Ok, 4 people have tagged me for this on Facebook. I figure I’ll go ahead and give in.
Here we go:
- My biggest pet peeve is homophone misuse. I can’t stand it when people confuse “”to”, “too”, and “two” or other simple homophones like “their”, “there”, and “they’re”.
- I’m a really slow writer. It’s going to take me days to finish this list. I always put a lot of thought into everything I write. And I’m easily distracted.
- I like to open bottles with my teeth. It’s a trick I learned in Uganda from one of my best friends, a Nigerian.
- I have no use for winter. I want it banished. I’d much rather be hot than cold. I’m rooting for global warming.
- I’m an environmentalist. Pollution is one of my biggest pet peeves. I want to be able to enjoy nature.
- I like loud music with a strong beat.
- I spent three spring breaks in college driving cross country. I think I visited 30 states or so in those trips.
- I love to go places, but I’m getting a little tired of traveling — that is, the actual journey. It may have something to do with spending between an hour and two every day just going to work in northern Virginia.
- I get really excited about math.
- A lot of times I don’t say what I’m thinking because what I’m thinking is a stupid Internet meme.
- By my 27th birthday I’d never broken a bone. By my 28th, I think I’d broken three. I should get an x-ray. And drink more milk.
- I’ve had very few serious injuries. They were both in Costa Rica. First time I went, I caught my leg on fire. That was the worst pain I’ve ever felt. The second time I went there, I got in a motorcycle accident and lost about a pound of flesh. I’m hoping to retain some scars from that.
- The first criteria on which I judge restaurants is whether or not they have a place to hang coats. It’s hard to enjoy a meal when you’re sitting on your coat or picking it up off the floor. Attention to details is important.
- I miss being able to get sweet tea at every restaurant I go to.
- I have one sibling — my older brother Scott, who’s in my Facebook profile picture.
- I don’t listen.
- Usually, right after I meet people, they ask where I’m from. I guess I have a southern accent. Now that I’ve lived up north for a while, if I hear a recording of myself, I’m surprised at how slowly I speak. I’m not in a hurry.
- When I was a tyke, I had a Hot Wheels police motorcycle that I rode. Mom claims that’s why I’ve always wanted a motorcycle. I love my bike.
- I decided I’m going to focus more on eating “food” and less on “food products” like HFCS and processed foods. Right now I’m drinking artificially-flavored, syrupy, black cherry soda from IBC. So you see how that’s going.
- I’m into big art. I have a painting of Raphael’s cherubini over my bed. It’s as big as my bed. Love that picture. I’ve actually had the same print in my room since I was a freshman in college. It got abused over the years but shortly after I moved to Virginia a very good friend got me a new print and framed it.
- I’m kind of a drama snob. I love to go to a play, but only if it’s produced in a way completely unlike it’s ever been done before.
- I have a crush on Missy Pergrym. Therefore, I am mad at Ben Rotheslesberger.
- I’m all for trying anything once. If there’s not a really good reason not to, I say, “Why not?”
- I’m critical. That is to say, I question everything. My opinions and beliefs are stronger for examining why I hold them and discarding what is unfounded.
- I love a good argument. Often I find myself arguing a completely indefensible point just to get somebody to say something rational back to me. I do it without realizing it. I’m perfectly willing to give up when the argument is lost. If nobody manages a convincing job, sometimes I’m left confused, briefly thinking I must have been right.