6 Non-Important Things.

I’ve been tagged by the other Brooke at boffthewall.

Here are the rules.
(1) Link to the person that tagged you.
(2) Post the rules on your blog.
(3) Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
(4) Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
(5) Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website

1. I love all things spicy, especially Asian food that is spicy. It’s different than Mexican food that’s spicy, though I like that too. But Asian spicy is the best. Especially spicy Pad Thai from anywhere (it’s hard to ruin Pad Thai) or the House Chow Mein from Silver Dragon (it has noodles, BBQ pork, baby corn, shrimp, broccoli, chicken, beef, carrot shreds… basically a little bit of every ingredient they use. It’s amazing… I’m going to drool any minute). Buy me Asian food and you’ll be my friend for life.

2. I hate for my fingernails to have polish on them. My toenails are always painted, but I’m very particular about what color. If it’s pink, it has to be pale pink, and it has to be just the right shade, or it’ll just sit in my basket until it dries up. If it’s red, it has to be a deep, rich red, except for the bright tomato red I bough a couple months ago, inexplicably. I like the idea of light blue, but I always end up taking it off like 5 minutes later. Ix-nay on greens and yellows, because they just look like barf and jaundice. Ditto on the purple, except for this elusive shade of brownish-purple that I bought once, which is the only shade of nail polish that I will have actually used up before it dried out (I think. It is starting to get goopy, but it is also almost gone).

3. My nose peels constantly, as if I am recovering from a mild sunburn all the time. I use Aveeno lotion (and sometimes body butter (just on my nose) when it’s really bad) on my whole face, because it’s so dry (and yet oily… so oily. What IS that?) and it still peels. If I just wash my face and let it dry without putting lotion on it, it’s like I have leprosy. Which leads me to…

4. I am genius at singing my own words to existing songs. Case in point:
[to the tune of "Yesterday"]

Leprosy… all my skin is falling off of me
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh, I believe, it’s leprosy
Suddenly, I’m not have the man I used to be
There are pieces falling off of me
Oh leprosy came suddenly
Why I have to molt
I don’t know; I couldn’t say
I’ve done something wrong
I’ve contracted leprosy-y-y-y…

(There are many versions of this out there; this is my own. I like mine better, because it keeps most of the original words. (Geez… vain much?))

My brother and I were once arguing about whether his car was a boy or girl… he thought it was a boy (named Jonathan), while I was standing in the firm conviction that it was a girl whose name was Annabelle. (His car is the green one in this photo.) We were at work at the time (we used to work at a coffeeshop together), and of course we had music going. I started arguing my point, using my words, to the tune of whatever song was playing at the moment. I am really good at timing my words to the words in the song, and I can usually use most of the words from the original song to say what I’m trying to say, changing only key words or what have you. So he would try to reply in like fashion, and would come out with something like, “No… it’s a… boy…” while I was singing something like, “I think it’s a girl, but it makes me kinda nervous to say so,” or “I thought out loud, but no one heard me saying Annabelle is Michael’s car, admit it and you’ll go real far, yeah, that’s right… that’s how it should be.” I had a lot of fun, but I think he was frustrated because he felt that he was right, but couldn’t compete in that particular arena.

5. Every time I make a playlist (mix tape back in the day), there are always a couple songs that I end up hating, which I can then not ever listen to for at least a couple months, until I recover. It drives me batty, because I always try to put songs that I really love, but it seems like there’s always at least one. I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles) is one of them. I still can’t listen to that song from the last playlist I put it on. Also, I agonize over which songs to put next to each other, because I want it to flow, but I don’t want two songs by the same artist, or two songs that sound too similar next to each other… I am never fully satisfied. I always think later, “I should have put this here, and that there.”

6. If I didn’t waste my entire day on the computer, I could finish a novel a day. Sometimes I can do it even if I waste most of my day on the internet. I read really really fast. This is (mostly) because when we were little, my parents would say that we had to go to bed at 7:30 (or whatever), but we didn’t have to turn out our lights until a half-hour later if we were reading. Then we moved to Oregon from California when I was 8, and we sold our TV (because we brought everything we owned in a conversion van and a hatchback, plus a small (tiny) trailer, so there wasn’t room for much), we didn’t have anything to do except read and play outside (because we were homeschooled and rarely took past lunchtime to finish it). So we’d go to the library and check out stacks and stacks of books… Usually well over a hundred. My dad wouldn’t let us have our own library cards, because he wanted to be able to keep track of all our books. He’d get a printout when we were done checking out (a long process, believe me, with 4 kids (at the time) getting anywhere between 15 and 30 books each), and make us count all of them before we brought them back so we were sure to escape the fines. “How many?” “103.” “We’re still missing 3! Everyone go look some more.” It was crazy. I still get a whole bagful every time I go to the library, but now I have my own card… one of the perks of being 26. :)

7. I’m adding a seventh, and nobody can stop me, because I feel like it. I love love love LOLcats. I could browse that website forEVer. Some of them make me smile, some of them are stupid, but some of them make me laugh so hard that I pee my pants, just a little. And for that, I love it. Hereare a couple that made me laugh lately:

I’m not going to tag anyone specifically, because I just did a little while ago, but if you’re reading this, consider yourself tagged.