as so ordered by the wobbly one
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maderr1. 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.
1. Things have to make sense. I'm serious. If A goes with B or B goes with C, then do it that way -- or give me a good reason that you're putting A with C or I get really fucking tetchy and possibly downright nasty if you're doing it just to piss me off. Things. Must. Make. Sense. This works well when I'm writing. Otherwise life gets pretty miserable, not least of all because people do it just to be snotty or make me angry or simply to make me miserable - which hurts a lot when it's a friend, which has happened more than once. People say I tend to overreact to things, this would be the primary source. I don't care what damned earth or mars logic is used - it just has to fucking make sense or I go spazzy. I don't care what it is - flavors, textures, colors, events, stories, whatever.
2. I will cut off my own nose to spite my face if I think it's the only action that makes sense. This happens a lot when I think someone is being unfair, or treating me like shit with certain things, which actually happens rather regularly around here. If I have to hurt myself to make things fair and it pisses the culprit off in the process? So be it. The logic works in my head, and that is all that's really required. This is not really one of my better qualities -__-
3. People always tell me I'm strutting or something. It kinda stings, cause I don't mean to come off that way when I walk. But long long ago I was a painfully shy child who was harassed in school. I learned fast that if I act like I fear nothing and will kick the ass of anyone who looks at me funny, people leave me alone. Part of that was walking tough, I guess, and then it became habit. So I look like a clumsy runway model, I guess. It's amusing, anyway.
4. I am really really good at blocking out noise. My friend Ang at school used to tell people 'You have to say her name first' because people would literally talk to me for like five minutes and I would hear none of it, lookig up only when they finally ended with 'Megan?' >_>;;; It was something I taught myself, and now I cannot unteach it.
5. There are people all over the world who get into awkward situations after hearing the words "I dare you --". Someone dares me to do something, I tell them to fuck off. If I hear "It's impossibel to ---" it's all over. This has gotten me into trouble more than once. So far as writing goes, this often ties closely with #1. Otherwise, it often leads to my playing devil's advocate, so everyone thinks I'm pyscho or evil or something, when really I just can't help playing the other side. I say red simply because someone else said blue.
6. I remember nothing. If I need to know something, there are a handful of people I ask who will tell me. My beloved sisters are most often the victims of this flaw, though my parents and even my brother also endure it. In school, my poor friends were just as harassed. I more or less trust that everyone else will remind me of holidays, birthdays, anniversaries, etc. I really hope the husband I may someday have is not the romantic sort in any way shape or form >_>;; I have said more than once that I probably do really need a secretary.
7. I love storms. Not in the oooh, lightning and thunder, isn't it neat! from the dry side of the window sort of love. Not even stand out on the porch and admire love. I mean one of the greatest moments of my life was when a hurricane slammed Roanoke Rapids and Beej & I went for a walk. Like 15-20 minutes worth of walking in rain that stung the skin and wind that made everything bugnuts insane. In Okinawa, we all used to play in the Typhoons until they finally got too rough. There is very little in life more awesome than playing in a storm. Sadly, Cincinnati's idea of storms is rather pathetic. They're so boring I want to weep.
By this point, I have no idea who's been tagged. Honestly, I'd love to see whoever feels like doing it.
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.
1. Things have to make sense. I'm serious. If A goes with B or B goes with C, then do it that way -- or give me a good reason that you're putting A with C or I get really fucking tetchy and possibly downright nasty if you're doing it just to piss me off. Things. Must. Make. Sense. This works well when I'm writing. Otherwise life gets pretty miserable, not least of all because people do it just to be snotty or make me angry or simply to make me miserable - which hurts a lot when it's a friend, which has happened more than once. People say I tend to overreact to things, this would be the primary source. I don't care what damned earth or mars logic is used - it just has to fucking make sense or I go spazzy. I don't care what it is - flavors, textures, colors, events, stories, whatever.
