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Someone tagged me, I can't remember who. Anyway, here we are: seven random things about me:
1. I'm too hot. Yes, not exactly a surprise nowadays. I just wanted an excuse to say it again.
2. I think Remus/Lily would be a good idea. No, really.
3. I am not bilingual, but I'm working on it. In just the last few weeks, I've been making a conscious effort to speak Hindi, and slowly, slowly, it's coming back. The most hopeful sign, at least in my opinion, is that every so often I'm having a passing thought or there's comment by my internal monologue that's actually in Hindi. Very short things, like pani chhaiye rather than I'm thirsty, but I hope it's the beginning of a trend.
4. I get very, very geeky over television episode titles. Life On Mars doesn't have episode titles at all, and it actually makes me twitchy. I probably don't know the title of every episode of every show I've ever watched, but hell, let's say seventy-five percent. *g*
5. I always type out numbers in full. Even on MSN and AIM. I don't know why, I really don't. It's got to the point where it's quicker for me to type "three" than to move my typing fingers up to "3".
6. I arrived in the world three months ahead of time. (By rights, my birthday ought to be at the end of March.) Apparently it was a one in a very large number chance that I wouldn't be born with brain damage.
7. I get Scouse when I'm nervous. No, I really do. Back in economics tutes last term, I don't think Forder realised it wasn't my natural state of being, but he probably found it pretty horrifying regardless. I couldn't stop myself. Not that I actually object to it in itself; it's the fact that most people find the idea of me being Scouse hilarious (Pat, for one; she keeps catching my eye and collapsing into quiet hysterics). I don't think I blame them, to be honest.
Um, that's it. My life is currently spent sleeping, walking, working, writing, and being mildly agoraphobic, none of which are very interesting to people who aren't me. The most exciting thing that happened to me all day was an unexpected gift of chocolate cake, which was nice but not really worth blogging.
In fact, I rather think the next thing of any note to happen to me will be my short time with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amchau at the end of the month. She and I have decided to spend two days doing nothing but eating ice-cream and watching stupid amounts of television, and I'm looking forward to it. More now that I don't have a driving test straight after - I've pushed it backwards because OMG I CANNOT DRIVE I DRIVE INTO THINGS. Okay, not so much any more. Actually, I would be able to drive just fine if I didn't panic. Today, some complete bastard trying to drive away without paying for petrol came within a hair's breadth of ripping off my left wing mirror - he overtook me on the inside and nearly gave me a heart attack in the process - and I sort of spun into neutral and freaked. I sometimes wonder if I should really bother with manual transmission, but hell, I learned this way, I'm bloody-minded enough to stick with it.
What worries me is that if I don't pass it first time, I won't get another chance to take it. And I've never heard of anyone passing their driving test first time, leaving alone my total mechanical incompetence. Anyway, I think I'm getting distracted. Barringamchau and the driving test of doom, life gets dull again for quite a while. Me going solo around Europe should be fun if I don't get lost, and then comes September, the States and the Visit of OMG. The last of which creeps into my head at all times of night and day - yesterday in the shop, I spent the morning going through the parcels received through ordinary post, not from wholesalers. The three national wholesalers provide every book that you can get easily - think bestsellers, textbooks, the vast majority of books in print that people want. Other books are provided by more arcane sources, sometimes Amazon marketplace, sometimes through contacts in other countries, sometimes direct from publishers overseas, it's all a bit of a treasure hunt. Anyway, I was cutting through the packaging on a battered parcel from an independent American bookshop, and noticed it was postmarked Chicago, Illinois and it made me squee a bit. I actually am still fascinated by the postal service - how do four lines of text get a parcel anywhere in the world? How does an obscure book make it from an American city across six thousand miles to a tiny bookshop in the middle of nowhere?
(And why would anyone go to that much effort for a book called "The Light At The End Of The Carpal Tunnel", but I digress.)
Anyway. I fully appreciate all this is very, very dull. Therefore I'm turning to a meme of sorts. I've been on LJ since April 2002, but this particular LJ since July 9th, 2002. So in honour of having been here for four years, I ask you: what brought you here? How'd we meet? Anything you've always wanted to ask me, or tell me? What about you? If I don't know already, where are you from and what are you into? Tell me all.
