Because I'm bored

[nny]

Tell me one of your personal quirks.

I was talking about this with indy_go earlier. Personally? I like order, but not symmetry. I rarely wear matching earrings, and as soon as I get the money together I intend to get more piercings so I end up with three in each ear, but I really don't want them to match. Related to this, in my head at least, is the fact that I really love poetry and the various carefully planned forms it can take, but I am not fond of traditional ABAB rhyme.

I also wear odd socks, but I suspect this may simply be down to laziness.

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[randomblade.livejournal.com]

I don't eat dinner. It's not a weight thing, I just have a weird metabolism that chugs aways slowly until it finishes whatever it's got. So I can't get to sleep if I eat after, like, four-pee-em. Related to that is the fact that my stomach acts as my alarm clock every morning, so I wake up at exactly the same time every day. Related to THAT is that fact that my breakfasts are EPIC and my favourite meal of the day.

[ashen_key]

I'm an obsessive organiser. Despite the fact that my room is normally a mess, my books are all arranged so that each shelf is a genre, the historical fiction books are arranged in chronological order, as are my non-fiction, and all my non-fiction books are arranged so that each genre blends into the next one.

My jewellry shelf is always obsessivly neat, and my cds and minidiscs are all in perfect alphabetical order. As are most things I do, actually. I naturally put things in alphabetical order.

[indy-go.livejournal.com]

I'm doing my work, really I am.

But just so you don't think I'm not full of quirks...

I count stuff all the time. Stairs, for example, as I'm walking up or down them. And I pattern; I'll tap my fingers in a rhythm on the back of a book while I'm reading, or jiggle my foot in perfectly cadenced time even when there's no music.

[ajodasso.livejournal.com]

It really bugs me when people touch my books with dirty hands, or turn the pages carelessly. I think I've come close to offending people by snatching books away too quickly or actively criticizing the way they turn pages. But how can I stand for those little creases that result in the bottom middle of the page when people grab from there instead of gently flipping from the corner?

[museofswearing.livejournal.com]

If stairs are spaced in such a way that I am always ascending or descending with the same foot, I feel unbalanced. Same goes for always stepping onto a new paving slab with the same foot. Every once in a while I have to stop and switch 'em up.

I also am only attracted to men older than I am. This rule extends to age differences of half an hour.

[minkhollow]

When I'm going up or down stairs, I have to do ti so that I get to the end (top or bottom as appropriate to the situation) on my left foot. Don't know why, just always have. So I'm always counting stairs the first time I use them, and sorting out a plan of attack from there.

[wickedtrue.livejournal.com]

I am the most disorganized organized person I've ever met. And if I'm not doing three things at once, I feel like I'm doing nothing of import, and I need to do five more things to make up for it.

Seperating me from my cell phone is like stealing my bank card. I will die, slowly, painfully, and utterly confused.

I have to make post-its to remind myself to eat 'cause I get into my books or my designs, and I forget. Who needs eating when we have books?

[gypsyjr.livejournal.com]

I'm very musically fixated. I have a horrible habit of latching on to a particular song and listening to it repeatedly until everyone in earshot, myself included, is sick of it. I seem to do this a lot when I'm in a bad mood.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

My mum can't sleep if she has caffeine. Like, ever. I mean, seriously, any time after lunch she has to have decaffeinated tea. I am weirdly intolerant of caffeine for this reason. I can totally hold my alcohol, but coke gets me high... *g*

[edg.livejournal.com]

I have to make a Will roll steel myself before getting something on my hands, or to avoid immediately going and washing my hands if I get something on them unintentionally. I can't even stand to put lotion on my hands. I'm sure that part of this is due to being around computers and keyed musical instruments all my life; when getting a keyboard (of either variety) dirty is a capital offense, you learn very quickly to keep your hands clean at all times. This extends doubly to cooking; if I'm handling food of any kind, I have to wash my hands periodically throughout the cooking process, or I can't bring myself to eat what I've made once I'm done.

Which leads into another quirk - I don't like having unexpected non-food objects in my food. I'm not just talking random plastic or hair, which nobody likes; frex, finding bits of bone in what's supposed to be boneless chicken or fish, while I'm eating it, is enough to trigger my gag reflex.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I used to, once upon a time, and now I really wish I still did because I have lost loads of CDs and I don't know whether that's because they've disappeared or because I'm looking in the wrong place.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I shoulda been a drummer. I reckon I would have been good, too.

And I'm not avoiding work! I'm... um... YES! Sparking a discussion! Which I can totally use for my coursework, see? *g*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I used to be like that, but then I moved in with a girl who... well. She's an enormous hippy. She eats cheese old enough to attempt to make a break for it. She leaves the door open when she's on the loo, and carries on conversations. She underlines things in library books which I really seriously hate. Result of this is I am a lot more relaxed about certain things, although I'm poor enough I wish she'd stop nicking my food...

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I get that when I'm in step with someone. It really really bugs me, so I have to hop and skip so we're a little out of time, or at least not leading with the same foot. *g*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

*grins*

I don't have a gag reflex.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I used to have to skip the first step so I wouldn't walk up thirteen stairs. :)

[ashen_key]

Ah, well, now I KNOW I've lost one, and I think it's lost somewhere in the large, 300+ collection in the sound-theatre room, and I can't remember what it's called.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

*grins*

I attempt to be organised, but in the end I'm only ever organised when I have something I'm avoiding. My room is only EVER tidy when an essay is due in.

[ajodasso.livejournal.com]

I FEEL YOUR PAIN.

OMG. I thought I was the only person I knew like that.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I, on the other hand, can completely ignore music. I can have the same CD on repeat for days, and if I'm writing or reading I can completely assign it to the background, and don't even notice how long it's been on until one of my flatmates comes in and threatens to break the cd on my face... *g*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Sound-theatre room?!

Also?

*drools at icon*

[ajodasso.livejournal.com]

You're a more tolerant person than I, then. Not even my girlfriend gets away with manhandling my books.

[ashen_key]

Yes. Sound-theatre room. Different from the lounge room, where we watch movies on the big television with surround sound and lots of fancy equipment that I'm scared to touch. The sound-theatre room is just for music.

*puts icon on again and grins*

Isn't it lovely?

[indy-go.livejournal.com]

/:)

But mmmm, drummers. It's rare I don't develop an instantaneous crush on a drummer when I see them play. Ohhhh, Blaize, drummer and object of serious crush in high school.

*cough*

Anyway. Yes. Drumming would be fun to learn!

[villainny.livejournal.com]

*uses appropriate icon*