Ten Weird Facts/Stories About Me
Hello, all! I realized that I was slacking a bit in the vulnerability department and decided to share some weird stories and facts about myself with the world to rectify that. Whether this counts as vulnerability or would be more accurately categorized as narcissism, now that's debatable...
Anyway, I love making arbitrary lists so...here we go:
- During my sophomore year of college, I was in a McDonalds around 4am (it was exam week) with a classmate and a man introduced himself to us as the bodyguard for the King of Mali and asked us to go with him. What the King of Mali would possibly be doing in a McDonalds in Fredericksburg at 4am I do not know...but at the end of the day we evaded kidnapping and passed the exam, so it all turned out all right.
- I love the dentist but hate the doctor.
- My favorite punctuation mark is the em dash: — (NOTE: do not confuse this with the slightly narrower en dash: – , nor the even more narrow hyphen: - .)
- One Sunday, I volunteered to do the closing prayer during youth group and I was told I sounded like a message left on an answering machine.
- I sleep with a pocketknife next to me in case someone breaks in.
- During my teenage years, I was one of the admins for the wiki of a popular young adult TV show (that will remain unnamed to save me some humiliation) and taught myself how to code, a skill I promptly forgot once the show ended.
- I have really skinny fingers; my left ring finger size is 4 1/2.
- I've never seen more than two minutes of a Lord of the Rings movie or Star Wars movie (my mom loves both franchises, so I am stumped as to how this happened).
- I wore braces on both legs as a kid. Coincidentally, there was a boy at school who only had one leg and so he wore a plastic prosthetic that looked very similar to the braces I had, so some kids assumed I had gotten both legs amputated as well.
- My nickname in high school was "Mom" and for two Mothers' Days in a row my friends made me a shirt with their handprints all over it.
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