RubySoho tagged me for a thing called “meme”, the pertinent meaning of which I now know after reading Aaryn's blog, and I will go on to plagiarize each and every word she wrote in her opening paragraph: As it pertains to blogging, a meme is an idea spread from blog to blog. So. The object of my assignment is to tell the internets eight Random Facts About Myself and then, pssst, pass it on. (I copied most of that from Katie.)
I was tagged with this twice and so were my dogs. Poor Suki and Sam. Poor me.....meme Ha!
Okay well anyway I guess I will go ahead and do it for fear that I may be beaten to the point of near death by three very intimidating women.
Now on to the rules:
1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.
2. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog (about their eight things) and post these rules.
4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
Now that we know how to place nice, we can begin. And mind you, this is your fair warning that you have quite possibly entered . . . the Twilight Zone.
- I like depressing music. Slow sad music with repeating backgrounds and heavy piano solos or accoustic guitar. Like Yo La Tengo, Postal Service, Dashboard Confessional, very emo I guess. I have a playlist on my ipod full of this kind of music that I listen to over and over and over agian. I even go so far as to say I like covers of old eighties songs in a slow accoustic fashion like Eva Cassidy does or Johnny Cash.
- Not so much a secret but I hate gum. Even typing the word gives me the heebie jeebies. The smell, texture, the way people chomp it and how it makes people act. I once wrote a five page satirical paper all about it in highschool.
- I hate my laugh. Its loud an obnoxious and I want to dig myself a hole and bury myself everytime I hear it. I also hate that sometimes it reminds me of my sister Tiffany and all that old anger returns in what, as my laughter would suggest, should be a happy moment. Okay but seriously, on a side note, at least it is not like the guy's in my office right now. His cackling never stops.
- I get extremely anxious and nervous before almost every massage. My heart beats like crazy and my stomach sinks every other minute. Especially new clients but also with certain old clients. Its not that they express they don't like it, they wouldn't reschedule if they didn't but sometimes I feel like I don't do enough for them.
- My big downfall is kitchen gadgets. I want them all. I would go bankrupt if I ever went to the county fair.
- My secret desire is to someday be able to spout out the full rap-like portions of Matisyahu's songs like in Fire of Heaven or King Without a Crown. He is so fast. He is one of my exceptions to #1
- I have supersonic hearing when it comes to the elevator at work. I can hear people walk in on the first floor and I am on the third.
- I just spilled, or rather dumped, a large amount of cinnamon apple sauce on my crotch. How unfortunate.
And the only person I have to tag that hasn't been tagged yet is
Lisa. Oooo and
Anne! Have fun!
