Monday, December 18, 2006

Another Weird Meme from AR

"THE RULES: Each player of this game starts with the "6 weird things about you." People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" in their comments and tell them to read your blog."

Six weird things about me:
  1. I still check under the bed before I go to sleep, and always have a dim light on where I can see it from my bed. I blame it on an overactive imagination and watching too many crime dramas.
  2. Having a dentist clean my teeth gives me the shivers. The feel of the metal on my teeth, even just the mirror, is like nails on a chalkboard to me.
  3. I have a terrible sense of smell. Almost no sense of smell - stuff has to be really strong for me to smell it.
  4. I can spend hours on a text-based RPG, but don't generally spend a lot of time on regular graphic video games.
  5. I have no problems waiting in airports. Ever. I love people watching, particularly if there are delays. It's fascinating. And, if all else fails, there's always knitting, reading, puzzles and napping on your carry-on bag. I have only lost my temper with anyone while traveling once, and that was some lady who was really being a bitch about a weather delay. Like there's anything anyone can do about the weather.
  6. I work on crossword puzzles before I go to bed every night. They relax me, somehow.

3 comments:

AR said...

My bedframe touches the floor and it's solid, so no bad guys can be under it.

I used to do crosswords a lot. Now, I knit. hehe

Great weirdness. hehe

AR said...

One more thing. Cool countdown banner thingy, I went and got one, too! :) Thanks for the neat link!

Amie said...

Yay, non-smelling people! We need a club!

I'm much braver than you and don't check under the bed. I do leap from halfway across the room so that no one could grab my ankle while trying to climb up.

I blame that on my father, whose greatest joy is making sure you know every possible thing that could go wrong (while I'm getting gas, someone is going to crawl under my car and slice my achilles tendon when I get back in the car... when I'm away at work and the dog is locked up, someone will break in and be waiting for me, and the dog won't be able to help... it goes on and on...)