A random fact about yourself

I play(ed) the Veena.

When I was five I was tricked into drinking dirty paint water. You know, the cup of water you use to clean your brush in when you're painting with water colors? Mhm. . I was a naive little one.

I eat ate woodlice.

I'm an empath. I catch emotion like people catch disease. I have laughed at jokes I didn't even hear because everyone else is laughing and I catch it. Sometimes when I see people crying, I will cry, without even knowing who they are, and all it takes to brighten my day and make me cheerful is if someone else is cheerful.

I get high on oxygen and it comes out in sarcasm.

I use to have a crush on my PE teacher..

Ranger Hawk wrote:I want a cat, and if it's black with a white chest, his name will be Vincent. If it's tabby/tortoiseshell, his name will be Fletcher.

Okay, first time, and I'm probably doing this wrong. But...I see this and have to correct you. I cannot not correct you. Very sorry.

Tortoiseshell male cats don't really exist in large quantities and if they do they are normally sterile, depressed, and XXY. Why is this? See, the s-linked red gene (O) only exists on the X chromosome. Therefore, every male 'orange' (red/cream tabby) cat, if male, is O-. An other-color (except possibly white) male cat is o-. To have a tortoiseshell (Oo) cat, it either has to be XX (female) or XXY (intersex), to have both O and o needed to make a tortoiseshell.

...Sorry.

(There you go, you have discovered my quirk. I'm forced to spout information on genetics when anyone makes a mistake. This is to the extent I can hardly even watch this TV show my sister likes because there are two blond parents in it with a brunette son. And...that's not how it works...*whimpers*)

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I'm anthrophobic. To an extent. It's the touching thing that makes me want to attach myself to the ceiling like a cat, however. *shudders* Don't know how ye folk do it.

When I read or hold a good book or one that I'm greatly anticipating to read, I have the urge to lick the cover. It's a little weird, but it's like I need to taste the book. However, I only lick hardcover

hmmm... I think I'm related to the guy who wrote the French national anthem. I was a bit freaked out when I heard the translation though!

I lie about not being able to lie.

Funnier: I scream mentally every time I meet a new person to see if they can read minds. Also, I like whispering to people to see if they whisper back.

I always have to smell a book before I read it. I don't know why - it's sort of like and OCD. I have to smell the paper before reading it. And sometimes I'll just sit there for twenty minutes just breathing in the wonderful scent of its paper.

Also, I have this thing where I just can't leave someone unhappy, doubting themselves, or in any other bad emotion. I just don't have the will or heart to leave someone upset...it physically pains me.

Another thing, I always have a song in my head. And when I say always I literally mean always. There's never a moment when there's not music in my head. And it's not like Lady Gaga or Rhianna or any of these new singers every like. It's people like Tracy Chapman, Aerosmith, Joan Jett, Cyndi Lauper, Stevie Wonder, Martha and the Vendetta's, etc. And if I don't know the lyrics, sometimes I just go without them and sometimes I spend hours on end trying to figure out what could fit there.

Ever since I was little, I always pretended pokemon were real, and that I had an eevee that followed me everywhere. Sometimes when I'm bored at school, I'll still imagine it going around and messing with people who can't see it.

I used to eat play-do....

I could read before I could speak. Not full sentences, but letters, like I'd run up to it, pointing, and start saying the sound while waiting to be praised. xD My first real word was quack.