Teresa tagged me for this. Six weird things about me:
1.) I hate, and will avoid at all costs whenever possible, making left turns in traffic where there is no traffic light. If there is a light around, I will go blocks out of my way to turn there instead. I will do it, but I hate to. It doesn't make me cry, but it makes me terribly anxious for a bit.
2.) I cannot and will not sleep with an arm or a leg hanging off the bed. I also generally cannot sleep with my feet uncovered, although there are some exceptions. To me these scenarios make you ripe picking for the monster lurking under the bed. And I don't seriously think that there is a monster under the bed, so I suppose maybe these are lingering childhood habits. Or else there's something seriously wrong with me.
3.) If I have to get out of bed to turn the bedroom light off, I literally run and jump back into bed before said lurking monster (see number two, above) can grab my feet and pull me under. Again, a childhood holdover, I suppose, and quite annoying to Brian when I run and take a flying jump into the bed he's attempting to fall asleep in.
4.) I can't stand MySpace, and avoid it. I don't find this weird, but most of the people I know love it obsessively and find my dislike to be outright bizarre. There's no particular reason, it's just not for me.
5.) I always eat the outside edge of a hamburger or sandwich first, thereby getting crust or the non-meat, cheese and condiment filled part of a bun out of the way, leaving the savory inner part of said sandwich or hamburger for last. I highly recommend this, you should try it at least once, it's a great way to savor the flavor (oh, I'm a poet).
6.) I will eat shrimp, depending on the manner in which it is cooked, and I will go fishing, and catch fish, and take them off hooks and such, but I will not generally eat fish. And cleaning up after the cooking of fish is vile to me; I once stood at the kitchen sink, cleaning out a pan that Brian's father had baked some fish in, scrubbing and gagging. I don't know why, it just completely grossed me out.
Bonus: FedEx's new scanner has the smallest signature area I've ever seen, and after some weeks of trying to cram my signature into the tiny space provided, I have abondoned all attempts at an actual signature and started drawing random shapes. Just this morning, minutes ago, I drew a lovely pyramid. The other day I made a cheerful little star. That's not really weird, but it's not exactly normal, either, so I thought I would include it.
Weird is all in the eye of the beholder, I think. I'm proud to be weird, and enjoy it when people say I'm strange. You're strange, I'm strange, whatever. I enjoy the eccentric people in my company more, because they keep life interesting.
I am apparently supposed to 'tag' people, but I don't know anyone else, so I suppose the chain stops here. My bad.