(Oh no! I disappeared again, this seems to be a bit of a habit! Let's just ignore it, shall we?)
In the meantime, I was tagged by the absolutley divine and wonderful Thumbelina:
Six Random Things About Me:
1.I spell things on stairs. I've done this for about as long as I can remember, which I guess is since I could count and spell, and I also discovered that my dad does the same thing. Each stair is a letter and usually I spell my name. Most of the time I can't finish it, because there aren't enough stairs and when I hit a new set of stairs I have to start over again. I usually spell going up and count going down.
2. There certain fabrics that I absolutely cannot deal with. This is sad, because they are always pretty ones that I would like to love. They bother me because there is a certain feeling one gets when one rubs them so that the fibers touch the under-parts of your fingernails, or the noise that nails along them make. These fabrics include, but are not limited to: velvet, flannel, and certain silks.
3. I am deeply socially akward. Most of the time I ignore this, but it tends to come out in odd ways. Like, I sort of go through life hardly talking to anyone, and then when someone makes the mistake of approaching me I tend to blather on and on and wave my hands around like a strangely animated bird. I am also an odd paradox of loving being alone and hermity and feeling a great need for all sorts of companionship.
4. I don't eat the middle of things. Mostly this applies only to sandwich type foodstuffs (burgers and the like). I don't like the middle, I like the edges. Part of this is because the crust is the best part of the bread but mostly it has to do with ratios. I am very particular about food ratios. The ratio of bread to meat and things must be right, or else I can't eat it. Generally speaking, the middle of sandwich type things have more insides than bread and this is a problem for me. However, most of the time if I am eating just bread (at say, a restaurant) I don't eat the squishy middle.
5. Sometimes I get so involved in a book or a movie, or something along those lines, that I try really hard not to think about the regular, real world and it really upsets me when I have to. It happens a lot, and it tends to feel—to be dramatic—like a kind of depression where I am sad because the world I live in is not like this one or that one.
6. Similarly, I spent most of my childhood looking for the hidden doorways, portals, magic incantations, partitions in the air and even just a secret garden or place, only to be terribly disappointed. It's my great tragedy (heavy on the drama today!) and I think it's a horrid unfairness of childhood that people always say that if you believe hard enough you'll find it.
Six Random Things I like:
2. The neatness of unopened boxes.
4. Tiny, tiny figurines of animals.
5. Putting on nail polish.
6. Hallmark made-for-tv movies.
Six Random Things I don't like:
1. Horror movies.
2. Incorrect pronunciations of 'caramel'.
3. Self-conscious pretension, although I think that phrase is an illustration of it.
5. Being/getting/knowing drunk(people).
Six blogs that I will tag:
1. The Life Aesthetic
2. The Capricious Club
3. The Girl Who Married a Bear
4. A Cat of Impossible Color
5. Fröken Lila
6. Ambiguous Alliterative Abomination
(I am dropping parenthesis like mad, but no fear! We will be back to regular posting this week lovelies!)