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wordinista) wrote2006-04-26 08:54 am
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What happens when Bunnehs tag other Bunnehs...
Okay, so I already did this, but
dqbunny tagged me, and I realized that I didn't really list my weird habits, just unique things about me. Soooo, I'm gonna do the meme again, but will not be tagging people again, because... well, possibly because I'm lazy like that. So if you haven't done it, consider yourself tagged, and we'll just leave it at that.
1. Sometimes, when I'm brainstorming about writing something, I'll practice dialogue out loud. Usually when I'm doing something menial, like folding laundry or blow-drying my hair. I typically try to do this when I know I'm alone, because... yeah. I prefer to NOT look completely insane.
2. I have to match. Have to. Even when I'm bumming around the house in sweats, I must match. My pajamas-- everything. If my pajama pants have blue in them, I will look high and low for a blue T-shirt (or grey, or white, but not black). I get twitchy if I don't match.
3. My teeth are generally straight, but I have one tooth on the bottom set that's set a tiny bit back from the others -- you can't tell just by looking, but I can feel it. This tooth is kind of like my "worry stone," and I will rub my tongue across it when I'm thinking hard about something.
4. I am absolutely terrified of the idea of a house-fire; I'm serious -- just the idea makes me sick to my stomach and anxious. When I'm out, I have been known to become fidgety and worried that I forgot to turn something off, and will come home to a pile of charred rubble. We had an issue with wiring a few months back, and it freaked me out to the point where I couldn't sleep at night (I was positive I smelled something burning).
5. I dislocated my left shoulder when I was four, and can now reach all the way to the top of my back, and almost to the bottom of my neck. But only with that arm. The other arm can't reach nearly as well.
6. I don't bite my nails, but I will pick at the skin on the side of my thumbnail with my index finger. I don't know why I do this -- usually it's when I'm nervous or upset about something. I did it when I was little, too, and have been known to do it until I bleed. I don't do that so much anymore -- I make myself stop, which... is actually kind of difficult to do.
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1. Sometimes, when I'm brainstorming about writing something, I'll practice dialogue out loud. Usually when I'm doing something menial, like folding laundry or blow-drying my hair. I typically try to do this when I know I'm alone, because... yeah. I prefer to NOT look completely insane.
2. I have to match. Have to. Even when I'm bumming around the house in sweats, I must match. My pajamas-- everything. If my pajama pants have blue in them, I will look high and low for a blue T-shirt (or grey, or white, but not black). I get twitchy if I don't match.
3. My teeth are generally straight, but I have one tooth on the bottom set that's set a tiny bit back from the others -- you can't tell just by looking, but I can feel it. This tooth is kind of like my "worry stone," and I will rub my tongue across it when I'm thinking hard about something.
4. I am absolutely terrified of the idea of a house-fire; I'm serious -- just the idea makes me sick to my stomach and anxious. When I'm out, I have been known to become fidgety and worried that I forgot to turn something off, and will come home to a pile of charred rubble. We had an issue with wiring a few months back, and it freaked me out to the point where I couldn't sleep at night (I was positive I smelled something burning).
5. I dislocated my left shoulder when I was four, and can now reach all the way to the top of my back, and almost to the bottom of my neck. But only with that arm. The other arm can't reach nearly as well.
6. I don't bite my nails, but I will pick at the skin on the side of my thumbnail with my index finger. I don't know why I do this -- usually it's when I'm nervous or upset about something. I did it when I was little, too, and have been known to do it until I bleed. I don't do that so much anymore -- I make myself stop, which... is actually kind of difficult to do.