Opening my windows

Well, it’s the beginning of another long night and I guess I just wanted something to calm me down (please) or tire me out and It didn’t really feel right to inflict another rant on you so, here’s something a little bit different.

P’raps a little myspace-esque but here’s as many weird and, probably, unwonderful facts about me that I can think of. This is the updated counting-sheep-method – here’s hoping.

♣ I’m a vegetarian – lets face it, not all that interesting, but I do remember in the beginning (I was 13ish?) that I went into the canteen one day, took a bite of what I bought, looked down and realised that I was, in fact,  eating a big old greasy sausage butty. Cue laughter and much teasing for many weeks after.

♣ On a weekday morning, I can only eat special K and then Shreddies with sugar on top for my lunch but at the weekend I can only eat Shreddies full stop.

♣ I can only ever where thin, black, ankle length socks though I have a draw full of technicolor ones I can’t put my tootsies anywhere near them.

♣ I don’t believe in God but believe Quindon Tarver has a godly voice.

♣ The above indicates I like R+J. I don’t, I’m in fact quite happily in love with Baz’s 1996 film especially this scene. Mercutio’s dance on the stairs…wow.

♣ I bite my nails and hate it. I also hate the noise of my dad biting his and this normal causes me to dramatically kick off!

♣ I can definitely say that Toy Story was the best film and memory of my childhood and it makes me smile that my nephew loves Woody just as much as I did.

♣ Of course, I love thunderstorms. You probably already knew, plus it’s becoming horribly cliche to say what with all these “Emo” beings loitering around. Walking through really crunchy leaves and water hitting my window/roof are two beautiful sounds that I could eat.

♣ When I was about 10, my parents sent me and my sister to a PGL camp because we didn’t have enough money to go on holiday that year. Everyday I wrote a postcard to them telling them about how much I hated it and how much I needed to come home and how much I loved them. I was a sensitive child even then and was as homesick as hell. Not one of them arrived and I later found out that the PGL pricks hadn’t sent them.

♣ Probably guessed, but I pity/loathe the emo culture, if it actually can be called a “culture”. This will probably turn in to a long ranty post one day. Aswell as looking like right dicks, they give genuine self harmers a bad press and since they crawled from beneath their rock, “slashing your wrists” has become “well cool, innit”. Maybe it’s just me who doesn’t “get it” but passing out on your bathroom floor from blood loss is hardly what I’d call fashionable. Gimme a vintage handbag anyday. Now don’t I sound like an old crow.

♣ I actually think society made a dive for the old pan when people decided everything needed a label. If it’s not the emos’ or the chavs’ or the indie kids’ then it’s packets telling me that a bag of brazil nuts; might, on the off chance, contain nuts.

♣ I have a younger sister and an older half brother who used to live in Portugal. One time we headed out to some Costa del something and visited him at work in the Banana Bar (across the road from your everyday need sex shop) and one of his mates picked me up. This funny bloke had big earrings that my 5 year old self disagreed with. Swift tug, he screamed, I was passed back to my dad and the bloke started crying. Magic.

♣ In primary school my nickname was Emu because I had long legs, was a bird and my named began with E. Playground logic. Also in primary, I was heavily obsessed with leprechauns in hot air balloons.

♣ Not really about me but, one day when me and my sister were young and sat in the kitchen, she decided that it was a good idea to snort coke. She poured her self a glass, stuck a straw up her nose and breathed in. She’s had constant nose bleeds ever since and even had to have an op – which didn’t work. Poor but silly dear.

♣ Last year my childhood best friend, who I used to make mud pies with, was famously on Brat Camp (she’s the one on the bottom right hand corner). She was my next door neighbour and me, her, my sister and her sister used to try make perfume out of flowers and play horses in my back garden.

♣ One day when they came around, her sister slid down our little orange slide into the paddle pool and put her feet straight through the other side.

♣ I have an obsession with sudoku and crosswords. Fine. I buy big books of them. But then there’s the issue of having to complete it and having to complete it correctly. If not, I’ll either donate the almost empty book to my mum or will bin it and go by a new one to start afresh. This if where I waste money.

♣ For the past few weeks, I have cried every single day and meant it.

♣ Sometimes just looking at my cat will have me in floods of tears because I truly believe he is beautiful.

♣ I have to check my fly half hourly and trying to do this discreetly is hard, but it’s terrifying not to check.

♣ One of the few things that I’m happy with is my hair colour, natural and chocolaty. I eat too much Cadbury’s.

♣ If I thought I could then I’d make an arse of myself just to see someone sad, smile for real, yet I still don’t know how to crack a genuine smile myself.

♣ Every afternoon when I get back from college I watch the two episodes of Jeremy Kyle before taking a nap on the sofa. I love the hilarity of the thing but it bemuses me how they are sponsored by a potentially addictive bingo company when they do indeed “deal with” addictions.

♣ Despite doing Chemistry at AS level, I’m terrified of Bunsen burners and all chemicals in those labs. I generally spend the lesson on the other side of the room wearing gloves and goggles and feeling panicky. Unsurprisingly I’m dropping it next year.

♣ I can only drink skimmed milk because I can taste the fat in semi and won’t go in the same room as whole. Besides the goodness is in the watery bit, the cream is the stuff for thighs.

♣ I’ve been at this for 2hrs and 23mins now and am quite bored but no closer to shut eye so am giving up on the sheep-counting-alternative for now. My ideas never work.