whenever i'm bored, i love reading and re-reading all the random things i've had to say, even if they didn't mean any sentimental value whatsoever. so "my week (and then some days) after" new years resolution is to blog as often as possible, just so when i'm having "one of those days", i can read over these random, useless posts and chuckle over 'emm.
10 things most people don't know about me:
1. i use my magic 8 ball more often than i should: when i'm stuck in a situation and i don't know whether or not i should act upon it, for temporary answers to ease my anxiety, when it's late at night, and i don't know whether or not i should eat, etc..
2. when i get nervous, i tug on my ponytail behind my back, i wiggle my toes in my shoes, and i sing the chorus of "ghetto superstar" in my mind. don't judge me, that songs dope.
3. whenever i walk up the stairs, hardly ever do i take one step at a time. i always take two or more steps, (depending on the stretchiness of my pants), just because taking one step at a time psyches me (since they're such little steps and i'm used to taking big steps when i'm walking.)
4. there have been way too many times in my recollection of memories where the assoctiation of anything i think, or notice, comes true, or happens to me.. so i guess that the whole "jinx" thoery has kinda proved itself to be anything but a superstition to me. so whenever i think of something negative, i literally jump to knock on wood. lame, i know, but it makes me feel "safer". ha.
5. i can't swallow pills. i. just. can't. pain relievers, vitamins, any sort of supplement in tablet form have to be crushed or ground before i can even think of swallowing them. i've tried everything to change this, from first practicing by swallowing boba, to trying to swallow the pills with a mouthful of other foods, but the thought of it makes me gag. occasionally, but not often, do i get lucky enough to summon the courage to swallow a measly pull. whatta pansy.
6. i will never get over my love for CD's. i have literally boxes of discs, with which each individual piece is labeled with the name of the playlists: i.e. "boys are fucking dumb", "hurry up, you're gonna be late for school", etc. i just can't get over how brilliant some artists are out there-- i have never been let down when it comes to having to find a song for exactly how i am feeling. it's like they take the words out of my mind, throw in a chorus, and make a masterpeice. a beautiful, beautiful masterpiece.
7. i am a jealous person. the most jealous person in the world. i seriously can name one thing i am jealous of for every, single person i know, even strangers! maybe that's not jealousy.. maybe i'm just a very appreciative person. maybe i am just able to find beauty in absolutely everything, even if it is instilled in an absolutely dreadful person. nah, sike. i'm just a really jealous person.
8. my closet is stuffed with clothes. my drawers overflow with more clothes. my bed, my tables, my chairs.. clothes. clothes. clothes. a lot of the times, i admire what i have, and plan on wearing them eventually.. but sad truth, i wear about 15% of what i have. the same comfortable ripped blue jeans, the same warm thermal tank, the same hoodies, the same worn in shoes. i mean, i'm not wearing the same shit everyday, but i definitely have my favorites.
9. i'm very socially alienated. i don't have many friends, or close ones i should say. sometimes, i wish i were part of a close knit group.. but then again, knowing how i am, that'd never work to my favor. i'm way to stand offish and self conscious to belong in any group for too long, and no matter how hard i try to settle into a group comfortably, i always find that i enjoy being on my own more. it really sucks, cause when i actually need someone to be there for me, a lot of the times, i don't know where to run to. but relying on oneself is a trait i really admire, and to be honest, i'm getting really good at it.
10. i love to sing. i really do. whether it's singing myself a sad song to sleep under my covers, to singing majestically in the comforting confinement of my shower, i love, love, love to sing. i know for a fact that i'm not one of the better singers out there, but i've always wished to have one those sexy, raspy amy winehoue kinda voices, or a cute quirky rachel goodrich kinda voice.. sigh. if only there were a solution for every problem of my life. LOL.
my life is an open book,
or a open cyper page i should say..
CMDZOU
p.s. i'm excited for tomorrow's topic, lol.
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