Ten things you might not know about me.
Mood: 
Still a little sick
Still a little sickThe very belated meme stolen from my sister's blog a year ago that I forget to ever actually do.
Here's how you play. The idea is to note ten things you've done or facts about you that you think are pretty unique -- although, given what's happened in other blogs and journals where this game is being played, you'll be surprised at how many people end up saying "Hey, me too!" Put them up in your own journal and let the fun begin (you can also add your list in comments, or put a link back to any entry you write.)
- I lock the bathroom door when I'm at home by myself. I don't like going in for a shower when I'm home alone with the water thundering and not being able to hear on the off chance some creepy sleaze breaks into my home to steal me blind and rape me. So I lock the door so at least if someone does sneak in I'll have a better chance to hear them when they're thwarted in their violent attempt to barge into the bathroom after me, and have enough time to scramble for the shampoo bottle as a half-assed attempt excuse for a weapon. It's just become habit. If for whatever reason I'm feeling jumpy that day I'll even keep my cellphone by the sink as well.
- The god damn toilet paper roll must be facing outward. It drives me absolutely batty when someone replaces an empty roll with a new one and hangs it with the end of the paper facing or pressed up against the wall. It needs to be hanging outward, toward your hand, for easier accessibility and also so it's not smothered up against whatever filth and germs have settled on your wall or assorted bathroom cabinetry. I'll change it every time if it is, providing that the toiler roll dispenser is not overly complicated to master. If I have ever been in your bathroom then I have probably changed yours.
- I'm not sure who or how popularity gets decided in middle school but in any event it was deemed on high that I was to have no part in it, and thus was teased and bullied, as all youth who get christened as such inevitably are. Upon the urging of one of my few friends (who I realized years later was never really a good friend to me in the first place), she convinced me to stop hanging out with another one of my friends -- who in my case had been my very best friend for ten years, and who was just as, if not more, teased and outcast than us -- in a last-ditch hope to fit in. Abandoning that friend is one of the biggest regrets of my life. It was completely selfish, cruel, and desperate; and being a dumb teenager then does not excuse the fact that I left someone I cared about completely alone and vulnerable when they needed me the most. I'm too much of a coward to explain or try to apologize for casting them aside, because I don't believe I deserve their forgiveness. To this day each time I think about what I did to that individual, I think a little less of myself.
- I have a somewhat crazy and childish love for the NAPA Auto trucks. You know the white trucks and hatchbacks that you see driving around the city wearing the little yellow hats? Yeah, those ones. I LOVE THEM. X3 I'm not sure why I do, I just remember being a kid and seeing one of those trucks with the yellow hats and it made me flail and point and squeal "That truck is wearing a HAT!" O: I made my Dad turn around our car and follow one for a couple blocks once. I used to wonder where they went went when they weren't driving around on the roads. Where did these adorable little vehicles come from? Where did they sleep? And I'm not going to lie, it was of the more geeky highlights of my life when, years later as an -- apparently -- mature adult, I was finally shown. When we first began dating, Mason took me to the mysterious, secret land where the trucks lived (that is to say, he drove me through the back lot of the NAPA auto yard that I never even realized existed on the south end of St. Albert.) It was very exciting for me. There was some definite squeeing on my part.
- The friends I made in high school changed my life. I spent a majority of my school years hating the world, other people, and myself; I am a vastly different person now than I was then, for the better; and I know that at least a part of who I am today is because of them. There are certain friends from high school, some who I don't even see very often anymore, and others who in turn have been introduced to me by those original friends from high school -- who I very honestly consider part of my family. In many ways they saved me, whether they're aware of it or not, and I don't know where I'd be now if I hadn't met them.
- I hate talking on the phone. It doesn't matter who it is on the other end of the line, I just get uncomfortable and stuttery and fumble with my words; I prefer emailing or talking in person. In my opinion, phones are only needed for 1) emergencies, and 2) for short, informative messages such as what time I'll be picked up or if there's a change of plans for something. Don't phone me up to "chat". My mind will wander because I can't see your face and I'll either lose interest or be bored to tears. It's not an insult to whoever I'm talking to or what we're talking about, it's just what happens to me when I use the telephone. I could never be a receptionist. Ugh.
- From the time I learned how to talk to the middle of elementary school, I had a speech impediment where I couldn't for the life of me properly pronounce my R's. I toddled around for the majority of my very young life making comments about that "wed fiahtwuck", complaining that my sister "Wachelle" had stolen my favorite Archie comic, and proudly announcing my name was "Bwenna Saundaws". I worked with an instructor through out my first years of schooling to correct my flawed yet amusing pronunciation issues.
- I cried when I found out my betta fish was dying.
