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ink_n_imp- List 7 habits/quirks/facts.
- Tag 7 people to do the same.
- Don't tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag 'whoever wants to do it'.
1) I think one of the biggest reasons I never attempted to get into underwater archaeology is that I am QUITE TERRIFIED of diving in dark/low visibility conditions. Give me crystal clear waters, but the MINUTE you mention night/cave/diving off Long Island coast, NU-HUH, as much as I want to, I DO NOT WANT. I mean, I'd like to think I'd be able to get over that phobia and be absolutely ballsey about it, but I've been terrified of the great watery unknown since a scare I had when I was nine. And it was a stupid scare too, involving me snorkeling alone happily one day when I used to live on the shore, and quite suddenly coming across as sunken foundation in the murky water and it shocking THE EVER LIVING HELL out of me. I mean, all of sudden it went from sand and rocks and hermit crabs to FUCKING BLACK DOOM COVERED IN SEAWEED AND SHIT AND OMG!!—
*sigh* if only I was only afraid of something that made sense, like, drowning, and not, you know, Cthulhu.
2) I was on my high school's sail team, and sailed in regattas and what not. I was actually a TERRIBLE captain/navigator because it took me THREE DAMN YEARS to finally understand how to point a boat/sail so that you go forward and not, you know, BACKWARDS, or worse, dead in the water. However, I was a fucking awesome jib whore. FOR REALS. No one could reel that jib sail in faster or better than me, and I didn't even need an extra person on the winch. I HAD THAT SHIT. Also, I was the heavy wind/white cap sailor for the two person 4-20s, because when I hiked over the side of a nearly keeled over boat, it stayed the fuck away from capsizing. Damn straight. Except for this one time, but that was on a lake in Connecticut and you know what, I got hypothermia from that motherfucker because I fell in, and then had to jump back into the water to right that fucking boat and the lake's surface had just thawed out THE WEEK BEFORE. 50 degree water, guys. Even with a wetsuit that shit is NOT a joke, holy GOD.
I also had a book of Shakespearean insults that I would bring to our practice regattas—as all my fellow Thespians sailed on my team, we would shout them at the opposite team.
…I guess the point of this half-mad digression is that I REALLY, REALLY MISS SAILING.
3) I have sailed twice on the HMS Rose, the ship used in the movie Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World. When I found out it was being used for that movie, I COULDN'T EVEN YOU GUYS. As much as I was destroyed that I wouldn't sail on it again, I love the Patrick O'Brien books so much that I threw one my stiffest upper lip at the AWESOMENESS that I somehow had a physical connection to Jack Aubrey and Stephen Maturin. Because I am JUST THAT MUCH OF A DORK.
4) I absolutely can NOT manage audio books. I have enough trouble paying attention to what someone in front of me is saying to me. I'm sorry. I really have no listening stamina. I'm like a dog. Or the most unfortunate of male clichés. This has caused me much grief.
5) I love bones. Actual bones, not Dr. Leonard McCoy. No really, it's almost disconcerting. I am fascinated by their incredible strength and their relative weakness. Should I ever have to lose a limb, you can bet that I will do EVERYTHING IN MY POWER to ensure the bones are saved and put to the side, so I can wire them and place them on my desk. If it's my hand, I WILL make a lamp; the hand will be holding the bulb. Or something. I wish I could look at my own bones to see what they have to say. I wish I could look at yours. WAIT, WHERE ARE YOU GOING, I WOULDN'T ACTUALLY…
6) One kind of a good dream for me is where I'm a knight or hero or even an anti-hero and I'm protecting a child. Usually the child is a young girl or a baby. Even if I die protecting them in the dream, I still wake up satisfied. My worst nightmares tend to involving marriage, or romance in general. If ANYONE can tell me where the hell these issues are coming from, please tell me? I SWEAR I had a good, healthy childhood with loving, happily married parents, I really did!
7) Thanks to fandom, I don't think I've been this keen and quick to meet new people, or to get along with them so fast, since I was a wee!Nella. Somewhere between high school and college I totally lost that damn-the-torpedoes-full-speed-ahead philosophy of socialization and actually cared about how people viewed me, and likewise became far more judgmental based on first impressions. Now…I still care, but I've lost the judgmental bit and you know what? The other person hates me, they have two legs--they don't like me, there's the door. ;)
AAAAAAAAAAAAND do it yourself if you feel so inclined. ^_^
- Tag 7 people to do the same.
