about me: the loves, likes, and… not so much

I am a horrible movie watcher. If you hate talkers, don’t see a movie with me. I can’t shut up. I can’t help it. I’ve tried. I almost exploded.

I like my sundaes with hot fudge. Butterscotch is ok, but marshmallow is just pushing it.

I won’t eat mayonnaise. Don’t try. It angers me.

I don’t like mustard. The smell makes me nauseous.

LOVE dill pickles. Detest sweet.

I say way too much: TOTALLY, absolutely, is that necessary? really. come on., best ____ EVER, not so much, I want to punch her in the face, I am going to kill her, omg I’m dying, I’m gonna die, *squeak*

I dig cologne. Perfume? Not so much.

I like my hands clean.

I LOVE squishy soft things… blankets, stuffed animals, real animals…

I hate ants.

Worms make me want to vomit.

Deep down I would really like to weigh 97 pounds again. (I’m about 113 lb)

Greatest fear: Looking out the 2nd story window and seeing a figure. At the window. And there’s no balcony.

I’m terrified of driving over bridges. Especially over water.

The less sleep I get, the more ADD I am in the day.

If I don’t need to get up I can make myself keep sleeping through the day. Till like 5pm. And not even take a potty break.

I can’t stand gum popping.

I listen to “alternative” stations… mostly the “90’s and today” … some pop, but I can’t stand RnB, rap nor hip hop.

Gotta eat most finger foods in two’s.

Up until maybe the end of highschool I would always wear baggy pants and have a sweatshirt tied around my waist.

I hate talking on the phone.

I am where the term “throws like a girl” comes from. I suck.

I didn’t have a boyfriend until I was 17.

Longest relationship to date was four years, one month, ninteen … nineteen? 19 days.

I still converse with all of my exes.

In my first five years of schooling I changed schools six times.

My sister and I were almost kidnapped when I was in first and she was in fourth grade.

I like going to social events.

I love text messages.

I LOVE to file (as in papers).

I can’t handle spicy food.

When I’m upset I’d rather be alone. (Honestly.)

I’m scared of heights but love rollercoasters.

I constantly have nightmares of my teeth falling out. (Apparently that means I have insecurity.)

I’m really self-conscious.

I can handle vodka alright, but wine will make me blank out.

I got a horrible GPA in high school.

I don’t wear make-up because I’m too lazy to keep it up.

I love buttons. Like… elevator buttons, radio buttons, stuff like that.

I kick ASS at “BackSpin” … you can’t stump me.

Large birds make me freeze. They seriously freak me out.

The thought of a giant squid… that freaks me out, too. Yeah, overly large animals. Terrifying.

I don’t make wishes with hopes they’ll come true.

I’m big on smell. Good smells make me happy, bad smells can ruin my mood.

The only workers comp file I’ve made was for a paper cut. What. It was bad.

I hate coated paper clips.

I can’t read names worth crap. If I were to read my name and didn’t know it I’d be “Bett… ee… Chee… ange? Chai ang? How is that? What… er…” (so no, it does not bother me when people say it wrong. I don’t even say it right.)

I can’t stand adults with a lisp. Only reason for a lisp is no teeth and if you’re an adult… get fake teeth. You’re an adult.