So, Fayza tagged me with the command to write 6 (or 8?) random and awesome things about myself.  Since I am on vacation from the 18th to the 5th, I will have plenty of time to think about what I could write about.  But, why think?  These things are best done off the cuff, with little preparation and even less wit.  So, to that end, here is my list of random and awesome things about myself:

1.) I’m OCD but lazy:  Yeah – this one’s a little weird, but that’s the only way I can explain it.  My closet is organized ROYGBIV with t-shirts, ROYGBIV with long sleeve T’s, ROYGBIV with dress shirts, etc al.  I used to organize my books by the amount of times that I had read them.  My iTunes is insanely organized.  The lazy part? There’s a pile of clothes waiting to be hung.  There is a stack of CD’s waiting to be ripped.  My books are all a garbled mess (not my fault – my bookshelf broke in half and fell on top of me and I don’t have room.)  So – while I have vastly ornate organizing systems – I’m often to lazy to really utilize them.

2.) I’m sleeping in a bed of my own for the first time since 2001:  2001 was the last time I lived in a dorm -so whether that’s a bed of my own or not is debatable.  We’ll give it to me or otherwise it would look funny to consider that it’s been almost a decade since I last had a bed of my own.  Part of the reason is semantics – I used a futon for most of those years – yet there is a great distinction between the two.  I bought the bed from the former tenant of my current house, and it is amazing.  I never realized how awful it was to sleep on a futon for all those years.  I already owned it and enjoyed the size – so I never really looked to get anything else.  It makes a huge difference and it’s probably also a sign of maturity.

3.) I do Math – a lot:  Not to cater to Asian stereotypes, but I am almost always doing math in my head.  Sometimes it’s little things, like figuring out how many steps it takes me to walk between blocks.  Sometimes it’s a little more involved, like calculating the number of people per minute I pass on said walk.  Sometimes it’s incredibly involved – like when I used math to determine that the odds of me finding a stable single girl at my age are very low.  It doesn’t matter what I’m doing – I’m usually doing some sort of math problem in my head.

4.) I like quirky girls: You know that scene in Juno when she talks about the jocky guy liking the freaky girl that “wears horn rimmed glasses and reads McSweeney’s.”  Yeah – that’s me.  Not that I was ever really a jock or anything – but throughout my life, I have ALWAYS liked the girl that would not be akin to my social circle.  I think it has something to do with my rather conventional choice of friends – and yet my below the surface unconventional leanings.  I figure someday I’ll find the balance between the two – or maybe have the confidence to go after what my heart wants.

5.) Doesn’t Like Football:  I’m not sure when it happened.  In theory, I still love the sport.  I’ll still watch choice games here and there.  But, for all intent and purpose – I just would rather do so many other things than watch football on the weekends.  Especially the NFL.  I just have no yearning to watch.  Good college games will catch my attention, but the NFL has pretty much lost me.  I have no clue why either.  I’ve spent every Sunday of this football season not watching the games – and haven’t missed a beat.

6.) I have over 10 novels started:  I write – a lot.  The one thing I can’t do is finish what I write.  I have the outlines and the start to over 10 seperate novels (or at least that’s what they are supposed to be), but I get stuck and just move on.  I figure someday I will return to them but I never have.  Considering that some of the older ones are almost 10 years old, I need to do something to really take care of it.  Hopefully one of my ideas will inspire me – but as of yet, it hasn’t happened.

7.) I hate socks: I work at the perfect job now in the sense that I can wear sandals most of the year.  I don’t know why I hate socks, but I just can’t stand them at all.  I throw my socks away after a few uses (another perk of my job is access to free socks!) because I just can’t stand the fact that they’ve been on feet…which leads me to 8.

8.) I hate feet: Just the thought of feet grosses me out.  I don’t know why.  It just makes me want to gag.  It’s funny because I have to look at pictures of feet for my job.  Okay, maybe it’s pictures of people wearing clogs or sandals, but it’s still GROSS.  BLURGH!