- Don't tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag 'whoever wants to do it'.
1) I think one of the biggest reasons I never attempted to get into underwater archaeology is that I am QUITE TERRIFIED of diving in dark/low visibility conditions. Give me crystal clear waters, but the MINUTE you mention night/cave/diving off Long Island coast, NU-HUH, as much as I want to, I DO NOT WANT. I mean, I'd like to think I'd be able to get over that phobia and be absolutely ballsey about it, but I've been terrified of the great watery unknown since a scare I had when I was nine. And it was a stupid scare too, involving me snorkeling alone happily one day when I used to live on the shore, and quite suddenly coming across as sunken foundation in the murky water and it shocking THE EVER LIVING HELL out of me. I mean, all of sudden it went from sand and rocks and hermit crabs to FUCKING BLACK DOOM COVERED IN SEAWEED AND SHIT AND OMG!!—
*sigh* if only I was only afraid of something that made sense, like, drowning, and not, you know, Cthulhu.
2) I was on my high school's sail team, and sailed in regattas and what not. I was actually a TERRIBLE captain/navigator because it took me THREE DAMN YEARS to finally understand how to point a boat/sail so that you go forward and not, you know, BACKWARDS, or worse, dead in the water. However, I was a fucking awesome jib whore. FOR REALS. No one could reel that jib sail in faster or better than me, and I didn't even need an extra person on the winch. I HAD THAT SHIT. Also, I was the heavy wind/white cap sailor for the two person 4-20s, because when I hiked over the side of a nearly keeled over boat, it stayed the fuck away from capsizing. Damn straight. Except for this one time, but that was on a lake in Connecticut and you know what, I got hypothermia from that motherfucker because I fell in, and then had to jump back into the water to right that fucking boat and the lake's surface had just thawed out THE WEEK BEFORE. 50 degree water, guys. Even with a wetsuit that shit is NOT a joke, holy GOD.
I also had a book of Shakespearean insults that I would bring to our practice regattas—as all my fellow Thespians sailed on my team, we would shout them at the opposite team.
…I guess the point of this half-mad digression is that I REALLY, REALLY MISS SAILING.
3) I have sailed twice on the HMS Rose, the ship used in the movie Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World. When I found out it was being used for that movie, I COULDN'T EVEN YOU GUYS. As much as I was destroyed that I wouldn't sail on it again, I love the Patrick O'Brien books so much that I threw one my stiffest upper lip at the AWESOMENESS that I somehow had a physical connection to Jack Aubrey and Stephen Maturin. Because I am JUST THAT MUCH OF A DORK.
4) I absolutely can NOT manage audio books. I have enough trouble paying attention to what someone in front of me is saying to me. I'm sorry. I really have no listening stamina. I'm like a dog. Or the most unfortunate of male clichés. This has caused me much grief.
5) I love bones. Actual bones, not Dr. Leonard McCoy. No really, it's almost disconcerting. I am fascinated by their incredible strength and their relative weakness. Should I ever have to lose a limb, you can bet that I will do EVERYTHING IN MY POWER to ensure the bones are saved and put to the side, so I can wire them and place them on my desk. If it's my hand, I WILL make a lamp; the hand will be holding the bulb. Or something. I wish I could look at my own bones to see what they have to say. I wish I could look at yours. WAIT, WHERE ARE YOU GOING, I WOULDN'T ACTUALLY…
6) One kind of a good dream for me is where I'm a knight or hero or even an anti-hero and I'm protecting a child. Usually the child is a young girl or a baby. Even if I die protecting them in the dream, I still wake up satisfied. My worst nightmares tend to involving marriage, or romance in general. If ANYONE can tell me where the hell these issues are coming from, please tell me? I SWEAR I had a good, healthy childhood with loving, happily married parents, I really did!
7) Thanks to fandom, I don't think I've been this keen and quick to meet new people, or to get along with them so fast, since I was a wee!Nella. Somewhere between high school and college I totally lost that damn-the-torpedoes-full-speed-ahead philosophy of socialization and actually cared about how people viewed me, and likewise became far more judgmental based on first impressions. Now…I still care, but I've lost the judgmental bit and you know what? The other person hates me, they have two legs--they don't like me, there's the door. ;)
AAAAAAAAAAAAND do it yourself if you feel so inclined. ^_^
