25 Things

Shawn | February 4, 2009 in Journal | Comments (1)

I was tagged on the FB (yes, I have a Facebook account now, so you all can stop bitching ok?!) with another incarnation of the seven random things meme, namely 25 Things. Twenty five was a bit much people. I think seven was the perfect amount, it gave you license to add some content to each one and be a little more creative. So, that in mind, few here are more than a sentence long.

I am addicted to my iPhone.
I have had a gym membership for the past year and a half but never stepped foot in the place since I signed up.
I talk during the movie, MST3K/Rifftrax style. If something happens that needs to be aped I can’t seem to hold back. I’m sorry.
I don’t feel like a grown up.
I suck at video games. I love to play, love to watch people who kick ass at them, I just lack skills and it pisses me off so bad I break controllers and wake up neighbors.
I still play D&D every week on Sunday night. I have been playing off and on for about 15 years. I look forward to it all week.
I have a rare auto-immune disease called Sarcoidosis. Not much is known about why it happens and there is no known cure. It doesn’t affect me much in my day-to-day life and currently don’t need to treat it thankfully. If you’re interested you can read more @ www.stopsarcoidosis.org
I am easily distracted and have a tendency to tackle things and immerse myself in them intensely for a time only to move on to other things once my interest wanes. I am constantly beating myself up for my lack of follow-through.
I am opinionated and have always been honest to a fault about how I feel on most any topic. Over the past couple years or so, I have made it a point to bite my tongue and be discreet. I will still speak my mind, but only if you ask.
I am a grammar and spelling nazi. It even bothers me if my text messages are misspelled. I try not to judge people on their spelling/penmanship/grammar, but it’s hard for me.
I love to trout fish and hunt partridge, though I rarely get the chance but once or twice a year.
Numbers don’t stick in my mind. For example, give me your number without writing it down or entering it in my cell and I will forget it. When I enter it into my phone, check to make sure I didn’t confuse the order of the digits, even if you tell me twice and I repeat it to you. I just can’t remember them nor can I do much with them when they’re right in front of me, see #25.
I quit drinking on January 1st 2007. It’s been 2 years and life has been a lot better since.
I have a keen memory for jokes and funny stories. I love a good joke, funny email, video, commercial, whatever. Tell me half of a joke and nine times out of ten I can tell you the punchline.
I am still super close with a tight group of best friends from grade school/high school. I’m told this is rare. They rock.
I have a Bachelor of Fine Arts but haven’t done any artwork in almost 8 years. I am scared that I’ll never find my creative center again if I don’t start working soon.
I haven’t dated anyone seriously in over 3 years.
I love new music. I have a new favorite song/artist/dj every other day. I would rather a dj or band play something I haven’t heard yet than sing along to the same old tunes.
I can whistle so loud it makes my ears ring.
I love tattoos. I plan on getting a full sleeve done within the next 2 years.
I don’t tolerate caffeine well. I get some pretty severe anxiety from it. I can drink a can of Pepsi in a day and that’s pushing it.
I love the television show Scrubs. I have seen every episode of every season so many times that I know every joke, yet I continue to watch them.
I am scared of Junebugs. I don’t know why. I know they are just beetles and they don’t even bite, but if one lands on me I will scream like a schoolgirl. Shut up.
I don’t care about sports. Pats, Sox, Bruins, whatEVER. I just don’t.
I’m bad at math. I’m a humanities guy, my skills with numbers lie in the basic add/subtract/mult/div, averages and sales percentages area and that’s about it.

I’ve been updating very seldom lately so this was a nice entry for my overclocked noodle to wind back down into outputting complete thoughts in lieu of indecipherable whispers, distracted utterances and random screams. I’ve been a wee bit stressed. Fear not though my loyal reader, I have a lot to write about though, and will make some time this month to bore you with all of it.