Thursday, November 29, 2007 - Oh. I've been tagged.
I guess I should be flattered, actually. I didn't know anyone was aware enough of my existence to send a tag my way. :c) Woo, me. Ha.
Anyway. I'll work on this now and then and post it when I get around to it. :c)
Tag Rules:
1).The player starts with 8 random facts about herself or himself.
2).The person who is tagged must post on his/her own blog his/her answers and post the rules first.
3).Then the player must pick 8 people and tag them. Also leave them a note on Message that lets them know that you tagged them. You can write who you tagged on your blog also!
1. I know I should save the strangest for last, but this one is so interesting that I'll just say it before I forget it; I know I must be a pretty unusual person, who should have no problem thinking of weird facts about herself, but the fact is, I can't think of anything at all. 
2. Um...Oh, yes, here's one. I sometimes mispronounce "mustard" as "moose-turd", for fun.
3. I once wrote twenty-one poems in a day. And no, not all of them were great.
4. Why can't I think of anything really good? I may just have to resort to funny stories from my childhood. Okay, then, here goes. When I was very young, I once made "soup" on my little plastic stove - here's the recipe in case you want to make it: water, add ketchup until red, and stir in one leaf of lettuce.
5. Even now, I still nearly go into hysterical laughter when my father tells the story about that plastic stove. (Excuse me if I chuckle as I type.) On the stovetop was a toy toaster, with plastic bread in it, which, when you pushed one slice down, which push the other slice up, with a *boing* noise. He says, and i fear it is true, that I would sit for 20 minutes at a time - oh, dear, here comes the hysterical laughter - and push the bread down, over and over. Boing, boing, boing, boing, boing. boing, boing, boing, boing, boing, boing, boing, boing, boing, boing, boing, boing, boing, boing, boing......and so on.
6. Whenever I say Goodbye to my sister, almost without fail, we both say "Drapes." The story behind this is long, and since I have tried explaining to people before, including my own parents, I somehow doubt you would fully appreciate it as my sister and I do. 
7. I have never finished a book. I love to write, I....well, I just love it, I guess. I don't write all the time, but I have been a writer since the age of ten. Still, I have never finished a book. A bit sad, really.
Anyway. Ah, I think this is a good one to end with. I love notebooks. The ones with projects in them are my buddies. The ones that are blank are treasures. I have trouble tearing myself away from the paper aisle in the store, or leaving without buying a notebook...Or buying just one notebook. You may think this would leave me with a big stack of notebooks I never use. HAHAHAHAHA! *ahem* Erm...no.Check out my post below, about NaNoWriMo.
Farewell, until we type again.
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And hey, thanks for commenting. I didn't expect to see you here. Hi. :-)