2. I will cut off my own nose to spite my face if I think it's the only action that makes sense. This happens a lot when I think someone is being unfair, or treating me like shit with certain things, which actually happens rather regularly around here. If I have to hurt myself to make things fair and it pisses the culprit off in the process? So be it. The logic works in my head, and that is all that's really required. This is not really one of my better qualities -__-
3. People always tell me I'm strutting or something. It kinda stings, cause I don't mean to come off that way when I walk. But long long ago I was a painfully shy child who was harassed in school. I learned fast that if I act like I fear nothing and will kick the ass of anyone who looks at me funny, people leave me alone. Part of that was walking tough, I guess, and then it became habit. So I look like a clumsy runway model, I guess. It's amusing, anyway.
4. I am really really good at blocking out noise. My friend Ang at school used to tell people 'You have to say her name first' because people would literally talk to me for like five minutes and I would hear none of it, lookig up only when they finally ended with 'Megan?' >_>;;; It was something I taught myself, and now I cannot unteach it.
5. There are people all over the world who get into awkward situations after hearing the words "I dare you --". Someone dares me to do something, I tell them to fuck off. If I hear "It's impossibel to ---" it's all over. This has gotten me into trouble more than once. So far as writing goes, this often ties closely with #1. Otherwise, it often leads to my playing devil's advocate, so everyone thinks I'm pyscho or evil or something, when really I just can't help playing the other side. I say red simply because someone else said blue.
6. I remember nothing. If I need to know something, there are a handful of people I ask who will tell me. My beloved sisters are most often the victims of this flaw, though my parents and even my brother also endure it. In school, my poor friends were just as harassed. I more or less trust that everyone else will remind me of holidays, birthdays, anniversaries, etc. I really hope the husband I may someday have is not the romantic sort in any way shape or form >_>;; I have said more than once that I probably do really need a secretary.
7. I love storms. Not in the oooh, lightning and thunder, isn't it neat! from the dry side of the window sort of love. Not even stand out on the porch and admire love. I mean one of the greatest moments of my life was when a hurricane slammed Roanoke Rapids and Beej & I went for a walk. Like 15-20 minutes worth of walking in rain that stung the skin and wind that made everything bugnuts insane. In Okinawa, we all used to play in the Typhoons until they finally got too rough. There is very little in life more awesome than playing in a storm. Sadly, Cincinnati's idea of storms is rather pathetic. They're so boring I want to weep.
By this point, I have no idea who's been tagged. Honestly, I'd love to see whoever feels like doing it.
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Date: 2007-09-27 12:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-27 12:15 am (UTC)*Laugh* I'm sure I was pwned more than once in my childhood.
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Date: 2007-09-27 12:22 am (UTC)Right?
And if you wanna run around in any of the hurricanes that come the Florida way, you know my storm doors are always open.
On an entirely different subject: Have I ever uploaded a song for you called "Mordred's Lullaby"?
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Date: 2007-09-27 12:23 am (UTC)Oh, I bet Florida storms are fun. I shall have to do that sometime ^__^
Mordred's Lullaby? No, you did not. That sounds sparkly.
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Date: 2007-09-27 12:27 am (UTC)It is indeed sparkly, but moreso: creepy. Good creepy.
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Date: 2007-09-27 12:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-27 01:08 am (UTC)ooooooohhhhh. I approve most heartily.
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Date: 2007-09-27 12:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-27 12:44 am (UTC)2. Your logic doesn't sound super logical. But if it works for you... ^_^
3. My brother taught me the 'don't bug me walk,' but it was to stay safe in parking lots, and walk around school without a pass.
4. Hee! Me, too. I don't have Maria 100% trained, yet... alas.
5. Devil's advocate ftw! I love that this part of you gets us many fun fics, anyway.^^
6. Hm. We shall build you a chobits girl, except a boy. Actually, two. Then they can help you with... certain visual and logistical things.
7. Woo. I am the storm-loving from the porch type, myself. And proud of it!^_^
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Date: 2007-09-27 12:56 am (UTC)1. It's really hard to explain. I don't think I quite managed it -__- Most of it I manage to keep to myself. I think the summation of everything is that I'm an idiot.
