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[nny]

Stolen from fluffyllama because I rather like it...

why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name I can say: "Ah, there's so and so...she/he wears mismatched socks." I'd love it if every single person who friended me would do this. Yes, even you people who I know really well. Then post this in your own journal.

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[dramaturgca.livejournal.com]

I read Shakespeare and romance novels over the summer...

[fahye.livejournal.com]

"Ah, there's Fahye...she was born with two aortas, really does like Pina Coladas (although Tequila Sunrises are best), and absolutely detests walking in the rain."

She also cannot stop at one fact, obviously.

[fluffyllama.livejournal.com]

Nobody has ever beaten me at Scrabble unless I allowed them to use reference books to level the playing field. Only one person has beaten me even with books. One day I'll enter the championships :D

[dopplegl.livejournal.com]

I have flat feet which, if I stand on them too long, hurt like a bitch and cause me back problems.

[metallumai.livejournal.com]

The best thing about being a schoolteacher is the SUMMER (now) when you have time (but no money) and can do what you want. (read, swim, and dance.)

Oh, and I have a dog! I didn't have one yesterday-- never had one before.

[ygrane.livejournal.com]

I'm a sugar junkie and yet I prefer unsweetened peanut butter.

[ygrane.livejournal.com]

*hides with Fahye from walking in the rain*

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Hee! Yes, I hate being wet.

*shudders comme un chat*

[lunamystic]

I do not like talking on the phone. At all. I much prefer snail mail.

[sadcypress.livejournal.com]

I love to name things- anything from my car (Steve) to my laptop (Basil, the Laptop o'Wonder) to the little stuffed Wampa I got from a Burger King Kids' Meal (Reginald).

[bookwench31.livejournal.com]

I can stand on a stage in front of a hundred strangers and tell them them stories for hours, but if you put me in a room with three strangers I get incredibly shy.

[fire-and-a-rose.livejournal.com]

*has gone so far as to disconnect all the phones in her home and hide the recievers*

Which translates as I hate talking on the phone as well.

In case that is cheating, um.

...I hate socks. With a passion. Well, not socks in and of themselves. Socks on my feet. Can't stand them.

[jumperkid.livejournal.com]

I actually do wear mismatched socks because I hate folding laundry. Not pairing socks is sort of a compromise with myself. I also forget words when I talk and have to resort to odd sign-language-like gestures that often no one understands.

[indy-go.livejournal.com]

ME TOO. Sing a solo in front of 600 people? NO PROBLEM! Go to a party where I don't know very many people? Uh. No.

[indy-go.livejournal.com]

I have a bizarre fear of calling to schedule appointments. I feel like I'm imposing, or something.

And also I hate velour.

[waxbean.livejournal.com]

I really love over-ripe fleshy fruit, like peaches, nectarines, and apricots.

[flyakate]

I have a ridiculously hard time finishing a movie I'm watching by myself. If it's on tv, I'm probably watching two other things as well, flipping between them. On VHS or DVD, chances are I'll stop it at least once.

[vivien]

I hate talking on the phone to deal with Problems (like bills or cancellations or calling for information on important stuff I must do). I worry I'll not hear right and I just HATE it. Automated phone systems are love, and Internet queires are even better.

[tiltingheartand]

If I know my part, put me up on a stage and tell me to act and I'll be fine, but if you put me up in front of a class to do a presentation I will be freaking out on the inside no matter how well I know my material.

[runcible.livejournal.com]

I get all of my ideas (screenwriting, stories, art, poems) from my dreams. If something is non-dream inspired, you'll know because it'll suck.

[shadiness.livejournal.com]

I am mildly allergic to tomatoes and nothing else. I can eat them if they are cooked, but not raw. My brother, on the other hand, likes to taunt me by eating raw tomatoes with salt on top which I think is one of the most disgusting things ever.

[cyanei.livejournal.com]

I get really, deeply offended whenever people call my eyes "brown". Not that there's anything wrong with brown eyes; I think they're just as beautiful as any other colour. But my eyes are not brown. They are HAZEL. HAZEL, I say. And if you must be more precise, they are orange (Yes, really). And I don't know why it bothers me so much, but I'm techy about this.

[cesario.livejournal.com]

My name is Branwyn, and I just friended you.

[regards your userinfo]

Ok, that's not unique. Let's see....

When I was four, I was bitten on the heel by a black widow spider. All I really remember is going to the hospital and the doctors pouring something very cold over my foot while my mother read me a book about a lion.

Also, when I was three, I sprayed myself in the eyes with a can of Raid. Again, all I recall is being lifted up into the pool shower and being told to keep my eyes open.

At some point around the same time as these two incidents my mom came out into the driveway and found me playing with a scorpion, about 6 inches long. Another time I came out of the back yard clutching a long black kingsnake around the throat.

So, I'm Branwyn, and I attract pests and pestilential items.