1) I love picking my nose. Now, before you freak out, it's not like I walk around with my finger up my nose. But if there's a goober in there that the Kleenex can't get, I don't mind discreetly digging it out with one of my cute little digits. The best boogers are the dry ones that stick to the inside of my nose - love!
2) I have about 115 credits on PaperBackSwap, which means that I am eligible to receive 115 books. I've started ordering books for the kiddo, but it will take awhile to deplete my stash of credits (a good thing).
3) I don't think I'm very interesting. I often think how cool it'd be to be someone like dooce and to be super duper popular, but I'm just not that girl. And when it comes down to it, I don't think I could handle the popularity anyway. I like anonymity. I'm a lurker by nature (online, anyway).
4) I collect links. I star things in my Google Reader that appeal to me and often never reference most of them again. I bookmark tons of links and then never use most of them. Every once in awhile, I go through my bookmarks and it's like Christmas.
5) I would love to photograph the inside of people's homes. I am pretty fascinated by the way others keep their houses.
6) I would love to be a professional snoop. I don't snoop in real life, which is probably why I do so much snooping (lurking) online. Yeah, I sound creepy.
7) I could fit in a highchair with the tray on when I was 18. I'd love to see if I still could. The end result might depress me, though.
8) I took dance lessons/classes for thirteen years, from age five to eighteen. Even though it's been a long, long while since I've performed, I still miss it.
9) I often wonder if I have what it takes to succeed. I have always had big dreams, but it seems that I just lack discipline. Because of this, I wonder what matters more: talent or diligence?
10) It took me all of ten seconds to come up with the (lame) title for this post. Here, have a picture for your troubles.
So, now you all know what a nose-picking, boring, stalking wannabe dancer I am. But at least I could still fit in a highchair when I was 18. That counts for something.
6 comments:
Damn. I don't think I could fit in the high chair at 4 years old. I am jealousE!
I'm pretty sure that right now, and for the next few months, you should stay away from trying to squeeze into high chairs.
I'm also pretty fascinated by the way other people keep their houses. I wish I could see more how others actually live when they are not expecting guests.
And you'll never ever ever get me to confess to item number one on your list. Nope. Not me.
Ich bin Auslander und sprechen nicht gut Deutsch!
i still miss performing, too. :(
thanks for playing!!! yr a good sport and not at all boring : )
What kind of dancing? I took Mexican dance lessons for a few years. It's a brown person thing.
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