So, What Are your wierd habits?

[NiennasMaid]

I constantly practice conversations in my head. Gets me in trouble sometimes, when I think I've talked to someone about something and turns out I just practiced it a lot in my head!

I talk to cats when I'm around them. Constantly.

I've been known to put the theme song from Big Bang Theory on repeat for a long time (and yes, I know all the words)

I can sing a few songs in Welsh, Icelandic, and Latin, without actually speaking any of those languages

I'm trying to memorize part of the Poetic Edda because I think it would be fun to loudly recite the parts about the Fimbulwinter and Ragnarok (example: "In giant-wrath does the serpent writhe; o'er the waves he twists, and the tawny eagle gnaws corpses screaming; Naglfar is loose...The sun turns black, earth sinks in the sea, the hot stars down from heaven are whirled; fierce grows the steam and the life-feeding flame, till fire leaps high about heaven itself." That will be SERIOUSLY fun to declaim at top volume!

I cried when the Mars Phoenix Lander shut down, and again when the Spirit Rover was declared to be stuck for good.

I also have the stated "mad scientist" tendency to take things apart. I once fixed my grandmother's DVD player by taking it apart.

I tend to laugh myself sick over terrible puns and elephant jokes.

I am completely obsessed with baths and refuse to take a shower unless there is no other option.


ETA: forgot to add: I get really emotional over songs that just make everyone else laugh. Prime examples: Puff the Magic Dragon, which has made me cry ever since I was a kid, and The Future Soon, by Jonathan Coulton. This line always gets me: "
Cause it's gonna be the future soon and I won't always be this way, when the things that make me weak and strange get engineered away." Man...I wish that could be the case....sigh.

[Jester]

I count the steps as I go up stairs, but not down them.

I count stairs going up or down, quite often. Sometimes even stairs where I know how many there are. For example, I don't even have to think to tell you that the stairs at The Bar that lead to the roof deck number 24, in three sets, one of nine, one of seven, and one of eight, with two landings. Also, at the clothing optional roof deck bar I used to work at, the front stairs number 54 while the back stairs only number 51. (It's on the third floor.) Wait, is it the other way around? Crap. Gonna have to check. And to get to my second floor apartment, you walk up 5 steps to the "first" floor landing, then up eight more steps, landing, eight more steps, for a total of 21.

I haven't the foggiest fucking clue why I do this.

[Midorikawa]

What is dvorak?

I can type blindingly fast for someone who has never typed as part of their work. I explain it to people who ask by saying "My mother was a secretary. My father was a typewriter." It's amusing when people don't get the joke.

Dvorak is actually a lot easier on your hands to type with. You reach less, since the most used letters are right on home row, all the vowels on left hand, all the important consonants right under your right. so home row for me is aoeuidhtns- instead of asdfghjkl;' This is what dvorak layout looks like:

http://www.chimoosoft.com/Images/dvorak/dvorak.jpg

It took me about a month to get used to it, and now I type faster with it than I did with qwerty before I switched. It's reduced my problems with carpal tunnel, and my hands don't ache like they did after a 10 or more hour shift.

[BookstoreEscapee]

Jester - I am so not-left-handed that if I were a bartender I would get fired for wasting booze if I tried pouring with my left.

On a side note - yay, you used my chili-pepper suggestion!

I talk to myself...I think most everybody does at some point or other. I'll start to worry when someone else answers.

I have a dry spot on my ear that doesn't heal because I can't leave it alone. I've had it for years and I just can't stop picking at it. (Had it looked at by a dermatologist for good measure but he says it's nothing...and stop picking at it.) Usually when I'm bored or nervous. I know I'm doing it but I can't help it.

I grit my teeth when I get frustrated. I've been doing it a lot lately...it's starting to hurt. That's something I really need to work on before I break a tooth or something (also I woke up the last couple mornings and my bite was all off-center because my jaw muscles get so tight).

I don't sleep with any stuffed animals, but I do sleep with one of my pillows turned lengthwise as if it was another person. I like to snuggle with it. My dad does the same thing. Must be genetic. (This is partly why I like foam-rubber pillows - they don't get all smushed out of shape...though I don't have any at the moment because I didn't want to spend $60 to replace my old ones.)

