Seven Quirks, by way of jlrpuck...

[rosa_acicularis]

1. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
2. Tag seven people to do the same.
3. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag whoever wants to do it.

Well, here goes...

1) Until I was fifteen, I'd never said a proper curse word. I preferred to use - without irony - such shocking terms as "Golly gee", "Tarnation", and the perennial favorite, "Oh, crickets." Then I went away to an all-girls boarding school, where my mind was thoroughly corrupted and has remained so ever since.

2) I am compulsively superstitious. I knock on wood, throw salt over my shoulder, kiss my hand and slap the ceiling of the car whenever I drive through a yellow light. I pretend it's half-joke, half-habit, until I say something stupid in a room where all the tables are made of formica, and then casually proceed to flip the fuck out. (See fact #1)

3) People never believe me when I say I am terrible at Scrabble, but it's the God's honest truth - I am far too ambitious to play that damn game. I get so fixated on playing impossible words that I absolutely do not have the letters for ("I'm not putting down a single tile until I get the second 'r' I need for 'garrulous'!") that I just lose every time. Miserably. My dyslexic teenage cousin loves playing against me, and who can blame her? She wipes the floor with me every time.

4) When I made this same cousin watch Doctor Who, she turned to me during the Doctor's "Who am I?" speech in The Christmas Invasion and said, "That's exactly how you sound all the time."  I was quite flattered until she clarified: "Like a babbling idiot."  (She was still a bit cranky because I hadn't told her about regeneration before we watched Parting of the Ways. Who knew she'd get so attached?)

5) I anthropomorphize the following: shoes, buttons, numbers, buses, and street lamps.

6) I have an unfortunate laugh.

7) I cannot resist a dare. Over the years, I have, in the name of pride and for the sake of my timé, gone to lecture in the buff, nearly electrocuted myself, run from stampeding cattle, and eaten an entire plastic comb. If my friend hadn't almost immediately redacted one particular dare, I may very well have agreed to feature in some low-quality French pornography. (You meet the most fascinating people in Paris.)

Ta da! This is me, in a nutshell.

*smash cut to Austin Powers' "Help! I'm trapped in a nutshell!" mime*

All righty, then. I tag...kudzita, eponymous_rose, tsukara, kesshin_shinobu, orange_crushed, new friend biggrstaffbunch, and randombattlecry. If, you know, you guys are interested.

Comments

[jlrpuck.livejournal.com]

I cannot resist a dare.

Oh, reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally? *rubs hands in evil glee*

[rosa-acicularis.livejournal.com]

No! It...it doesn't work over the internet. Nope, no siree bob. Not at all. Not even a little.

*hides*

[kudzita.livejournal.com]

in the name of pride and for the sake of my timé

You are so very much teh win.

Yay, now I know what I'm doing when I get home from work! *g*

[flinkkamingo3.livejournal.com]

You ate a comb?!

[rosa-acicularis.livejournal.com]

Tine by tine.

I was six, and Scott Ritter bet me a dollar I was too chicken to do it.

I laughed all the way to the hospital. ;)

[tsukara.livejournal.com]

I have now been tagged for this meme by three seperate people, including my very own father. *sigh* Suppose I'd better get around to it then. :)


It's funny, but I'm superstitious like that too...

[eponymous-rose.livejournal.com]

I've been meaning to do this one. I think I've done a six-facts and an eight-facts meme, but I have yet to do a seven-facts one. (No, really, I think I have. This is getting silly! Which is, of course, why I keep doing it.) And now you've tagged me and given me the perfect excuse to continue with my madness. *cackles*

The friend who got me hooked on Who very carefully neglected to mention regeneration as well. Alas, I had already seen pictures of Tennant in Doctorly garb and cleverly deducified that something was up. (And by "deducified", I obviously meant "looked up on Wikipedia". Deducified is a word.)

Which brings me to my second point - I am also terrible at Scrabble, for the same reason you mentioned. And this plague runs in my immediate family, which is why my uncle challenges all of us to a game every Christmas and then proceeds to humiliate us all. Cheerfully.

I also anthropormophise the heck out of buttons - and everything else, for that matter. As a kid, I used to burst into tears every time someone kicked a chair. Chairs have feelings too!

And to number seven - that is very, very impressive. As a kid, I never could resist dares either, but my friends were so sorely lacking in imagination that it was never any great test of my mettle. :D

I should stop before I meme all over your comments. And I should probably go drabble. And possibly verb some other nouns while I'm at it.

[rosa-acicularis.livejournal.com]

Kicking chairs is so very, very wrong. I get quite defensive on behalf of the juke box the Fonz so brutally attacks in Happy Days reruns.

Away! To verb some nouns and noun some verbs and possibly even interject the occasional conjunction.

[debs7.livejournal.com]

With regards to #2 - what exactly does kissing your hand and slapping the ceiling of a car do superstition wise? because I actually do that to but I have no idea why!

[rosa-acicularis.livejournal.com]

You know, I'm not exactly sure. I suppose there are certain risks in running a yellow light - time it wrong, and you could get a ticket or, you know, slammed into by another car.

I also think it protects me from goblins. ;)

[earlgreytea68.livejournal.com]

Just your seventh fact alone contains a fair number of little facts that could have stood on their own! I'm jealous!