2. No, no. It's fucking stupid. I actually have a constant war going on in my head over this. But a prime example is the chores around here ^^;; I get sick of being the only one to do them; I shouldn't have to be the only one, so I just stop doing them. but really I'm the only one who suffers, 'cause Sarah doesn't care what the house looks like, it stresses me out - but it's not fair! so round and round it goes....... again with the idiot.
I like the sound of #6
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Date: 2007-09-27 01:10 am (UTC)I remember this thing I heard once... might have been John Gray. My former boss went on a huge John Gray kick once. Anyway, it was about leaving the cap off the toothpaste. This guy had a huge pet peeve about it, but his housemate (in this case, his wife) left it off, every time! He'd rant about it, and for a few days she would remember, and then she'd start leaving it off again. I think the solution was that he put the paste on her toothbrush for her, or some silly thing like that, but the point was that we can never make things that are important to us, important to others. No matter how much they love and respect us, if it isn't a natural concern, they will forget. So that if there is something super important to one person, they just need to be the one to do it, and the other person will compensate in other areas. So that they work as a team, playing to their strengths, instead of against one another. Not sure if you could come up with some other kind of balance that would 'make sense' to you, but not cut off your nose. Noses are good things. You should keep yours. *nods*
Regarding #6, I'll get right on that! ^_______^
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Date: 2007-09-27 01:14 am (UTC)Heh. Okay, okay. I'll be nice ^^;;
Mm, that's pretty much it. And I gave up asking for help a long time ago. It still gets frustrating, but I'm resigned to there being nothing to do about it. It was mostly an example. It's something I'm trying to improve upon, but getting over myself usually requires a proverbial frying pan upside my head ^_~
Hee <<333
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Date: 2007-09-27 02:08 am (UTC)There is still the whole 'think outside the box' bit, though. Might get in the way of #1, I suppose... though you could add in an 'It's impossible to...' of your own. ^_~ Such as, 'It's impossible to find a way to make things fair without cutting off my own nose... or getting a pan upside the head.'
*loves on*
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Date: 2007-09-27 02:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-27 07:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-27 02:03 pm (UTC)2. My hearing is bizarre. Sometimes I hear people, sometimes I don't. Just don't trust me to hear what you said. Also, if I'm reading, I can hold a conversation with people using nothing but grunts, yeah,and no. If I do this, I am not actually paying attention to the conversation. I will not be held responsible if the other was giving me important information/instructions which I don't carry out.
3. My logic works in leaps. I don't go from A to B, I move from A to H. Usually this involves making horrid explanations to people of why I made a conclusion, which are often construed of little but tangents. Just trust the conclusion and don't ask to explore my mind.
4. I'm cheap. I don't like to spend money. That's fairly simple.
5. I cannot go into a bookstore and not buy something without killing a little piece of my soul. This is why when I'm low on cash I stand outside bookstores with a kicked puppy look.
6. Movie reviews are awesome. Every Friday I read as many movie reviews as possible because I love them. I may not agree with them, I may not ever see the movie, but . . .
7. Cute and shiny things make me happy, especially if they're small. I will stop in a store and coo over something for several minutes while the rest of my party continues. Once I fall out of my reverie, I will frantically try to find the others. (I look like a demented little kid, peering in all the aisles for their parents. It's sad.)
Your choices of quirks influenced mine.
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Date: 2007-09-27 06:04 pm (UTC)I was making a recs list (http://recs.thespindle.net) for my queer preternatural fiction website (http://thespindle.net), and somebody recommended your work. As a Hellenic Polytheist, your works on the Greek Deathless Ones made me smile to no end, and so I couldn't help but check out your LJ.
And what fun! Your an HP fan, your layout is Godchild, and I can completely empathize with the devil's advocate urges.
Do you mind if I friend you?
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Date: 2007-09-27 09:47 pm (UTC)^____^ Welcome! You do not have to ask, by all means friend away.
Rec lists, oooh. My Greek stories make me cringe, but I'm glad people are still entertained by them.
And dare I hope I finally have a fellow fan of Godchild?