[Plaidman]

Wow. Lot of replies. Might as well up my wierdness.


I talk to myself. Both inward and outwardly. Alot.

If I do somehow sleep, with my mouth open, I will dream of my teeth falling out without fail. (And anyone who has ever had that knows how freaky it feels)

I kiss my knuckle on my index finger when rolling die.

I'm incapable of saying the words Tit or tits. I also hate the sound of it for some reason.

My brain tends to work faster then I type. As such alot of my typing sounds very strange.

I'm starting to belive people who told me I should have been a detective. Normally I come up with such off the wall crap though, that I can easily narrow it down quickly and fast. However, it drives my players nuts when I do a mystery game because it will never be what they expect, and I have to explain in detail how it works. They just don't see the reasoning behind my madness. I'm a freaking real life Joker .

I like my coffee cold, and my soda warm.

I can eat grapeheads all day long. All my teachers and classmates have noticed my grape flavored candy obession.

I too tend to nibble gently on my kitty's ear. She's fine by it seems as she just purrs and cuddles closer.

I've never forgotten any girl's first name I've ever had a crush on, along with what she looks like, and what first drew me to her, even twenty years later I still know. That's alot of girls names. I can't remeber most of my cousins names.

I hate normal vitamins, but can eat an entire bottle of gummy vitamins in one setting.

I'll bring more later.

[BookstoreEscapee]

I hate normal vitamins, but can eat an entire bottle of gummy vitamins in one setting.

I hope you don't actually do this. Some of those vitamins are not good to overdose on.

On that note, I take chewable vitamins because I don't like to swallow the huge pills. (Well, multivitamin, anyway. I take separate vitamin D and B-complex pills but they're tiny.) They're kinda gross but I prefer that to being afraid I'm going to choke.

[Jester]

I've never forgotten any girl's first name I've ever had a crush on, along with what she looks like, and what first drew me to her, even twenty years later I still know. That's alot of girls names. I can't remeber most of my cousins names.

In a similar vein, I can rattle off without even thinking about it the name of just about every girl I've ever had a major crush on or been in love with. Some I was involved with, some it never got beyond my having a crush on them.

(In no particular order: Diane, Michelle, Karin, Kathy, Valerie, Veronica, Inga, Melanie, Callie, Michelle, Margaret, Soledad, Shannon, Shannon, Crystal, Elizabeth, LeAnn, Jackie, Petra, Hope, Cara, Christina, Sandra, and damn it, I can't remember the name of that cute little blonde English girl I used to work with. Wow, that's a lot.)

I cannot do so with the names of all the girls I've slept with, at least not without seriously thinking about it for some time. Even then, I would probably miss or forget one.

I can't decide whether this is horribly romantic or just downright horrible.

[Thuringwethyl]

I can’t stop smiling when browsing through the science section in bookstores. I don’t grin like a maniac in any other section – I don’t know why this genre makes me giddy while my first love (scifi/fantasy) makes me serious.

I laugh out loud when I see political opponents run mud-raking ads on TV. I want to start chanting “Fight! Fight! Fight!” and put them in a ring with each other.

I’m more comfortable using longer words than shorter ones. I adjust since most people are the other way around, but when I get tired I “talk like a book” (actual quote heard numerous times from various people).

I constantly have stories running through my head, providing either a backdrop to or enhancing my life. I think this is why I have no problem being physically alone since I never really am.

I’ve gotten lost in books to where the story in my mind is more real to me than the physical world. Finishing the book is like waking up from a very articulate dream.

I like to feel a little bit of pain. Not to the extent of actual injury but a small amount provides the physical equivalent of harmony to a simple melody.

I feel things very deeply. I think I’m very sensitive to hormone and steroid levels in my brain because my reactions to various stimuli are more intense than “normal” people. For example, after a good workout I get into a true euphoric state where I swear colors are richer and my mind feels like it’s glowing.

I trust intellectual crushes more than physical ones. I suppose this means I’m mentally bisexual but physically straight.

