No. 1 — I hate candy corn. What? How can I be an American and hate candy corn? Don't ask why, but it's just nasty. If all the candy corn on Earth was suddenly removed forever, I would be fine.
No. 2 — I'm forgiving to a fault. If I can give you the benefit of the doubt, I will. Even if I shouldn't, I probably will. I can also usually see both sides of an argument. Because of this, I feel like an elf. In Tolkien's Lord of the Rings, there's a line that says, "Go not to the elves for council, for they will say both yes and no." That's me.
No. 3 — Rarely do I hear music without listening to it. (That'll make sense in a moment... trust me.) If something's really good, I can get lost in it and hear it for what it is. Because of the musical training I've had, I spend the rest of the time picking it apart. "That was a nice key change... I wonder what chord progression that was because it was pretty cool... etc." Sometimes, I'd just like to hear whatever I'm listening to.
No. 4 — I can't stand overhead, incandescent lighting. Lamps? Great. Overhead fluorescents? Fantastic. But I can't sit in a room, like a living room for example, with nothing but the overhead light on. It just drives me crazy for some reason. I guess I just prefer the softer, more diffuse, (dare I say) intimate light that lamps give. My apartment doesn't even have a light fixture on the ceiling in the living room, and I couldn't be happier.
No. 5 — Inspired by the Volcano Taco commercial on TV, I sweat profusely whenever I eat something even a little bit spicy. My dad is wired the same way. Some of my friends think it's kinda weird. Once, I made the mistake of asking the question "Mild or spicy?" at Popeye's with "Spicy." I went through about half a roll of paper towels, and it looked like I had been outside running a marathon. Seriously.
No. 6 — What? A high school randomness? Hmmm.... I can remember my locker combination from eighth grade. It was the easier combination ever: 21-23-21. I didn't pick it. They gave it to me. Go figure. I'm not entirely sure it was in eighth grade, or even what the number of locker was, but I sure do remember the combination.
And because I don't know anyone else that blogs, it stops here. I may have bad luck for the next 85 years of my life and have all my hair fall out, but oh well. I'm a gamblin' man.
3 comments:
....you aren't a gamblin' man. :)
I won a surround sound system once playing Texas Hold 'Em. Granted, it was free to enter and I didn't have to pay anything if I lost... but it was still gamblin'.
Hey Michael! I'm on here!
christyandpatrick.blogspot.com- look at the pics of the homestead!
Love,
Christy
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