I’m calling this the “Favorites Edition” because, well…all the facts involve favorites of mine.
21. Favorite number: 87
The number has absolutely no significance. For some reason, though, it’s the first number that comes to mind whenever someone asks for a number. It has a nice ring to it.
22. Favorite smell: Real Christmas wreaths with cinnamon pine cones
Since plastic wreaths are much more economical, I have to settle for this candle from Yankee Candle that mimics the smell fairly well. Or I just go to Michael’s and inconspicuously sniff their premade arrangements. No one ever knows.
23. Favorite body part: Heheh…Eyes
LOL U THOUGHT IT WAS GONNA BE DIRTY. But it’s not. I love eyes. Every notebook I’ve ever owned is covered in hand-drawn eyes. For one, they’re the only thing I could draw well. For two, they’re gorgeous. When I get my own place, I’m going to have a dungeon lab-themed room full of jars filled with colored liquid and eyeballs…fake ones, of course.
24. Favorite villain: Sylar from Heroes
The first season of Heroes is probably my favorite season of any show. It went downhill and I stopped watching completely after season three, but Sylar was a consistently stellar character ’til the end. The man sliced off heads and used the brains to become a super villain. Yet he was good deep down. And beautiful. Whatta guy.
25. Favorite video game system: Nintendo 64
I feel like everyone’s favorite system is Nintendo 64, but I don’t care if I’m one in eight billion on this one. It deserves all the love. Super Mario 64 and Ocarina of Time are enough to make it my favorite, but there are so many other great N64 games. Banjo Kazooie, Pokemon Stadium, Super Smash Brothers, Yoshi’s Story…the list goes on. My heart drops whenever I’m greeted with a blank, black screen when I turn it on. Nothing a good blow and rub won’t fix (of the cartridge…ass).
Nearly all of my BEDA blogs have been written at 11:00 PM, which is way too close to the deadline of midnight for my liking. I contemplate just doing another chunk of my 100 Facts every time, but I always push myself to write something substantial. So far, so good. But today I’ve caving. My legs hurt from the mall and I really should be doing something more productive…like writing that essay on Ireland or figuring out solutions to the ninety-nine problems my current client’s web hosting is causing.
So here they are. Facts sixteen through twenty. Here we go.
16. I can’t drink carbonated beverages.
I can’t stand fizz. Never have, never will. I don’t even know what Coke or Pepsi or Mountain Dew taste like. I personally see this as a good thing since soda is so bad for you, but mothers always act like I have some sort of ailment. When I tell them water is fine, they start fussing through the fridge to see if they have anything else. Really. Water is perfect. Calm down.
17. I have a small collection of gnomes.
My mom bought me one while we were at a garden store a few years back. I just said I liked it and she threw it in the cart. Now my uncle gets me one almost every year for Christmas. My favorite is the one who looks drunk, as seen in this picture.
18. I’ve never had paint on the walls of my room.
At my first house, the walls of my room were covered in this odd cardboard wallpaper. It was your typical grandma floral pattern, and because of the thickness of the cardboard, it actually had depth and texture. I hated it then, but I think I might appreciate the quirkiness now. Ever since then, though, I’ve had white walls (which is technically paint, but you know what I mean). We moved out of the second house too quickly to get any painting done, and I don’t know why there still isn’t any paint on the walls. I don’t have blinds, either. I’ve stopped questioning my parents on home improvements.
19. I get sick at the sight of blood.
When my brother was about nine and I was seven, he sliced his finger open while trying to open a pack of Oreos with a steak knife. It was a small cut, but when he came to my dad and I, who were peacefully playing a Nancy Drew game on the computer, quite the stream had dripped down his arm. I got up and immediately saw stars. If my dad didn’t direct me to the utility sink to barf, I probably would have dropped right there. The same thing happened when my dog bit me during a scuffle with my other dog. It wasn’t even dripping, but I had to lie down.
20. I have a full size bed but only ever sleep on one side.
Even before my dog, Junie, decided to claim the other half for herself, I only slept on the one side. I slept on a twin size bed for most of my life, so I’m used to somewhat limited space. Plus, the side I don’t normally sleep on is against the wall. I’d have to roll all the way across just to get out. If anyone ever attacked me in my sleep, that would be a hazard. You could never be too careful.
