Sunday, March 22, 2009

Because I was feeling self-centred today...

... I present to you some random facts about me.

I have an issue with turning down free food. I feel as though I am obliged to eat it by virtue of its lack of cost to me. I also try to pretend that this lack of cost overrides its caloric value, hence the reason I would never chow down on mini-pepperonis in my regular life, but will eat an entire bag when placed on a plate in front of me with toothpicks. This also that while I only drink one cup of coffee a day when I have to buy it, I always have a cup on the go in my workplace with its free coffee.

When I was in high school, I was known for my ever-changing hair colour- bleached blonde, jet black, orange, fire engine red. People often don't recognize me anymore when I return home with my real hair colour-- boring old dark brown. Even though I haven't coloured my hair in years, I still feel an urge whenever I walk by the cheap hair dye in the drug store. I liked being a fake red head.

I may one day murder a person for the most banal of offences. I am the type to forgive tremendous interpersonal slights, but remain irritated about the smallest rude acts. I blame it on growing up in a small town, where someone would chase you for five blocks to return the dollar that you dropped. I am affected at way too deep a level by the incourtesies of the city-- people slamming the door in your face, almost hitting you in their car, not giving up their seats for elderly women, walking in to you. A few days ago, a man in the train station ran head on into me, full tilt (and I'm a pretty small lady), then dashed off without even stopping to check on me or apologize. Fifteen minutes later, I arrived home, and the Duke asked me how I was doing. I said "I'm going to start killing bitches." Oddly enough, I can still be at the same party as people who have betrayed me in far more substantial manner, like the girl who told my boyfriend how much sex they would have had had they ever dated... I need to start getting my temper's priorities straight.

I can usually tell when something I write is going to get little response within the first hour after I post it. I then have to sit on my hands for the next several hours after that to make sure I do not impulsively delete it, deeming it no good because it isn't eliciting a response. This is the danger of having a brief stint of comment popularity. When no one read me, I judged my writing on its own merits. I'm working on getting back to that.

I sleep talk like a mofo. Usually, it is indiscriminant mumbles. However, there have been occasions when my unconscious has betrayed me. For instance, after a party, I was sharing a bed with a friend. Unknown to that friend, I had a mad crush on her ex-boyfriend. Well... at least it was unknown to her until I called out his name in my sleep.

I have seen 49 of the artists on my iPod in concert, the majority of them in the past three years. I am a bit of a concert whore. As cliched as it may be, Radiohead still stands out as the ultimate-- even though I was in the midst of a torrential downfall as I sang along to Karma Police.

My arachniphobia is totally illogical. I know it is not out of the ordinary to be afraid of spiders, but I have no problem at all with most bugs. In fact, once I was checking out this weird bug with a friend, and it was only when my face was inches away that I noticed its extra pair of legs and started to panic.

I know all the lyrics to Ain't No Fun by Snoop Dogg and co, aka. the foulest song on the planet. I'm not even comfortable quoting it here. If you are lucky enough to get me drunk, I will most likely rap it to you. It is one hell of a show.

When I was 12, all my friend were drooling over Eddie Furlong and Jonathan Brandis, while I had a crush on Charlie Sheen. Even at that age, I knew this was wrong, so I told no one. Now he creeps the hell out of me.

For a brief time this year, I was the #5 ranked contestant, and one point away from 1st place, in the CBC Hockey Pool, which has over 50 thousand contesants. I figure this scores me bragging rights for life.

I make the Duke feel my abs almost every day after I work out. I pretend he is impressed each time, but, really, I think it bores him.

I could survive off dill pickles, salt water taffy, whipped cream and cheese if I had the choice. I would probably not want to make the Duke feel my abs if I ever actually did this, though.

I get really uncomfortable when people fall asleep on public transit beside me. I also feel strangely vulnerable falling asleep in public places, like on airplanes. The idea of strangers watching me sleep is really bothersome.

I was a vegetarian from around the age of 10 through 20. I drove meat eaters crazy when they tried to feed me, as I was a vegetarian who despised multiple vegetable, including onions, peppers, mushrooms, olives, broccoli and cauliflower. I even went through a brief period where I disliked lettuce. I know that makes no sense.

I don't have a birthmark. My mom claims that my dimple, located near the top of my left cheek, is my birthmark. This dimple also guarantees that for the entirety of my life the primary adjective to describe me is "cute".

