Five, oh five, it's a magic number.

Sarah made me do this. A lovely list of five of my weird habits. I wish I could say it was hard to think of five, because you know I have hardly any being SO PERFECT and all.

1. I am totally ritualistic about about my blankets and sheets. To the point of being annoying. I don't sleep with a top sheet, mainly because I hate the way it can get all tangled around my feet. Or worse, the way it can get ALL WRINKLY. Horrors! Before Christmas I was a guest at someones house and while I was laying in this bed I was trying my best to smile and not notice the blanket point was poking up in my face. My brain was saying "GAH! THINGS ARE WRONG!" as I was looking down, SMILING, at everything more than slightly askew. The sheet gathered into a kind of tether which was wrapped around my legs. How did that happen? All I did was get in and cover up!? I ended up having to kick everyone off the bed, kitty included, while I TOTALLY REMADE THE BED. As I was shaking the comforter out to be EVEN and STRAIGHT, I knocked down some lights. Um, yeeeeeeeeah. I was met with a knowing look and, "so, are you done?" What can I say? I am particular. I am The Princess and The Pea.

2. I hate when someone reads one of my magazines before I get to it. I like it to be FRESH. This can actually be blamed on an upstairs neighbor I once had. She mentioned that she liked her magazines to be CRISP and NEW when she opened them and maybe I had just never realized it but I thought "HEY! I like that too!" and now I am doomed. Thanks, Upstairs Weirdo (who also wore loud heels on the woodfloor at 3AM. Let's face it, she was kind of a dink) for showing me the dark side! Anyway, now I have to be the first person to read my new magazines AND I am relentless about picking an unblemised copy if I buy a magazine in the store. Which I shouldn't really be since once I get home and flip through them once, they spend most of their life on my floor. Then I finally give up a month later and throw them away. BUT, Sweet Baby Jesus, THEY WERE FRESH WHEN I BOUGHT THEM.

3. I believe in fate and that things happen for a reason. I also believe in this ONE Kabbalah principle about their being meaning in everyone you encounter throughout the day, even the assholes who annoy you in transit and the person who makes you your coffee. Everyone! I don't know what the PURPOSE of any of these interactions are when they happen (well, I usually don't) but it makes me feel better to feel like "well, WHO KNOWS?" and then just go about my day. I don't sit around obsessing about it, but I feel comforted by believing that there is a point to all this day to day junk. Or what may SEEM like junk at the time. This is maybe not a HABIT but I do think about it a fair amount, so that's what you are getting.

4. I watch DVD's and old movies when I clean. I didn't even realize this was a habit until I looked over at my VCR and saw Sleepless in Seattle sitting there. A movie I have seen probably 10 times. And I kind of hate Meg Ryan! Yet the other Sunday when I was going to do some cleaning up, I put it on in the background while I wandered around, folding laundry and cleaning the bathroom. Other things I regularly watch are Sex and the City DVDs, many of which I am totally sick of, yet I figure "well, when the boring parts are on I will just be doing other stuff." I like to have background noise, yet also something that distracts me. It keeps me from completely losing interest in the cleaning and just sitting there and staring at the wall. I can watch the parts I think are funny or whatever, and while the rest is on, I listen to it in the background like a song. Is this weird of me? Other movies which I like for this purpose: Almost Famous, Say Anything, Royal Tennebaums, and Bridget Jones Diary. All of which I have watched approximately 5 to 76 times. All of which I am sure I will watch again. Hey, it's Sunday which is CLEANING DAY.

5. I can't stop eating cheese. Yep, that is #5. CHEESE. I love it. If I cut cheese (hee) out of my diet, I would probably be a skinny little thing. Oh well. Not gonna happen. I read recently that cheese has some kind of thing in common with opium. Something in it makes your brain go "OOOO, good!" When I heard this I thought maybe I should start taking opium. It might be better for me.

I am not passing this onto five people because I don't feel like it but if Jen, Caitlin, and Mrs. Kennedy feel like writing about their weird little quirks, well, I hope they will.

Comments

[styro]

you are crazy. and you can't spell my name!? after ALL THIS TIME? We are no longer friends. THERE IS NO Y!! We are finished! *SOB*

[jenB]

lordy i will try. there are probably lots. i am not sure i can admit them, even on the blog. now i must go think.

[marsha_tm]

Oh yes. Cheese is good.

[Jilleyn]

#1 - me. My husband now has his own set of blankets. It helps not annoy me so.

[Tracie]

I HATE the top sheet, too. Actually, if I get my way (which now that I no longer sleep alone never happens), I just sleep on top of my completely made bed with an extra blanket or comforter covering me. I like to have my feet stick out the end. Weirdo!

[erika]

I also hate the top sheet. I just change the cover to our comforter and have a fitted sheet underneath. And I could never, ever cut the cheese (hee) from my diet.