I suppose I better do this one being as I just got tagged from both sides by Sass and Alyson:
Wait, that came out sounding pretty bad didn’t it?
- Link to the person that tagged you
- Post the rules on your blog
- Share six interesting things/habits/quirks about yourself — anything that comes to mind
- Tag six people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs — people you would like to know things about
- Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website
1) Babies used to scare the shit out of me before I had my own.
2) I had this two week period of my life where I would wake up in the middle of night scared and run to my parents room. I actually remember this pretty vividly: it was dark but I could see things moving and floating around. I remember once, even after getting in bed with my parents, I saw these butterfly looking things flying over the bed and when I grabbed at them, they would turn into fluorescent green dust and fall away. Turns out I was tripping my balls off. My parents figured out it was some medication I was taking. What clued them in was that I would wake up at the same hour consistently (I always took the medicine before I went to sleep).
3) I never thought twice about packing up my shit and moving to Japan indefinitely. In fact, I even kind of knew I would way before the fact. It was less of a decision and more of just putting one foot in front of the other.
4) My brother and I have always been, and still are, super close, and for all the times we have pissed each other off completely (as brothers do) I have never been able to actually hit him. I got really, really close once though: we were in the car waiting for my mom and he got me so damn mad my fist balled and flew at him quicker than I could even realize I was doing it. Somewhere in mid-swing, something in my heart wavered and by the time my fist made contact, it ended up being nothing more than a light tap right in the center of his forehead — and we both busted out laughing in hysterics.
5) I have a ridiculously good memory for trivial things and can recall moments rather vividly, even if they weren’t all that important or significant. My “normal” memory is horrid though. I can’t remember names and numbers to save my life. I can go to the same restaurant 100 times and still not remember how to get there or even what it’s called, but I can still probably tell you what the napkins and silverware looked like.
6) I really miss Bojangles’.
By the way, “Meh,” is now officially in the dictionary.
And no, I’m not tagging any people dammit.