I've wanted to throw together one of these "10 Things" posts for awhile, but it never seemed to fit into my blog schedule (or writing schedule--this was harder and more time-consuming than it ever should have been!). I've conquered the beast, though, so I'm just a couple months behind the curve. Whatevs. This is my blog; I do what I want! Right? Right. Here goes!
1. I'm older than my husband by a little over a year and three months--which is exactly how much older my grandmother was than my grandfather.
2. I got a perfect score on the English portion of the ACT (a fact you would not be able to tell from reading this blog) and missed a perfect score on the reading portion by one point. We will not discuss my math score. Hashtag right-brained.
3. I wish I could eat salads, but I HATE the texture of lettuce. It's like nails on a chalkboard to me. It squeaks when I chew it, and it gives me literal goosebumps. Bah! Truthfully, most of the foods I dislike, I dislike because of their texture rather than taste--but then, on the flip side, there are foods that I like primarily because they have a weird texture. Totally subjective.
4. I have really really terrible temporal awareness. If you bring up something that happened, I can tell you it happened in the past, but I honestly can't tell you if it was three weeks ago or three months ago. I can get close if I really think about it and have good reference points to link to it, but it's extremely hard for me. Example: I was talking to someone about chopping my hair off last summer, and I swore I did it in August. Nope, June. Two whole months off.
5. I am cold roughly 92% of the time.
6. I have a super severe clown phobia. People joke and laugh about it a lot because it is objectively a rather silly thing to be afraid of, but it's definitely not funny when one is around--or even a picture of one. If I know to expect it, I can handle it, but if it catches me off guard, ohhhh boy. Tyler used to tease me about it until one day I was reading with the TV on and happened to glance up at the exact moment that an exceptionally creepy clown popped up. I burst into tears and started shaking. It's bad. My second greatest fear is the thought of waking up to someone standing over me. Jibblies. I blame too many episodes of SVU for that one.
7. Speaking of crying over things on television, I get waaaaaaay emotionally attached to fictional characters. Downton Abbey is like emotional torture that I can't quit. (Sunday's episode? What.the.actual.hell?) Of course, it's not just television, either. Some books have scarred me (um, still upset about Dumbledore) and there have been others that I've stopped reading because I've gotten so involved that I start to literally get depressed (I'm looking at you, Faulkner. As I Lay Dying almost sent me over the edge.)
8. In my head, every girl I know online, or know of (even if I've seen pictures of them!) is the same height as I am. As a result, any time I meet up with internet gal pals, I'm always surprised at how tall they seem--because, let's face it, I'm 5'4", so they're always taller than me.
9. This is something I don't talk about a lot--mainly because I HATE the thought of anyone feeling sorry for me, and also because I had some people say some really crappy things about me when it was happening--but I'm starting to be more open about it. When I was a kid, I had a lot of really diffuse health issues that lead to a myriad of medical tests and a diagnosis that finally came (after years of uncertainty) when I was in junior high. That diagnosis also came with a very difficult qualifier for a young, miserably sick kid to hear: "incurable." Here's why you shouldn't feel sorry for me, though: my symptoms started inexplicably disappearing when I was seventeen. I mean, I'm not going to jinx myself by saying I'm cured, but......
10. I have a book-buying compulsion that is all my mom's fault. She read to me all the time--I had books memorized at age two, and she started teaching me to actually read when I was between three and four. When I was a kid, I had a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf in my room, packed with books--I read every one. During the summer, my mom would take my brother and I to the library, and I would fill up my card and check out one or two on hers too. I think it's because of those summers (and also maybe because I watched Beauty and the Beast one too many times as a child), but I will honestly have a library in my house someday. With over 650 books now, I'd say I'm well on my way. Now if I can just get them all read....yipes!