Memery
Because I saw it on mithrigil and sheffiesharpe's journals. And it looked interesting.
Instructions: Each player starts with seven random habits/facts about him/herself. People who are tagged need to write on their own blogs about their seven things, as well as these rules. We don't believe in tagging here, so do it if you want.
1. I am absolutely not a morning person, as rage_goblin can attest (or, really, anyone who's tried to wake me before I'm ready.) Left to my own devices, I'm a thoroughly nocturnal creature; I spent about two months after I graduated university but before I got a job in which I would stay up until 7 am every single day, sleep until 3 pm, and go round again. It wasn't even that I was doing much apart from dinking around on the computer, but that's the cycle my body settled on.
2. I talk to myself all the time. Sometimes out loud, sometimes inside my head. This has varying purposes. A lot of times in the morning I have to alternately threaten, coax, cajole, command, and then outright scream at myself to get out of bed. I am not a nice person when attempting to talk myself into or out of something in my silent monologue; I call myself all manner of names and insult myself to no end as a means of motivation. "You stupid, worthless bitch" is a particular favourite. Also "quit failing at life and quit wasting oxygen, now get on with it." When that fails to work, I resort to self-bribery: chocolate works well, or curling up with a trashy novel, or video games. (I think it says a lot that I resort to bribery after viciously ripping into myself fails to do the trick...)
3. Following with number two: I tell stories in my head all the time, too. Sometimes they're things I want to write. ...Mostly, they are drivel in which I star as the MarySue-like awesome princess of awesomeness. I figure my life is boring and terrible enough, I want to be totally awesome in my head. I do my best not to let this leak into actual writing.
4. I can't stand writing fiction on paper unless it's absolutely required. If I want to be able to read my writing later, I have to write slowly in order to make it be legible; this means my hand cannot keep up with my brain, and I often lose sentences halfway through and become incredibly frustrated. I resort to paper for planning purposes almost all the time, though. If I am really, really blocked on a story, I'll try it on paper and see where that gets me.
5. I read rather freakishly fast. I distinctly recall ripping through my copy of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix in a shade or two under six hours (875 pp.) and that was allowing for the ten or fifteen minutes I spent crying and ranting a chapter from the end, as well as multiple breaks to go retrieve lemonade.
6. My room is constantly a mess because I have no attention span for cleaning, and also too much stuff and too few places to put it. Any horizontal space immediately becomes decorated with whatever didn't fit anywhere else.
7. I love cats. Multiple people have informed me I must have been a cat in a previous life. I apparently sneeze like a cat, and I mew and purr and stretch like one. I really want a kitten, because I want something small and adorable and lovable. This makes me feel guilty and traitorous toward my current feline companion, Ganon, who is often as evil as his name suggests but does have his good days, and it's then that I feel guilty.
Oooookay. Overdone rambling = sign I need to go to bed.
Instructions: Each player starts with seven random habits/facts about him/herself. People who are tagged need to write on their own blogs about their seven things, as well as these rules. We don't believe in tagging here, so do it if you want.
1. I am absolutely not a morning person, as rage_goblin can attest (or, really, anyone who's tried to wake me before I'm ready.) Left to my own devices, I'm a thoroughly nocturnal creature; I spent about two months after I graduated university but before I got a job in which I would stay up until 7 am every single day, sleep until 3 pm, and go round again. It wasn't even that I was doing much apart from dinking around on the computer, but that's the cycle my body settled on.
2. I talk to myself all the time. Sometimes out loud, sometimes inside my head. This has varying purposes. A lot of times in the morning I have to alternately threaten, coax, cajole, command, and then outright scream at myself to get out of bed. I am not a nice person when attempting to talk myself into or out of something in my silent monologue; I call myself all manner of names and insult myself to no end as a means of motivation. "You stupid, worthless bitch" is a particular favourite. Also "quit failing at life and quit wasting oxygen, now get on with it." When that fails to work, I resort to self-bribery: chocolate works well, or curling up with a trashy novel, or video games. (I think it says a lot that I resort to bribery after viciously ripping into myself fails to do the trick...)
3. Following with number two: I tell stories in my head all the time, too. Sometimes they're things I want to write. ...Mostly, they are drivel in which I star as the MarySue-like awesome princess of awesomeness. I figure my life is boring and terrible enough, I want to be totally awesome in my head. I do my best not to let this leak into actual writing.
4. I can't stand writing fiction on paper unless it's absolutely required. If I want to be able to read my writing later, I have to write slowly in order to make it be legible; this means my hand cannot keep up with my brain, and I often lose sentences halfway through and become incredibly frustrated. I resort to paper for planning purposes almost all the time, though. If I am really, really blocked on a story, I'll try it on paper and see where that gets me.
5. I read rather freakishly fast. I distinctly recall ripping through my copy of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix in a shade or two under six hours (875 pp.) and that was allowing for the ten or fifteen minutes I spent crying and ranting a chapter from the end, as well as multiple breaks to go retrieve lemonade.
6. My room is constantly a mess because I have no attention span for cleaning, and also too much stuff and too few places to put it. Any horizontal space immediately becomes decorated with whatever didn't fit anywhere else.
7. I love cats. Multiple people have informed me I must have been a cat in a previous life. I apparently sneeze like a cat, and I mew and purr and stretch like one. I really want a kitten, because I want something small and adorable and lovable. This makes me feel guilty and traitorous toward my current feline companion, Ganon, who is often as evil as his name suggests but does have his good days, and it's then that I feel guilty.
Oooookay. Overdone rambling = sign I need to go to bed.