After a very very very long time... a stolen meme.
Five Weird Quirks
■ I hate, and I do mean hate, to see people who have painted their nails and they have splashes of varnish over their cuticles and fingers. They've just left it there after taking the time to apply the polish and leave it to dry, with splashes and blobs of colour. And it does my head in! I mean - it's not like it's hard to solve. Get a cotton bud, wet it in remover and rub the offending varnish away. Done. Grrrr.
■ I don't like doors to be closed. They can be just touching the door frame, wood touching wood but I hate hate to have it actually closed. I can't settle and have to go and open it. When I get a flat of my own I'm tempted to remove all the doors in my place and hide them in the garage - till the landlord discovers what I've done and makes me put them back!
■ I hate having my nails done longer than 2 days. Once day two hits I start fiddling with my nails. I love painting my nails and letting them dry and decorating them but then another colour catches my eye and all I can think is - not long now, precious! Soon... soon you will have your turn. I think this also stems from the fact I hate chipped varnish. This should technically be #4 but I refuse to have 3 quirks dedicated to nail varnish. XD Chipped varnish is not to be tolerated!
■ It's only been in the last year that I've gotten into cooking. Before then it was something to be look to in fear. Ask anyone who knows me reasonably well and they'll tell you - I'm super accident prone. So to put me in direct contact with things that could stab/burn/scald me is NOT a good thing. And yet I forayed into the world of bakery March 2011 and never looked back. And now I'm pretty darn good at it, if I say so myself. Would love to make a go of trying to make a living at it but I'm not sure how I'd feel after having to spend all morning/noon/night baking and flogging them. Still nice dream! And it's lovely to get all shiny eyed over a trip to Lakeland to look at the baking section rather than to get the same look over OPI's latest varnish collection. ¬_¬
■ I'm a complete book hoarder! I have hundreds and hundreds of them on bookshelves, piled on the floor - about 5 giant boxes stacked in the garage and hidden in the spare room all waiting to be read. If I see something I like I buy it knowing that chances are I'll forget what the book was I was recommended/saw so if I got it there and then it would be on the bookshelf for when I want it. Problem is that then there ends up being another book and another review and the previous book goes on the shelf to be ignored. I love a good charity shop find too. Finding an untouched book in a charity shop and getting it for £1 or so makes me very happy! It's like the ultimate bargain for me! Not so long ago I got a new copy of The Owl Killer by Karen Maitland for £1.50. And The Last Werewolf by Glen Duncan for 50p. Oh and a copy of The Hobbit for £1!!! But even if they aren't read for a long time I'm ok with that knowing that when I have my flat and am poor and hungry I will at least not have to worry about needing to find a good book to read (and try and block out the hunger pangs while reading!)
Tag, you're it.
■ I hate, and I do mean hate, to see people who have painted their nails and they have splashes of varnish over their cuticles and fingers. They've just left it there after taking the time to apply the polish and leave it to dry, with splashes and blobs of colour. And it does my head in! I mean - it's not like it's hard to solve. Get a cotton bud, wet it in remover and rub the offending varnish away. Done. Grrrr.
■ I don't like doors to be closed. They can be just touching the door frame, wood touching wood but I hate hate to have it actually closed. I can't settle and have to go and open it. When I get a flat of my own I'm tempted to remove all the doors in my place and hide them in the garage - till the landlord discovers what I've done and makes me put them back!
■ I hate having my nails done longer than 2 days. Once day two hits I start fiddling with my nails. I love painting my nails and letting them dry and decorating them but then another colour catches my eye and all I can think is - not long now, precious! Soon... soon you will have your turn. I think this also stems from the fact I hate chipped varnish. This should technically be #4 but I refuse to have 3 quirks dedicated to nail varnish. XD Chipped varnish is not to be tolerated!
■ It's only been in the last year that I've gotten into cooking. Before then it was something to be look to in fear. Ask anyone who knows me reasonably well and they'll tell you - I'm super accident prone. So to put me in direct contact with things that could stab/burn/scald me is NOT a good thing. And yet I forayed into the world of bakery March 2011 and never looked back. And now I'm pretty darn good at it, if I say so myself. Would love to make a go of trying to make a living at it but I'm not sure how I'd feel after having to spend all morning/noon/night baking and flogging them. Still nice dream! And it's lovely to get all shiny eyed over a trip to Lakeland to look at the baking section rather than to get the same look over OPI's latest varnish collection. ¬_¬
■ I'm a complete book hoarder! I have hundreds and hundreds of them on bookshelves, piled on the floor - about 5 giant boxes stacked in the garage and hidden in the spare room all waiting to be read. If I see something I like I buy it knowing that chances are I'll forget what the book was I was recommended/saw so if I got it there and then it would be on the bookshelf for when I want it. Problem is that then there ends up being another book and another review and the previous book goes on the shelf to be ignored. I love a good charity shop find too. Finding an untouched book in a charity shop and getting it for £1 or so makes me very happy! It's like the ultimate bargain for me! Not so long ago I got a new copy of The Owl Killer by Karen Maitland for £1.50. And The Last Werewolf by Glen Duncan for 50p. Oh and a copy of The Hobbit for £1!!! But even if they aren't read for a long time I'm ok with that knowing that when I have my flat and am poor and hungry I will at least not have to worry about needing to find a good book to read (and try and block out the hunger pangs while reading!)
Tag, you're it.