- I have Reynolds Phenomenon. It sounds like something horribly scary like cancer but it's not; basically the deal is that my fingers have very bad blood circulation. If exposed to cold temperatures my fingers can start to turn white and sometimes purple and they begin to sting like a bitch as if I have severe frostbite (and when I say cold, that doesn't just mean the -20 Canadian winter -- anything lower than +10 weather can prompt it, and occasionally even when I'm at work or at home and the room is cool.) It doesn't impair me much besides being generally annoying and forcing me to wear gloves outside still when other people are already shedding off their winter coats. It also excuses me from shoveling snow, which personally I find to be a plus. In my particular case of Reynolds it was most likely caused from getting some frostbite from carrying groceries outside as a courtesy clerk at Sobeys for a year and not wearing mittens like the retard teenager I was. (I'm a cautionary tale for all those dumb kids who walk around in the dead of winter with no hat and gloves. STOP BEING STUPID.) For more detailed information from actual doctory-type sources, go here.
- I have an irrational fear of fiery death. I am timid and paranoid at the best of times, but anything to do with potential explosions, electrical shock, or general fire-related trauma makes me go a tad OCD. There's really no reason for my over-active fiery death paranoia other than the fact that I'm too fond of the idea of burning alive. It's right up there on my list of Worst Ways to Die with "being eaten" and "being slowly squished or ground up like a cartoon character". The fact that my boyfriend is an electrician helps to both sooth and worsen my paranoia since on the one hand he knows very well that "No Brenna, placing that power bar under the bed near the hot water heat register will not make it erupt into flames underneath you during the night"; but on the other hand is constantly working with scary electricity and constantly regails me with terrifying stories of men blowing their arms off on site, and making me fret moreso everyday he drives off to work.
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Lunch at the pole.
Ah, the pole. *Wipes away tear* So many good times.
i love the napa trucks too!!! i think more cars should wear hats. so cute <3
I know, they should make a store that sells hats for vehicles. I would get my Ford Focus a smarmy little fedora~ :3
Youre crazy with your door locking. If Brock isnt home, or theres not chance of him coming home I dont close the door for anything! The front door is locked, its hard to get into our building, I have no worries!
I can't help it! It's how I was raised! My parents are fanatical door-lockers, if you're outside of the house for ten minutes or more, you lock that door. If you're not planning on going outside in the next half hour and are inside, you lock that door.
Besides, Mason let in a hobo to the building a couple years ago. What if someone else makes the same error? That hobo could come straight into our apartment and steal my... uh... blankets!
I knew all of this. YOU HAVE NO SECRETS FROM ME, MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
Well it's hard to hide any type of secret from your identical twin. Which I've decided you are, btw -- my identical twin that just happens to have different physical features and is three years older than I. (But at least this way we get the rad super sister powers that come with being twins.)
Seriously. It explains everything.
i lock the bathroom door religiously too. especially when i shower. EVEN if dave is home, haha.
It really, really does. Why did it take us so long to make this connection??
1. I lock the bathroom door every time as well - no matter where I am, or who is home. When I am on business trips and staying in a hotel by myself, I lock the bathroom door.
2. I must have the toilet paper roll the opposite of you, but I never thought about the germs thing that you bring up. Even though I am now creeped out by my habit, I can say with confidence I will keep doing it my way.
3. I have had some VERY important people/friends come and go in my life and sometimes I miss them very much and wish to re-connect, whether or not it was my fault or theirs for the separation. All I would say to you Bren is this - What if this friend of yours has spent that past number of years missing you and wishing that you would call them. Maybe they feel like it was their fault, and are living with the same guilt that you are for causing the friendship to fall apart. My opinion is that you probably owe it to the both of you to at least give the friendship a chance to be re-built, or at the very least make sure he/she is not living with some horrible guilt... OR - they might want to rip a huge strip of of you, which could be pretty therapeutic for them if they have something to get off their chest...
4. I find the Napa truck amusing, but not anywhere nearly as much as you... That's pretty much a classic "Brenna-ism" to be that excited over a parking lot full of hat-wearing motor vehicles.
It's amusing to find out how many other people have the same strange little habits you do, like locking the bathroom door. I'm not alone in my paranoia! :D
WHYYYY would you ever diligently make sure the toilet paper roll is facing away from you? I demand to hear your logic. It's less accessible! It's harder to find the end of the roll! And GERRRRRRMS! D:
I'm not sure about what will happen regarding #3. Through mutual acquaintances and such, I've heard the person is very happy now and doing well, and just knowing that makes me glad. I can't say if I'll ever venture sending them a message or not in the future.
1. YOU ARE BOTH WEIRD. WEEEEEIRRRRD.
2. See point 1.
4. See point 1.