1. Sometimes I try to be responsible about my excessive spending habits. When I go to the grocery store, I fill up my cart but then slowly remove items as I shop, whittling my purchase down to a reasonable. Somehow, putting back that $5 magazine makes me feel like I am the most responsible person in the world. This whole practice is ruined when I go to work the next day and impulse buy another pair of designer shoes. (pictured at right is my latest splurge...can you blame me?)
2. I am socially schizophrenic. I can chat up a storm with total strangers I'm pretty sure I'll never see again (thus my skill in the retail world), but I get somewhat shy and self-conscious when being introduced to people who may or may not turn out to be friends. Also, when I travel alone I am totally the person with the ipod headphones and hood up on the sweatshirt, avoiding personal interaction at all costs, but if I am traveling with someone, I will strike up conversations with people left and right.
3. I am a do-it-yourselfer. I try to do everything on my own-- setting up tv/ computer/ stereo stuff, fixing my car, painting my room, you name it. I was horribly embarrassed the first time I had to pay someone to change my oil (when I moved away from home and didn't have access to Dad's garage).
4. I can't go to bed if my room is messy. So I will stay up until the wee hours cleaning, only to tear it apart in the next morning's getting ready ritual. Every day. You would think that eventually I would get a clue and just NOT throw my clothes everywhere...
5. I don't type with my fingers on the right keys. My former roommate used to refer to my method as "raptor claws." I only use the pointer and middle fingers of each hand and the thumbs on the spacebar only. It sounds slow, but once I get into the groove I can reach pretty good speeds. I see no reason to teach this old dog new tricks, but I do get a tad embarrassed whenever someone sees me type.
6. I'm a professional stalker. Not in the hiding in your bushes and peering into your window sort of way, but in the myspace/ blogger/ facebook sort of way. This gets especially embarrassing when I actually meet the stalked in person. Once I made the mistake of saying "Oh yeah, I recognize you from your myspace." Oops. Interestingly enough, there are people who I have to be introduced to four or five times before they stick.
7. I have this irrational fear that when I am taking a test my pen will run out of ink. So before every midterm/final, I have to go to the bookstore and buy 5 or 6 new pens. Have I ever run out of ink? Not even close. But there is a first time for everything and I will absolutely be prepared.
I tag everyone on my "blogs I read" list. Ha!
4 comments:
Hey, never be ashamed of your stalking skills. My sister and I stalked her strait to matrimony. And I hear you on the social schizophrenia; I just chalk mine up to a general Gemini quirkiness.
i'm so glad you blog stalked me. my life is complete with you on my buddy list.
I'm very impressed that you can change your own oil. And I totally do the same thing at the grocery store!
ditto for me on 2, 3 and 5.
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