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Tagged by Jethrien
Jan. 10th, 2006 10:24 amGround Rules: The first player of this "game" starts with the topic "5 weird habits of yours" and people who get tagged need to write an LJ entry about their 5 quirky habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 5 people to be tagged and list their names.
1. I rarely sit "correctly" for any length of time. I lean back on chairs, or fold one of my legs under me, or put my knees up, or slouch oddly. This can become particularly evident during role-playing games, when I'll kneel on my chair or even get up and bounce around when the action heats up.
2. I type with only my right hand. I use all five fingers, in a style reminiscient of playing a piano. With proper concentration, I can go 40-50 WPM. My left hand just can't keep up, so I don't use it at all. (For the record, I can type just left-handed, too, it's just much slower. I can't use both hands with anything resembling speed or coordination. Which is why years of piano lessons never amounted to anything.)
3. I'm obessive about wearing my watch (which I wear on my right wrist, even though I'm right-handed), that I may always know what time it is. Even when it doesn't matter or there's nothing I could possibly be late for. I only take it off to sleep or shower. This is actually an inherited obsessive trait that apparently my grandfather had as well. (And I actually have the watch he obsessively wore. My grandmother absert-mindedly handed it to me after he died. Suspecting she was going to throw it out - the one he wore was a cheap Casio digital watch, though he had several expensive ones - I kept it.)
4. I track my purchases via spreadsheet. All of them. If I spend $0.65 on a bagel, it goes on the sheet. If I find a dollar on the street, it gets listed as windfall income. Periodically, I make up a balance sheet for myself and track all of my assets. Looking at the sheet has never affected my spending in any conscious manner, it just makes me feel good to have it.
5. Occasionally, songs will get stuck in my head. But even if I know all of the lyrics, I'll eventually find myself making up new ones: typically the silliest rhymes that will fit in the meter. These virtually always involve the word "pants."
I don't feel that it's necessary to tag people, so I ain't gonna. Feel free to do this if you want.
Also, comment on the ones I've forgotten. There are plenty.
1. I rarely sit "correctly" for any length of time. I lean back on chairs, or fold one of my legs under me, or put my knees up, or slouch oddly. This can become particularly evident during role-playing games, when I'll kneel on my chair or even get up and bounce around when the action heats up.
2. I type with only my right hand. I use all five fingers, in a style reminiscient of playing a piano. With proper concentration, I can go 40-50 WPM. My left hand just can't keep up, so I don't use it at all. (For the record, I can type just left-handed, too, it's just much slower. I can't use both hands with anything resembling speed or coordination. Which is why years of piano lessons never amounted to anything.)
3. I'm obessive about wearing my watch (which I wear on my right wrist, even though I'm right-handed), that I may always know what time it is. Even when it doesn't matter or there's nothing I could possibly be late for. I only take it off to sleep or shower. This is actually an inherited obsessive trait that apparently my grandfather had as well. (And I actually have the watch he obsessively wore. My grandmother absert-mindedly handed it to me after he died. Suspecting she was going to throw it out - the one he wore was a cheap Casio digital watch, though he had several expensive ones - I kept it.)
4. I track my purchases via spreadsheet. All of them. If I spend $0.65 on a bagel, it goes on the sheet. If I find a dollar on the street, it gets listed as windfall income. Periodically, I make up a balance sheet for myself and track all of my assets. Looking at the sheet has never affected my spending in any conscious manner, it just makes me feel good to have it.
5. Occasionally, songs will get stuck in my head. But even if I know all of the lyrics, I'll eventually find myself making up new ones: typically the silliest rhymes that will fit in the meter. These virtually always involve the word "pants."
I don't feel that it's necessary to tag people, so I ain't gonna. Feel free to do this if you want.
Also, comment on the ones I've forgotten. There are plenty.
