's original size. so you put it in a bottle, and in a week or so you have an enormous, disgusting, squishy slimy gross giant ear/hand/foot/alligator. (these are the things we have gotten before. used to get them in our stockings.) anyway, the point is, i was terrified that van goph would come through my window and take my ear, since he was missing his. i was very small, remember. like 4.
number eight! leslie hides her liqour bottles in the bathroom cupboard in makeup bags, under her mattress, in the table next to her bed, in the linen closet, and at the back of the kitchen cupboards. smooth. (i'm sure there's other spots.)
number nine! i'm really getting sick of these exclamation marks. it really annoys me when bands put punctuation in their titles, like godspeed you! black emperor, and panic! at the disco, and silverchair (who insist on spelling their name with a lower case letter, although you can't tell here, because everything i type is in lower case, because im just that lazy. i also don't really like silverchair.)
number ten! this is the last one. perhaps i should make it count. ahh... i cant keep watches. they either break immediatly or i lose them. its really weird. i've gotten pretty good about not losing all my stuff (as i used to do)...but its WATCHES. they dissapear or break. always! why? i mean, sometimes the battery just runs out. but it runs out FAST. and runs out AGAIN. when i get it REPLACED. so like. whats up with that. anyway now i just use my phone, which thankfully hasn't broken yet. oh wait! yes it has! twice in a row! terrific. anyway, thats not my fault. motorolla makes shitty ass phones. thats right, i'm talking to you, motorolla, you shitty piece of shit. aaaanyway... the point is... i don't want to go to school tonight.
im still hungry.
so anyways, take that, all ten things....sort of. i really don't know who reads this anymore, if anyone, so i'm not going to bother with the list. instead, if you read this, consider yourself tagged. that's right.. i'm talking to YOU, tag-ee.
INSTRUCTIONS: A person who gets tagged must write in his/her blog ten weird things, habits, or little known facts about him/herself. He/she should also state this rule clearly. At the end, he/she should tag six other people, except the one who tagged him/her.
i'm totally only doing this because
noiseaholic22 said i wouldn't.
too bad i dont even have six lj people to tag. har har. everyones moved on to facebook. unfortunately, i hate most of the people in my past. so. i dunno if ill be doing THAT. also myspace. whats so great about myspace? i think its cheap-looking, slow, ugly and cumbersome. unweildy, you might say. like a mastadon.... or a... uh. itunes.
(i dont know what a mastadon looks like.)
(hmm.... they don't look THAT ugly. slow and cumbersome, though.)
i'm hungry.
alright then.
number one! uh.... i recently had a pretty bad 'house' addiction and downloaded the entire series in the space of a couple of weeks. it was terrible. i'm pretty glad i've finished the entire series, or who knows how bad i would have gotten! the funny thing is they're just sitting there in my computer and i'll probably never watch them again. i'm still missing a few episodes of the first season.
number two! hmm....i always sleep on my right side, because that way i'm facing away from the wall, towards the window. i like to press my back up against the wall sometimes when i'm sleeping. i dont know why. i always feel more comfortable with my back covered. not in a 'gonna get attacked, must defend self' sort of way, thats just what i do. i'm a little weird. anyway, what with the recent cartilage piercing on the right side, and also the eyebrow i spose, i cant sleep on that side for like, 6 months, until it's finished healing. its very difficult. even when i slept predominantly on my right side, you gotta SWITCH sometimes. it gets uncomfortable! my shoulders hurt! bitch! moan! oh yeah, by the way, i got my right eyebrow and right helix (cartilagey bit of the ear) peirced. it's pretty hot, if i do say so myself.
number three! um...*thinks* my vibrator is purple and sparkly! everyone wanted to know that. personally, i would've picked something a bit squishier for myself, but i guess men don't have a great deal of vibrator savvy. hey, they came out with these 'ivibe' things which kind of freak me out, but kind of look totally awesome. there's a cock ring and a vibrator in the set, and the vibrate with the beat of the music playing on your ipod. isnt that awesome/scary?
number four! uhhh... now i'm stuck on sex... *thinks hard* heh heh, hard. .... yeeeah. hmm.. well, i have a weird underwear obsession. almost every single time i go shopping, i buy an awful lot of underwear. i'm especially fond of lacy shorts. i love lace, even though it's incredibly impractical (handwashing? bah!)...it's quite comfy. and i think it makes my ass look good. i've also been looking for underwear with cherries on them for a while and i just found an awesome pair. awesome. i think it's because, due to my enormous chest, i can't buy much (fitting) laungerie, without having it custom made, and fuck that. so i compensate buy having way too much underwear. seems to be working so far (?)
number five! this is reminding me of that controller controller song. where they just spout random numbers for most of the song. i like controller controller. too bad they broke up. the bass player went to school with aaron, the guy from my work, who i have an itsy bitsy crush on. apparently he had terrible teeth, and aarons gay friend liked him alot. does this count as a point? it does now.
number six! grapefruit in french is pamplemousse. thats pamp-le-mousse. i wish i spoke french.
number seven! when i sleep, i can't do it without wrapping myself up tightly in my blanket, to make a sort of sleeping bag. i dont know why. its especially important around the back and my feet. also, my head has to be covered. i cant sleep if my ear isn't covered. i don't know why. it's probably a security thing. at least i dont have to check under my bed before i go to sleep anymore, that went on for a while. anyway, once when i was little, leslie got a van goph birthday card, and inside was an ear made of that stuff, where if you put it in water, it expands to several times it's original size. so you put it in a bottle, and in a week or so you have an enormous, disgusting, squishy slimy gross giant ear/hand/foot/alligator. (these are the things we have gotten before. used to get them in our stockings.) anyway, the point is, i was terrified that van goph would come through my window and take my ear, since he was missing his. i was very small, remember. like 4.
number eight! leslie hides her liqour bottles in the bathroom cupboard in makeup bags, under her mattress, in the table next to her bed, in the linen closet, and at the back of the kitchen cupboards. smooth. (i'm sure there's other spots.)
number nine! i'm really getting sick of these exclamation marks. it really annoys me when bands put punctuation in their titles, like godspeed you! black emperor, and panic! at the disco, and silverchair (who insist on spelling their name with a lower case letter, although you can't tell here, because everything i type is in lower case, because im just that lazy. i also don't really like silverchair.)
number ten! this is the last one. perhaps i should make it count. ahh... i cant keep watches. they either break immediatly or i lose them. its really weird. i've gotten pretty good about not losing all my stuff (as i used to do)...but its WATCHES. they dissapear or break. always! why? i mean, sometimes the battery just runs out. but it runs out FAST. and runs out AGAIN. when i get it REPLACED. so like. whats up with that. anyway now i just use my phone, which thankfully hasn't broken yet. oh wait! yes it has! twice in a row! terrific. anyway, thats not my fault. motorolla makes shitty ass phones. thats right, i'm talking to you, motorolla, you shitty piece of shit. aaaanyway... the point is... i don't want to go to school tonight.
im still hungry.
so anyways, take that, all ten things....sort of. i really don't know who reads this anymore, if anyone, so i'm not going to bother with the list. instead, if you read this, consider yourself tagged. that's right.. i'm talking to YOU, tag-ee.