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20 facts about me... ooh boy.
In my defence I am
1. Not that interesting
2. Very tired
3. Not particularly coherent or cogent after a long weekend of talking at work.
1. I am currently in the middle of making Orangutangy Cupcakes for a baking competition at work. I don't know why I do this to myself. So far I have made 2 cake batters, flavoured some marmalade, mixed up some buttercream and I still have to cook some fondant and possibly also make some royal icing, colour it with natural (and orangutan themed) colours and actually ice the fuckers. And then take them to work on my day off. Such is the nature of my competitiveness.
2. Almost all of the clothes I own are black, grey, or blue. The ones that aren't are usually pink or purple (or sludgy uniform colours)
3. I don't have a favourite animal, but if pushed at work I will admit I have a particular fondness for our White-faced Sakis (blank looks), Gambian Pouched Rats (blank looks mixed with disgust), and the aardvarks (marginally less blank looks, but people are usually picturing an anteater and not an aardvark).
4. I may have a slight tendency towards cynicism.
5. Back in the day, I was a (not terribly) competitive ice dancer... this one always seems to surprise people.
6. Not only can I not drive, I'm pretty sure I've never even sat in the driver's seat of a car, unless my parents posed me there for hilarious baby photos. Living in North America for a few years does mean that I have frequently attempted to get in the driver's seat by accident.
7. In June I got my hair clipped to half an inch long. At the start of the year it was halfway down my back. This is why I have the odd mullet/Bradley Wiggins sideburns combo, because I am just going to let it grow until I get sick of it being long and ratty and then hack it off again (This process usually takes 3-5 years).
8. I can't eat most fruit... something about the texture of it just grosses me out and I literally can't swallow it (in a smoothie is fine though).
9. I also get really weirded out if I have to handle a lot of paper or sheets (sleeping in them is fine but making the bed is a nauseating experience).
10. I have been single for nine years... now I come to write that down, it is actually incredibly depressing.
11. My brother and I both have brown eyes, everyone else in the family on both sides has light eyes. All through my formal education whenever genetics came up I tried to find a reassuring explanation for this (There is one, so my parents probably are who I think they are).
12. I can't walk in high heels really at all. So I don't own any, nor any make up. The gender police have yet to ask me to turn in my woman card.
13. I am a little bit crazy (in a bad way) which caused me to chronically underachieve academically culminating in dropping out of a masters. Keeping everything crossed, I seem to back on a reasonable track now.
14. I suffer from motion sickness in cars on on boats, and this makes me a little bit frightened of going on theme park rides because I don't want to be that puking girl (this fear is increased by the fact that my dad is that puking guy).
15. I find more use in my daily life for the Greek and Latin that I studied than I do for algebra. I'm sure that's because I used algebra without even thinking about it (or so my old maths teachers would have me believe).
16. I'm not very ordered in my life, and don't always do things in a particularly linear way. Bearing that in mind, this is actually my last fact because I filled them in more or less at random.
17. According to the careers aptitude testI took in school, I would have made a good librarian. It's unlikely to happen now, but it does make me a little sad because I would have been a third generation librarian.
18. I just realised recently that all the rats I have had a hand in naming have royal/noble themed names (if you accept Esmerelda as a Disney princess). This is completely unintentional, I was going for fantasy characters for my own ratters, and the other two - one had to be called William since he had a penile prolapse and we were childish enough to want to call him Willy, and I convinced my coworker to name his brother Harry because it would wind up my anti-royal boss.
19. So it seems like my brain is just really fucked up (it is, a bit). In further weirdness, I feel like I have partial prosopagnosia. I can recognise faces Ok, but I really struggle to pick people out of a crowd - if I am meeting up with people half the time I am better at recognising them from behind.
20. Not strictly related to that last point, but I always have an eye for a finely honed pair of buttocks.
In my defence I am
1. Not that interesting
2. Very tired
3. Not particularly coherent or cogent after a long weekend of talking at work.
1. I am currently in the middle of making Orangutangy Cupcakes for a baking competition at work. I don't know why I do this to myself. So far I have made 2 cake batters, flavoured some marmalade, mixed up some buttercream and I still have to cook some fondant and possibly also make some royal icing, colour it with natural (and orangutan themed) colours and actually ice the fuckers. And then take them to work on my day off. Such is the nature of my competitiveness.
2. Almost all of the clothes I own are black, grey, or blue. The ones that aren't are usually pink or purple (or sludgy uniform colours)
3. I don't have a favourite animal, but if pushed at work I will admit I have a particular fondness for our White-faced Sakis (blank looks), Gambian Pouched Rats (blank looks mixed with disgust), and the aardvarks (marginally less blank looks, but people are usually picturing an anteater and not an aardvark).
4. I may have a slight tendency towards cynicism.
5. Back in the day, I was a (not terribly) competitive ice dancer... this one always seems to surprise people.
6. Not only can I not drive, I'm pretty sure I've never even sat in the driver's seat of a car, unless my parents posed me there for hilarious baby photos. Living in North America for a few years does mean that I have frequently attempted to get in the driver's seat by accident.
7. In June I got my hair clipped to half an inch long. At the start of the year it was halfway down my back. This is why I have the odd mullet/Bradley Wiggins sideburns combo, because I am just going to let it grow until I get sick of it being long and ratty and then hack it off again (This process usually takes 3-5 years).
8. I can't eat most fruit... something about the texture of it just grosses me out and I literally can't swallow it (in a smoothie is fine though).
9. I also get really weirded out if I have to handle a lot of paper or sheets (sleeping in them is fine but making the bed is a nauseating experience).
10. I have been single for nine years... now I come to write that down, it is actually incredibly depressing.
11. My brother and I both have brown eyes, everyone else in the family on both sides has light eyes. All through my formal education whenever genetics came up I tried to find a reassuring explanation for this (There is one, so my parents probably are who I think they are).
12. I can't walk in high heels really at all. So I don't own any, nor any make up. The gender police have yet to ask me to turn in my woman card.
13. I am a little bit crazy (in a bad way) which caused me to chronically underachieve academically culminating in dropping out of a masters. Keeping everything crossed, I seem to back on a reasonable track now.
14. I suffer from motion sickness in cars on on boats, and this makes me a little bit frightened of going on theme park rides because I don't want to be that puking girl (this fear is increased by the fact that my dad is that puking guy).
15. I find more use in my daily life for the Greek and Latin that I studied than I do for algebra. I'm sure that's because I used algebra without even thinking about it (or so my old maths teachers would have me believe).
16. I'm not very ordered in my life, and don't always do things in a particularly linear way. Bearing that in mind, this is actually my last fact because I filled them in more or less at random.
17. According to the careers aptitude testI took in school, I would have made a good librarian. It's unlikely to happen now, but it does make me a little sad because I would have been a third generation librarian.
18. I just realised recently that all the rats I have had a hand in naming have royal/noble themed names (if you accept Esmerelda as a Disney princess). This is completely unintentional, I was going for fantasy characters for my own ratters, and the other two - one had to be called William since he had a penile prolapse and we were childish enough to want to call him Willy, and I convinced my coworker to name his brother Harry because it would wind up my anti-royal boss.
19. So it seems like my brain is just really fucked up (it is, a bit). In further weirdness, I feel like I have partial prosopagnosia. I can recognise faces Ok, but I really struggle to pick people out of a crowd - if I am meeting up with people half the time I am better at recognising them from behind.
20. Not strictly related to that last point, but I always have an eye for a finely honed pair of buttocks.