weird in my own weird way
Jul. 6th, 2005 11:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideid·i·o·syn·cra·sy
n. pl. id·i·o·syn·cra·sies
A structural or behavioral characteristic peculiar to an individual or group.
Write down five of your own personal idiosyncrasies. Then, if you wish, tag five people from your friendslist to do the same in their journals.
Shit. I wish Sarah was awake. She'd be better able to answer this for me. She knows me alarmingly well.
[20:54] sarah: oo. i didn't turn the emoticons off
[20:54] sarah: the laughing face is hilarious
[20:55] cat: you used to love the ROFL *grin* i remember.
[20:55] sarah: because i think that 2nd one accurately portrays how you actually look when you're actually doing that
[20:55] sarah: and i do mean you, particular, not you, generally speaking
[20:55] sarah: it's very entertaining
1. I talk, somewhat uncontrollably, with my hands. And it's not just that I fling them around, I gesticulate or mime what I'm babbling about, too. Jeff pointed this out to me today when I asked why he was laughing at me.
2. I need my books in a series to match. Like all hardbacks. Or all paperbacks. And it freaks me out when they change the fucking cover-artist midway through (I'm looking at you Sue Grafton).
3. I'm very jumpy. Jeff can IM me at work that he's going to swing by my office. Two seconds later he'll knock, and I'll sort of give a startled-hop in my seat. To my friend's eternal delight, I'm very squeamish and easy to startle. If you do it right, I'll give off a satisfying yelp, too.
4. I constantly brush my hair out of my face. Even if it's up in a ponytail, I have to yank at it. If I'm agitated, my hand-to-fuckingwithhair ratio goes sky-high.
5. I am fidgety as hell. Usually, like now, watching tv and internet-ing, my foot is shaking wildly. I also keep hopping up to go do...things. Dishes. Watering the plants. Sometimes if I want to stay put, I'll knit. I drive Jeff crazy when I sit in his office because I start to mess with his stuff.
God, all of these are related to what a spaz I am. I was whining to Jeff about my hyper energy state not changing the fact that I have titanium-reinforced stomach fat. Jeff, who is frequently amused by my relentless energy, admitted, "I don't understand why you don't weigh 98lbs."
Hrm. Okay I need one that isn't about my being jittery.
6. Okay. Twenty minutes later and I can't think of anything. I'm going to bed. *pout*
n. pl. id·i·o·syn·cra·sies
A structural or behavioral characteristic peculiar to an individual or group.
Write down five of your own personal idiosyncrasies. Then, if you wish, tag five people from your friendslist to do the same in their journals.
Shit. I wish Sarah was awake. She'd be better able to answer this for me. She knows me alarmingly well.
[20:54] sarah: oo. i didn't turn the emoticons off
[20:54] sarah: the laughing face is hilarious
[20:55] cat: you used to love the ROFL *grin* i remember.
[20:55] sarah: because i think that 2nd one accurately portrays how you actually look when you're actually doing that
[20:55] sarah: and i do mean you, particular, not you, generally speaking
[20:55] sarah: it's very entertaining
1. I talk, somewhat uncontrollably, with my hands. And it's not just that I fling them around, I gesticulate or mime what I'm babbling about, too. Jeff pointed this out to me today when I asked why he was laughing at me.
2. I need my books in a series to match. Like all hardbacks. Or all paperbacks. And it freaks me out when they change the fucking cover-artist midway through (I'm looking at you Sue Grafton).
3. I'm very jumpy. Jeff can IM me at work that he's going to swing by my office. Two seconds later he'll knock, and I'll sort of give a startled-hop in my seat. To my friend's eternal delight, I'm very squeamish and easy to startle. If you do it right, I'll give off a satisfying yelp, too.
4. I constantly brush my hair out of my face. Even if it's up in a ponytail, I have to yank at it. If I'm agitated, my hand-to-fuckingwithhair ratio goes sky-high.
5. I am fidgety as hell. Usually, like now, watching tv and internet-ing, my foot is shaking wildly. I also keep hopping up to go do...things. Dishes. Watering the plants. Sometimes if I want to stay put, I'll knit. I drive Jeff crazy when I sit in his office because I start to mess with his stuff.
God, all of these are related to what a spaz I am. I was whining to Jeff about my hyper energy state not changing the fact that I have titanium-reinforced stomach fat. Jeff, who is frequently amused by my relentless energy, admitted, "I don't understand why you don't weigh 98lbs."
Hrm. Okay I need one that isn't about my being jittery.
6. Okay. Twenty minutes later and I can't think of anything. I'm going to bed. *pout*
