This endless tagging of memes must end!
I tried to put my foot down with Liz
, but then she stomped her feet, and well...I’m a sucker for that kind of shit. Then Diva
tagged me with the same crap.
So here goes. Seven random things about myself. I feel like I just did this with the positive things about myself. They were pretty random. I guess I’ll just have to make these even more random (and less sarcastic
Here are the so-called rules:- Link to the person who tagged you- Post the rules on your blog.- Share seven random and/or weird facts about yourself on your blog.- Tag seven random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.- Leave a comment on their blogs so that they know they have been tagged.
Yeah…OK, I’m not gonna do about half that, but here goes in random, sarcastic order:5 –
My ribcage is a little out of alignment where the ribs meet at my breastbone. It’s a bit higher in the left side of my body than the right. This makes for sleeping on my left side (my preferred side to sleep on
) a little uncomfortable some nights. I went to the doctor when I was a teenager because I thought something was terribly wrong with me. He looked at me like I had two heads. “There’s nothing wrong with you…that’s just the way your body developed.” Thanks, doc! Big help.2 –
I scored a 1300 on my SAT the one and only time I took it in High School. This probably means nada to you Canadian/British folks, but it is a standardized admissions test for colleges here in the States. I didn’t really know anything about the test when I took it. I didn’t do a prep course. I didn’t take the PSAT. I didn’t know that you were supposed to leave the answers blank on the questions you didn’t know (I still don’t understand how that works
). All I did was take 2 sample SATs the night before the test. I scored around 1000 on both of them, so I figured I would score around 1000 on the real thing. Guess I got lucky. Especially on the Math portion where I scored a 710. First course I took in college…Calculus. Wanna know how I did? I was failing abysmally at mid-term, so my professor requested that I drop the course and take it the next semester. SATs don’t mean shit, or at least they didn't mean much in my case.4 –
My beard is extremely grey which leads others to believe that I am quite a bit older than I really am. I’m only 41. Full head of hair. No wrinkles. Fairly youthful appearance on most counts. But I started to turn gray back in my early 20’s. My mother’s father (from whom we inherit our hair genes
) had gone pure white by the time he was 40, so it could be worse. My older brother, by six years, has barely a strand of grey on his head, but methinks he dyes it. I’ll never dye it. Hell, I’m just happy to have it, which is more than some 41 year-olds can claim. I like to tell people that if it works for Richard Gere then it can work for me. I also like to alternate between spelling it gray and grey. Makes me feel worldly.7 –
I’ve got kinda shaky hands. Not terribly noticeably until you see me hold up a piece of paper or the like. It’s a genetic thing. My father had it, my grandmother had it, my sister has it. But only one of my sisters. My brother and my other three sisters are Steady Eddies. It doesn’t really bother me, but I do sometimes hide it by not letting myself get into those situations where it will be noticeable. It really hasn’t gotten any worse over the years, which is much better that what my Dad experienced. His hands were so shaky at the end that he couldn’t eat soup without spilling it all over. Used to frustrate the Hell out of him.1 –
I’m a lefty retard. I can’t do the simplest of tasks with my left hand except type. And I’m not even sure how I do that well. Even holding a fork with my left hand seems like it could damage the space/time continuum. I wish I could be ambidextrous. If only for masturbating. That would be glorious. My right hand is getting tired. I mean right now. As I type this. ;)3 –
I have recurring dreams about not completing assignments in either High School or College. One that keeps coming up is not remembering when a certain class is being held or what room it is in. So I keep missing it. When I finally do make it to the class, I’m so behind all the other students that I know I’m going to fail. Also, I can never find my locker or remember the combination on the lock. I hated High School, if you were wondering.6 –
I only seem to be able to breath out of one nostril at any given time. I’ve read that most people are like that. The problem is that at night I only seem to be able to breath from my right nostril, which forces me to sleep on my left side (because of the draining, you see
). But if you read item #5 up there, you know that sleeping on my left side is a bit uncomfortable because of the freaky ribcage. It’s a complex situation, and one that is probably more responsible for my erratic sleeping behavior than my Restless Leg Syndrome.
So, not gonna tag anyone with this. And that means I’m not gonna have to go and comment on their blogs. Cool. 3 out of 5 ain’t bad. I hate rules.And now an announcement. Ahem. I love reading your blogs. Even the memes. You are all very interesting. I, however, am not that interesting. Especially when it comes to filling out memes. So this will be my last meme. At least until I see something that really grabs me. Feel free to keep on keeping on with tagging me, but please don't be offended if I don't embrace the taggage. Thank you very much!