1. I'm too hot. Yes, not exactly a surprise nowadays. I just wanted an excuse to say it again.
2. I think Remus/Lily would be a good idea. No, really.
3. I am not bilingual, but I'm working on it. In just the last few weeks, I've been making a conscious effort to speak Hindi, and slowly, slowly, it's coming back. The most hopeful sign, at least in my opinion, is that every so often I'm having a passing thought or there's comment by my internal monologue that's actually in Hindi. Very short things, like pani chhaiye rather than I'm thirsty, but I hope it's the beginning of a trend.
4. I get very, very geeky over television episode titles. Life On Mars doesn't have episode titles at all, and it actually makes me twitchy. I probably don't know the title of every episode of every show I've ever watched, but hell, let's say seventy-five percent. *g*
5. I always type out numbers in full. Even on MSN and AIM. I don't know why, I really don't. It's got to the point where it's quicker for me to type "three" than to move my typing fingers up to "3".
6. I arrived in the world three months ahead of time. (By rights, my birthday ought to be at the end of March.) Apparently it was a one in a very large number chance that I wouldn't be born with brain damage.
7. I get Scouse when I'm nervous. No, I really do. Back in economics tutes last term, I don't think Forder realised it wasn't my natural state of being, but he probably found it pretty horrifying regardless. I couldn't stop myself. Not that I actually object to it in itself; it's the fact that most people find the idea of me being Scouse hilarious (Pat, for one; she keeps catching my eye and collapsing into quiet hysterics). I don't think I blame them, to be honest.
Um, that's it. My life is currently spent sleeping, walking, working, writing, and being mildly agoraphobic, none of which are very interesting to people who aren't me. The most exciting thing that happened to me all day was an unexpected gift of chocolate cake, which was nice but not really worth blogging.
In fact, I rather think the next thing of any note to happen to me will be my short time with
amchau at the end of the month. She and I have decided to spend two days doing nothing but eating ice-cream and watching stupid amounts of television, and I'm looking forward to it. More now that I don't have a driving test straight after - I've pushed it backwards because OMG I CANNOT DRIVE I DRIVE INTO THINGS. Okay, not so much any more. Actually, I would be able to drive just fine if I didn't panic. Today, some complete bastard trying to drive away without paying for petrol came within a hair's breadth of ripping off my left wing mirror - he overtook me on the inside and nearly gave me a heart attack in the process - and I sort of spun into neutral and freaked. I sometimes wonder if I should really bother with manual transmission, but hell, I learned this way, I'm bloody-minded enough to stick with it.What worries me is that if I don't pass it first time, I won't get another chance to take it. And I've never heard of anyone passing their driving test first time, leaving alone my total mechanical incompetence. Anyway, I think I'm getting distracted. Barring
amchau and the driving test of doom, life gets dull again for quite a while. Me going solo around Europe should be fun if I don't get lost, and then comes September, the States and the Visit of OMG. The last of which creeps into my head at all times of night and day - yesterday in the shop, I spent the morning going through the parcels received through ordinary post, not from wholesalers. The three national wholesalers provide every book that you can get easily - think bestsellers, textbooks, the vast majority of books in print that people want. Other books are provided by more arcane sources, sometimes Amazon marketplace, sometimes through contacts in other countries, sometimes direct from publishers overseas, it's all a bit of a treasure hunt. Anyway, I was cutting through the packaging on a battered parcel from an independent American bookshop, and noticed it was postmarked Chicago, Illinois and it made me squee a bit. I actually am still fascinated by the postal service - how do four lines of text get a parcel anywhere in the world? How does an obscure book make it from an American city across six thousand miles to a tiny bookshop in the middle of nowhere?(And why would anyone go to that much effort for a book called "The Light At The End Of The Carpal Tunnel", but I digress.)
Anyway. I fully appreciate all this is very, very dull. Therefore I'm turning to a meme of sorts. I've been on LJ since April 2002, but this particular LJ since July 9th, 2002. So in honour of having been here for four years, I ask you: what brought you here? How'd we meet? Anything you've always wanted to ask me, or tell me? What about you? If I don't know already, where are you from and what are you into? Tell me all.
