Seven Weird Things

Blogging subject courtesy: Jerilyno

So apparently I am supposed to tell you guys seven weird things about myself. Brace yourselves.

1. Food Disassembler Extraordinaire. This one is pretty self-explanatory. I take my food apart. I've done it since I was old enough to eat solid, take-apartable food. It's not even a conscious thing, really. If it has layers of any sort, they are taken apart and eaten separately. Except for sandwiches. I eat those like a normal person. Prime disassembling foods: 3 Musketeers bars (chocolate, then nougat). Lucky Charms (crunchy bits, then marshmallows). Vegetable Medley (one type of vegetable in its entirety before moving on to the next).

2. Matchy Matchy. Books within a series really need to match. No mixing paperbacks and hardcovers. No mixing old and new editions. Just nice, orderly sets of books.

3. ABC:DVD. I alphabetize my DVD collection. I also separate them by genre. Nothing crazy or anything. It goes: TV collections (in alphabetical order except for Friends, which is first (duh)), music DVDs, funky movie box sets, then the rest of the DVDs. See. Perfectly logical.

4. Naked Wrists. I have freakishly long arms. I don't own a shirt with sleeves that are the proper length. Annoying, yes (although the rise in popularity of 3/4 sleeve shirts has eased my laments a bit), but handy at times. Case in point: my gorilla arms allow me to reach most hard-to-reach things.

5. Frodo vs. Freud. I needed to take one psychology class to complete my Honor's Program requirements in undergrad. As my luck would have it, by the time I was able to register, the one and only honor's psychology class with any openings was Psychology: Study of The Lord of the Rings. I had never read the book. I had never taken a psychology class. Spring semester 2002 found me in a classroom with 7 Tolkien Fiends/Psychology Pfanatics debating and discussing the correlation between Jungian theory and Sam and Frodo's journey. Don't get me wrong - it's a great book. But, you know, sheesh.

6. Your Other Left. I know my left from my right. Just...sometimes I have to think about it. Shhhhut. It.

7. Baby Kangaroo Tribbiani. When I get flustered or nervous or angry, all the normal words fall out of my brain. I end up using big, SAT-ish words that I would never normally use in everyday speech. Words like accoutrements. It falls out of my mouth and in my head I'm all, "You giant nerd! Why didn't you just say 'stuff!'"

The end.

It's not really, but I'm afraid I may have scared you all away. Please tell me some of your weird quirks so I don't feel all alone. My eternal gratitude. (I must be nervous - why didn't I just say "thanks?") ;)