Little things make me very very happy. Seeing someone who dresses different but looks comfortable in their skin. Encountering a group arguing the various merits of super hero abilities. Hearing someone who looks like a typical douchey frat boy casually mention how he keeps up with Naruto and Bleach and that he had to sit down and finish all of Avatar the Last Airbender. Encountering a sorority type seriously musing whether the “sexy sons hypothesis” or the “good genes hypothesis” is more correct. Seeing a bratty kid’s face fall when they first see how big “Les Miserables” is when it’s required reading. Seeing a crow hopping down a whole city block in front of a person before reluctantly taking wing (I guess the crow really didn’t feel like flying?).

There’s more but I feel ego-centric enough for now.

[Plaidman]

In a similar vein, I can rattle off without even thinking about it the name of just about every girl I've ever had a major crush on or been in love with. Some I was involved with, some it never got beyond my having a crush on them.

I can't decide whether this is horribly romantic or just downright horrible.

Meh. Here's my list
Cara Alger, Nicole Brown, Sandy Brown (no relation), Suzanna, Naomi (she was from China, and moved back there), Misty (from GED class, not Middle School), Jane, Cathy and Christina (Hey, they were twins...)

i'm just going to stop. I don't wanna get more depressed. There also a huge list of girls I got crushs on that are members here, and I won't list those.

[SansDoute]

I meow, a lot, at cats I see or just in general.

When I've run out of things to say in a conversation, I tend to do a weird little bored sounding purr chirp. My mum pointed this out to me recently.

I tend to roll onto the outside of my feet when I'm standing still. This can probably explain most of me knee problems.

I brush my teeth in the shower.

I always have a few hair ties around my wrist. They're a functional accessory.

If it's sunny outside and I have no sunglasses with me, I'll walk around with one eye closed.

I am constantly buying writing pads and binders, many of which have never been used.

I still bite my nails, often down to a bloody nub.

I never remember names. I need a person to be wearing a name-badge for me to eventually get it. Even then, I might still call you by the name I think you suit more.

I use a lot of larger words in everyday conversation. It isn't because I'm trying to make myself look more intelligent, it's just that they more often express what I'm trying to say, and no smaller words seem right.

I burp at people if they're starting to piss me off.

I'm a critic with movies and tv shows. My mum often refuses to watch anything with me at all because of it.

I quietly hum the Mission Impossible theme tune to myself when I'm trying to be sneaky.

If I'm really excited, I like to pretend to have a tail. That's right, I wag my bum.

I look down at any stairs that I'm going up or down on.

I like warm soft drinks and energy drinks. Can't stand them cold.

I walk really quietly. Been known to sneak up on people without meaning to.

I eat apple with my bottom row of teeth. The top row is just used to steady the apple.

I will immediately touch anything that people warn me is really hot.

I still don't like to have my legs hang over the side of my bed when the room is dark. Still have the idea that monsters will bite them off.

[Squeaksmyalias]

I forgot some.

Sometimes I feel the urge to howl, I've gotten dogs and coyotes to respond ( don't do this at home kids, some coyotes WILL come to see who they are talking to and that's dangerous).

I like giving animals nicknames, there is a tiny cat who likes to explore and forcefully take over areas of the house I've named Napoleon who's real name I can't remember.

I like to randomly sing the Fraggle rock theme or at least text it to people (Plaid if you haven't check your FB yet..surprise)

I like to read to dogs or cats if it's rainy or there is poor weather while I'm at work. There is a cat who's owner goes away for a month each spring and I've read the entire Harry Potter series to.

When I leave notes daily for my clients I like to expand on what the dog or cat did, typically making a trip out into a grand adventure, there are a couple client's who's kids LOVE reading my notes. I'm alone all day and writing the same thing every day more than once a day gets dull.