24 comments:

nova said...

i believe my boyfriend is in the top ranks of the hockey pool right now. yay?

the frog princess said...

I'm still known for my continually changing hair colours (and styles). Hair dye is fun :)

Mandy said...

Inconsiderate people in the city drive me crazy as well, there is just something to be said about being raised in a small town. Dying your hair is a wonderful way to spend the evening.

Anonymous said...

What does it mean if you have two dimples?

Bayjb said...

Wow you are awesome. I can't turn down free food either and I don't have a birthmark.

Living Dees Life said...

i absolutely love this post! i love reading about people's personalities and what makes them "tick".

Anonymous said...

I went to a party in college, about the time that I was actually comfortable going to parties (mostly because it was also about the time that I learned I actually did enjoy alcohol, and could even bring it with me in my to-go coffee cup). I remember, vividly, at this party, getting fairly intoxicated and singing a Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg song, out loud, and actually dancing as well.

In one regard, it is so not me. I tend to be somewhat quiet (without alcohol) and certainly not the type of person to share my rapping skills with the public (without alcohol).

Although I could easily think back on this experience and say, "Hey. That was embarrassing," I tend to feel pretty good about it. It was the real me coming out. Something that is rather rare, I think.

Don't be ashamed because you rap along to "Ain't No Fun." I do it all the time, when I'm alone, in my car. ;)

Maris said...

Those are good random facts! I can never think of random facts for blog memes, but you're good at it :)

Anonymous said...

Have you ever had fried pickles? Yum...

Anonymous said...

I can relate to the unpopular post part. As soon as I put up my favourite post (and the one I worked the hardest on) I texted my boyfriend demanding him to read and comment on it, because I knew no one else would. It's nerve-wracking!

Yoda said...

Maybe your fear of public sleeping stems from the fact that you spill your guts while asleep?

P said...

totally with you on the free food thing!

Michelle Fluttering Butterflies said...

I talk in my sleep all the time too. Can be very embarassing!

Matt said...

It aint no fuuuun...

if the homies can't haaaaaave none!!!!


you are awesome Pointful!

Unknown said...

I love that you rap when drunk and would love to see that! Btw, I'm a vegetarian who hates fruit. Go figure.

Chris Benjamin said...

huh, my ex had a thing for charlie sheen too. i've never been the jealous type but that particular crush always cheesed me.

Anonymous said...

I was feeling selfish yesterday, too :) And pickles are the best thing ever, though they have to be Mt. Olive kosher for me. I could live off of pickles, cheese and tomato juice for the rest of my life. haha

Anonymous said...

What a fun list! I'm often bothered by rude and inconsiderate behavior as well. I notice it more often in cities, but people in my community can be just as rude. For that very reason, I often go out of my way to be polite and considerate. I feel the need to compensate for their rudeness.

Joey said...

Ohh, I remember the days of "Ain't No Fun"...driving around in my friend's old little blue Golf looking for parties. I don't think I know the lyrics anymore, but I did back then.
I talk in my sleep too. Oddly enough, often about food, like empanadas and candy apple floss (don't even think that's a real item, more like a fusion of carnival food)

Anonymous said...

I could survive off dill pickles, salt water taffy, whipped cream and cheese

...i hope not all at once. blergh.
lol.

ALSO...i'm a sleeptalker TOOO...my roomie in college says her bf at the time and i had a full out convo in our sleep one night HAHAHA.

small acts of rudeness really get me hopping mad too (see: shoppers drug mart psycho)

Crushed said...

I ALWAYs go to sleep on trains...

As soon as they move off...

I know what you mean by judging what you write on the basis of response. It still upsets me sometimes when I spend hours on a post getting ity just right and then it remains largely unread, whereas ones I do half drunk get people talking. Still. C'est la vie.

Karma Police is a classic, full credit there.

Anonymous said...

I could easily survive on salt water taffy as well...yum!

ChinkyGirLMeL said...

I know what you mean, lack of manners really get to me too. And free food? Gosh, can't turn that one down either. I always try to eat it all or share it with other people.
I've been dying my hair since I was in the 6th grade. Mom keeps scaring me by saying I'm going to get brain cancer or something. lols...great blog by the way, I'm really glad to have run across your page. Will drop by again soon.

Tonya said...

Love those! I have a hard time falling asleep in public places too. Maybe it's from all the advice I got before I went to Europe about people stealing stuff when you fell asleep, scarred me for life!