- I am the same size now as I was when I was 12 years old. I've been the same size for over 15 years. When I tell people this, they look me up and down and say, "Boy, you were a big 12 year old." Then I shrug nonchalantly and reply, "Well...you're a fatty. So, there!"
- I am almost never caffeinated. I rarely drink soft drinks, coffee or tea. This makes me feel superior as I stumble around, babbling incoherently.
- I easily make any social situation strained and uncomfortable. This is a result of early social development with inanimate objects in the safety of my bedroom - until the age of 19 when I was released for post-secondary education. At the University of Toronto, I naturally became a fixture at the campus newspaper, The Varsity.
- I consistently injure myself in unheroic ways. I've sat on a curling iron, fallen down a flight of stairs, fallen off a bike going at top speed, and tripped and fell on nothing. In each instance, I honestly had noone to blame but myself.
- If I don't get enough sleep or enough to eat, I get grumpy. Okay, I've run out of weird facts about myself.
Saturday, January 07, 2006
Tagged: 5 weird things about me
I've been tagged by Dymaxion World and now I need to list five weird things about myself. Never one to refuse the opportunity to talk about myself, I will proceed:
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Run out of weird things to say about yourself? Not true!
You're right. I remember more weird facts about myself:
6) I frequently like to ask friends whether they would still be friends with me if I was a man. Or better yet, would they be sexually attracted to me? My significant other has already concluded that he would not be my lover nor my friend if I was male.
7) I really, really like couriers. When I see a goodlooking courier pass by, my head swivels and it feels like springtime. Hence, my favourite sport to watch is the Tour de France, because it's like watching lots and lots of couriers, for two weeks. People have told me that they find cycling as a spectator sport boring. I find it relaxing - like a nice massage in the middle of a French pasture.
Sat on a curling iron?! Hahahahaha. Awesome.
But let me ask you this... have you ever gotten dressed, only to realize there was a wrinkle somewhere that there shouldn't be, but were too lazy to get undressed just for 2 seconds of ironing, and so decided, what the hell, it's only two seconds, it's not like it'll hurt, right? Wrong! Trust me... 2 seconds is too long...
Just iron the wrinkle while wearing that shirt. It's fantastic!
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