[sarasquirrel]

uhhh HI


i really like squirrels. i see them everyday, very common too see. yet i still get excited and yell squirrel! and my attention immediately goes there

i do have conversations with myself. or make some up and pretend im talking to people. and if the convo ever does take place...i feel really weird about having talked t myself earlier

i hate deja vu, never good

i cant sleep on my stomach, and now, sleeping on my side hurts, so its usually on my back

i can put my foot behind my head, but i cant touch my toes

i try not to label people, and then i think of myself, and i CANT do it....i think myself sort of a chameleon?

i get super excited for plans with friends, and then upset because nothing ever ends up happening like i thought it would

i like to belch. weird, but thats this thread

i can crack my : toes, ankles, knees, pelvic bone?, tail bone, shoulder (by accident), fingers, and knuckles. will NOT crack my back or neck. EWW

i like to text, not make calls so much

i fidget when i talk to people, even people im comfortable around

when i dont have my camera, thats when something cool comes up, when i have it?? nothing cool

i have a lot of squirrel things

i hate spiders and bees, totally fine if there was a mouse in the house tho. theyre kinda cute. which goes back to rats/squirrels

never had a bf, no dates, no first kiss (23 yrs old) my brother (19) has his first "gf" theyre going out, but havent made it official. while i am happy for him im also super jealous

bad habit of picking my lips. but not as bad as i used to be

i like to drive, but at the same time i dont. for 2 reasons
1) CT drivers suck
2) if im in a place i havent been before, id rather be looking at the cool things than be driving and trying to be a responsible driver haha

i dont drink or smoke--no thanks

i dont have a dream house or wedding

i dont want kids and if i change my mind, id rather adopt

never had any pets

i still live at home (free though....sooo...not really complaining there haha)

my mind can quickly go to the gutter if i hear something that can be misconstrued

i cant go into victorias secret and not buy anything

i make sound effects in mid conversation, and use my hands for gesturing at the same time

i make sound effects when im bored. i dont like it when they mimic my dads though.

i find it funny when my dad does them. whether he means them or not :/

[sarasquirrel]

also, i cant sit normal in a chair. for me to sit in a chair and have both feet on the ground is uncomfortable

no theres nothing wrong with my butt or anything, i just prefer sitting with my legs crossed, or one tucked under the other, or crossing both haha

[Irving Patrick Freleigh]

I always sleep with a fan/humidifier/some other soft noisemaker on.

I can shake exactly two aspirin out of a bottle almost every time.

I like to eat regular potato chips topped with chopped up onions.

I can't whistle.

I can't seem to sit perfectly still. People used to ask me to sit completely still and then get the giggles at me invariably twitching.

I hate most coffee. Gloria Jean's is the exception, and that's about 5% coffee. At best.

[AdminAssistant]

When the bf and I aren't sharing the bed, I like to sleep in the middle and spread out. (When he moves in, we are getting a bigger bed. ) I'm usually on my back, but sometimes on my side. Although, apparently I snore when I sleep on my side.

I pick. I pick at my arms, my head, and god help me if I have a pimple, I will attack that thing. I also go after ingrown hairs and hair in unwanted places (I have scarring around my eyebrows from picking too much.)

I hardly ever expose my legs in public. I'm too self-concious. Even if I'm in Arkansas in July, with 99 degree heat and 100% humidity, I will go out in jeans and a t-shirt.

Every bit of media in my house is organized/alphabetized, especially books. I have one 3-shelf bookshelf for cookbooks and non-theatre books, and another 3-shelfer for library books and books for current classes. I have one 5-shelfer for theatre history/theory/training books and dictionaries/style guides. I have another 5-shelfter for single scripts and play anthologies - plus another very small 2-shelf unit for overflow. And then I have another 5-shelf unit for binders of notes. (I don't throw away much. )

I tend to go through phases where I really like something for a while before moving on. I was just in a big Anthony Bourdain phase. Now, it's more Penn and Teller's Bullshit. I still like Anthony Bourdain, but I'm not watching him as much right now.

I have a select few bands, tv shows, etc. that I like, and I am very resistant to suggestions. I have to discover it for myself.

I'm not a shoe person. There are really only 5 pairs that I wear regularly per season.

I love big dangly earrings.

Although I do try to show social graces, I will not hold in burps or farts. They are natural processes. Holding in a fart can make you ill. So, I will attempt to excuse myself and make it as unnoticable as possible, but I will not just hold it.

ETA: I can't whistle either, Irv. But I can pick things up with my feet.