I keep receiving spam from a sender named Jenn titled, "WANNA SEE MY PICS?" I have a cousin named Jenn. It's really starting to freak me out.
'Cause Manda tagged me: All you need to do is create a post with 10 random facts about yourself; simple as that.
1. I didn't know I have actually been outside of the U. S. until earlier this year. Apparently my parents brought me to Canada when I was younger - and I never realized it.
2. My cousins, myself, and my siblings used to be really close, in that we used to see each other all the time and spend time together. We weren't always nice to each other. My oldest cousin (Jenn) used to be a bit of a bully and would harass my brother. Probably partially out of peer pressure, partially because at the time I saw nothing wrong with it, I'd often be the equal participator. My other cousin (Dominique, who I call Dod (pronounced Dode) or Dods, derrived from her family nickname Dodi) was able to spend less time with us and she always was the weakest. Therefore, when she was around, abuse was shifted somewhat to her (oddly enough, me and her are the closest of friends now; I rarely think of it, but she's the closest to me of the few that are). As my sister and other cousin (Francesca) were born, the took the role of littlest and were excluded from most stuff. It kind of became the Big Kids and the Little Kids idea. That's how the adults used to put it, anyway. It lead to the family famous example of the Little Kids having to go to bed and Francesca exclaiming (as my brother was walking away), "Nathan! You're not a big kid!" (my brother is shorter for his age). In any case, as our parents moved farther apart and we spent less time together, these get togethers were broken up. We've become closer (maturity does all kinds of wonder to a person) and it's a shame we never did spend the same amount of time together consistantly. I think we'd have kept going a lot of the hobbies we did together, some of us would be different for the better, and we just would have been even closer. But alas - I'll hold. I could go on forever about. It was a fascinating social dynamic (if, of course, you're weird like me and enjoy studying how things work, like social interractions and social standing in a group).
3. When I was rather young, I used to want to be an architect and I'd watch this show about it. I don't, for the life of me, know why. I've never shown the slightest interest since then and never rethought about going into it.
4. I was the most straight-lace of kids, before 6th grade. And I wasn't that impressive in Middle School, either. Meaning, I wouldn't have been able to make heads-or-tails of a sex joke, and I don't think I even knew curse words. I remember saying something about someone playing with themselves in 5th grade, which I was just reciting from what sounded like it made relative sense. The situation didn't even make sense that I used it in, everyone else was just surprised it came from me. Which, of course, is funny if you contrast it to me now. There's little I don't know (heh, and I certainly don't shy away). Ever wonder what people who knew you 8 years ago would think of you now?
5. My humor is rather all over the place. I can love slapstick (so long as done well). Plus I love sexual humor, generally when done intelligently or it can be base as well (laughing with Rachel over descriptions on how to perform oral sex in the Kama Sutra book for a full five minutes comes to mind). Actually, just about any crude humor does well with me.
Contrasting this, my humor can be pretty dry, as well. I'm reminded of the time I'm sleeping in the car and my mom wakes me and tells me we're looking for Liberty Restaurant. I pause for a moment, then ask, "Is it in Boston?" Bad, I know, I know.
Plus I tend to really sarcastic. Caustically so. I'm even suprised when I look back at some of my stuff how biting my sarcasm was (heh, wow, that sounded a bit pretentious). Othertimes, my sarcasm is simply dry, in that it relies wholly on you knowing. For example, were we talking about eating flesh and someone asks is it good for you. My dry sarcasm would be responding back in a completely serious tone, like I mean it, "Yes. It's incredibly good for you." Which basically means you often have to know me to get when I'm being serious or not. My dad always gets irritated with this because I say something odd or weird, not meaning it, and he takes me seriously and gives me a weird look.
6. I used to draw a lot. Nothing award winning, but I used to. I could still make a comic, if I wanted to (I do, from time to time).
7. I love history, but I'm not sure why. I just love the subject, and any thing which impliments bringing back characters, events, etc. repeatedly. I suppose that's why I love the history of Germany and France starting from the founding of Germany to WWII (never told you this story? tsk, I don't know how not; absolute favorite).
8. Much to my parents distaste, I've purposely "dumbed down" anything immediately eye catching or alluring about me (in an example related to the rents, I never comb my hair; heh, mom hates that). I'm not very telling from the outside, and anything remotely interesting about me has to be learned from talking to me or getting to know me better. Hope that's clear enough.
9. I've always wanted a Pug. Pugs are my absolute favorite dog and I want one so bad. Dods has one, and I'm totally jealous. I also want a rodent farm someday. Heh, yes, the joys I will have...
10. I hate anything diet. It leaves the most disrupting after taste. Only if there's nothing else will I permit a can of the stuff. And generally I try to be really thirsty so as to not notice it when I take the first several sips.
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