Everyone seems to be including lists of quirky little facts about themselves in their blogs. Since I have a paper to write and I will do anything to procrastinate I decided to do the same.

Random Shit:

• I don't sleep with anything other than a top sheet and a comforter on my bed. I also never make my bed. When asked why I do not make the bed I usually respond that it is pointless to make it because you will just sleep in it the next night. The real reason I do not make the bed is that I like to lay in bed periodically throughout the day and I end messing it up when I make it. I also spend probably an average of 8-10 hours a day sleeping/laying in bed. I read in bed, I watch tv in bed, play Madden NFL 2005 and NCAA 2005 in bed, and I sometimes just lay in bed with the covers over my head because I am depressed/lazy. I love my comforter. When I get married the hardest adjustment I will have to make is possibly giving up my comforter, and sleeping under a pile of freaking covers. You do not realize how hard this is going to be on me.
• I am pack rat. I have a very hard time throwing anything away. I get this from my grandpa. This is not so much of a problem except for the fact that I just leave shit randomly laying around, and it makes my place look like a pigsty. I can't force myself to pick it up or throw it away. I still have handouts given to me in high school, and a good bit of my school work from elementary school because I am afraid to throw it away. I also horde certain items like paper towels, toilet paper, and underware. I have freaking tons of underwear. I get this from my grandma who used to have a special set of underware for every set of clothes she wore, and she used to buy me two new packs of underwear each month.
• I, like Little E, adore lists. I think lists are the most primitive form of the archaeology of knowledge but I wished everything was written in list form. I think this is why I love sports websites so much because they utilize lists more than any other medium. It is always "the ten best this or that."
• I love anything cold/frozen/slushy. I used to be late for high school almost every morning because I would drive 20 minutes out of my way to buy a pina coloda slurpee at the 7/11 in Arlington on Green Oaks Blvd. I also eat a ton of sno cones. I don't know why but I really do not like sweets unless they are frozen or extremely cold. I would also like to qualify this a bit because I love peanut butter. However, I don't consider it a sweet but a fruit/vegetable.
• Growing up I always thought I would be a priest or a preacher, and I always feel like my life is a failure because I have turned my back on my calling. I believe in God, but I have never forgiven him for giving my grandmother alzheimers. I also think that her sickness was a Job like test that I failed. I also do not speak to God much anymore, and the first time I spoke with him since I was in my teens was when my fiancee got sick last April. I also felt guilty asking him to help her because I know it was not for her sake, but for my own selfish reasons. I love her and need her and I simply could not lose her. I also do not understand his plan, and this makes me very angry at him because I think he makes humans suffer needlessly. I also feel he listens to me when I talk to him, and that he does not listen to everyone who talks to him. I feel I have a priviledged place in his plan but I feel like crap most of the time because reject his plan because I am so angry at him. So I feel like a constant failure/disappointment.
• Unlike J, I don't consider myself a likeable person. In fact I know most people do not like me, and I am ok with this. I am angry, arrogant, self righteous, and a know it all. You know what though? I am cool with this. I like me, and I am not changing myself to please others. I also take solace in the fact that in a room full of people I am usually the smartest person in the room, and I can usually beat most of the people up in the room at any given moment. Even if they gang up on me.
• I suffered serious physical abuse as a child. I am proud of this. In a sick sort of way I take pride in the fact that I know no matter what happens nothing can be worse than being hit in the face with a belt so hard that it splits your forehead, and lip so badly that my lip still cracks where it was split everytime it gets cold, or my lips get dry. I also do not allow children to be spanked/hit in my presence. I do not care if they are you kids or not.
• I don't write that well. I am terrible with grammar/style. I also write like I talk. I have doubts as to my long term ability to become a professor. While I am smart and have creative ideas I usually struggle to translate them into writing. I am also a perfectionist which is why I believe I procrastinate so much when I write. If I wait until the last minute then it does not have to be perfect. In my own gorilla logic this makes sense to me.

I think this is enough revelation for one day. I have to finish my paper now, but first I am going to home and act like I am sleeping for about 45 minutes. I will then get up and write my paper.