Alright, here it is. This is what happens when people ask me to tell the weird things about myself.

They get to hear about it.

Blame . It's her fault.

Once again, the rules are as copy/pasted:

Here are the rules: The first player of this "game" starts with the topic "6 weird habits/things about yourself" and people who get tagged need to write a journal about their 6 weird habits/things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "You are tagged!" in their devpage comments and tell them to read yours.

Okay.

1) I talk to myself. And answer myself. Not inner monologue, inner dialogue. For that matter, it's from more than two perspectives. Several, though I can't tell exactly how many.

2) I have fangs, sorta. Two of my top incisors never developed, so my canines are further foreward. They're also curved in slightly and pointy. I use them to open things.

3) My left big toe has no nail. It was ingrown when I was born. Starting when I was 15 it was removed, grew back, removed, grew back, repeat four more times. The last time, it almost took, except for a thin filiment of nail that's starting to grow in. I'll put up a picture some time.

4) I have the mutant ability of SUPER STATIC CHARGE! When I get out of a car, I have to discharge myself into the frame by holding a piece of metal and bringing it towards the car. Typically, an arc a half to a full inch long sparks out, and my arm feels slightly numb for a bit after. If I touch it with my skin, the arc is from my finger and hurts. Alot. Also, at night you can see thin bolts from my elbows when I do that. I can also make a weak flourescent bulb turn on by bringing my hands near it, but not touching it.

5) While we were working on building this house, my dad dropped a hammer on me while up on a ladder. It struck my head first, and then hit my wrist. My wrist hurt, but my head didn't. A few days later, he dropped a two foot length of 2x8 on my head from the ladder. Again, my head was fine. I stopped helping him while he was on the ladder, though.

6) I have an intense fear of razors. I'm okay while I'm handling them, but otherwise just being around them makes me very nervous and makes me want to back away. I know why, though. When I was eight, I was hospitalized for a week because of a bad asthma attack. I was on an IV that was also nourishing me, because the medication stopped me from being able to eat properly. So, they had to take blood tests regularly. Rather than use a needle or the little pin prick thing that they have for such a proceedure, the nurse who came in every day insisted on cutting open my finger tip with a razor blade and pressing it onto the opening of a test tube. I even begged her to use anything else, and she said she didn't like the other methods.

If I could remember faces at all, I'd be hunting that woman to this day.


So! That's done. Now, six people who get to be tagged. Ah, um, huh. Well......I guess I can start with the people who have ever put anything on my page. So that's , and because I like that picture in my favorites.