Screw Facebook
Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.
(To do this, go to "notes" under tabs on your profile page, paste these instructions in the body of the note, type your 25 random things, tag 25 people (in the right hand corner of the app) then click publish.)
Facebook Rules don't apply. HA.
1. My eczema has made several doctors go "wow." It's particularly strange that I bleed out of my pores, but it has no long lasting effects besides being painful. It also makes me more prone to infections. This condition is actually considered harmless.
2. I failed to get into the gifted program in grade school/middle school/high school by a small amount of points. I was later shoved into the remedial reading program because I had trouble reading out loud--I was previously diagnosed with a lisp in kinder garden but they didn't think it was related. Despite, you know, me tripping over "S" words.
3. Speaking of lisps. I still have one. It pops up when I'm nervous or wearing a retainer.
4. If I yell for more than two minutes 9/10 I will lose my voice the next day.
5. I don't talk much. My father likes to check up on me because I'm so quiet.
6. When I was 10 I was brutally harassed and picked on for being black. This is the only racist experience that really stuck with me. And for the record I'm biracial.
7. My mom wanted me to be a doctor. Actually. A lot of people wanted me to be a doctor. Obviously I flipped them off and took a different route.
8. I tend to be a bitch because people used to take advantage of my kindness.
9. I was adopted. When I was younger I enjoyed not telling people and introducing them to my very white parents. I still get some pretty awesome reactions when I introduce my Dad to people.
10. I've always been high strung with a low tolerance for people fooling around when I (or they) need to focus.
11. I like planning big trips in advance. But generally if I have to plan anything for other people it freaks me out. Spur of the moment realizations bring me more joy than planning out every detail.
12. I still have trouble reading out loud. I'm better at spewing self confidence now that I've gotten older, so I can cover up my horrible slip ups.
13. Have the time I'm guessing, I swear.
14. People have this funny way of blurting out really important information at me, and despite trying very hard to forget it, I do remember quite a bit.
15. Most of my emotions are through my eyebrows. Watch them sometime.
16. I don't like forcing a smile. I think I look like a serial killer half the time.
17. I like to go on information binges. This includes reading one volume of an encyclopedia cover to cover, from using research databases to find out information on a random subject matter. Normally it's history related.
18. In High School several teachers wanted me to get my degree in English. I was planning on double majoring until I met a particular professor at Chester College. As awesome as he was, his view on literature irritated me, as did the particular voice he used to read everything out loud. But the amount of reading assignments he gave was when I decided I couldn't double major because it would kill me. 20 hours of studio time required for a class + reading a book a week /= sane me.
19. I am the only one in my family, biological and otherwise, to wear incredibly thick glasses. Without them my very orange cat blends into the brown carpet. He latched onto my leg once because I almost stepped on him.
20. The idea of having children makes cringe. I also have the biological predisposition to develop diabetes if I ever get pregnant. I think that might be a sign from God.
21. By default I think everyone hates me because I don't always say what they want to hear. On a similar vain I don't like to give critique because no one truly likes to have their art criticized.
22. I have a love hate relationship with artwork and writing. Hate might be winning.
23. When I was five I accidentally set myself on fire when I tried to help my mother with cooking. This is why I'm probably skittish around my own gas stove.
24. I'm okay with being fat. I'm not okay with skinny people bitching about being over weight. It fills me with rage, and I was half tempted to smack someone with my size 22 pants to illustrate a point. However, I am actually nicer than that.
25. If I'm nice to you, don't take it for granted. It's very difficult for me to actually care about people.
Mmm. Fantastic way to waste time.