I've never made microwave popcorn and am really reluctant to do so. I love it, but if I give in, I'll never get that streak back. Which is stupid because who cares.
The weather has such an effect on my mood. I can't get enough sunny springtime and on a nice day, I'll mention how nice it is at least 32 times.
I have an overactive conscience and almost always give people the benefit of the doubt.
When I'm awakened suddenly, I can be incredibly mean for no reason before I'm fully conscious and have no recollection of it later. Luckily I don't think I do this too often anymore.
I've punched my grandmother in the head. Twice.
If I say "GD," I mean "gosh dammit." Or "gosh damn."
My pinky finger is permanently crooked from numerous football injuries, and it really bothers me. I'm always tempted to try to squash it straight.
My least favorite word in the entire world starts with an F and ends with A-R-T. But I kind of love cursing.
I'm always wildly uncomfortable having my picture taken.
I'd rather be barefoot.
I'm addicted to chapstick and gum, but I only chew half pieces so I find half Orbit wrappers EVERYWHERE.
My proudest moment may have been volunteering to lead the Eagles chant that a DJ was about to start in a Jersey bar... and then singing "Hail to the Redskins" into the mic instead. If someone asks me what my proudest moment has been, I will never say this. Not sure who goes around asking about proudest moments, but just in case.
When I totaled my car, I ended up with three small bruises from my seatbelt. I end up with worse injuries due to clumsiness on a daily basis.
I sometimes have trouble communicating with people who aren't sarcastic.
I think reading is one of the best escapes there is. I have library books due soon, so I should probably be reading now instead of watching this episode of Seinfeld for the 147th time.