Hey guess what I forgot to post on my blog thing for almost two months. I can never stick to things I say I will. Which is why I will never complete NaNoWriMo or even OpNaNoWriMo. So sad.

ANYWAY!

Zeke brought on the smack-down in the form of tagging me with this tag here. So here is my tag survey whatever!! Oh yeah, rules first.

Link the person who has tagged you.
Tell seven truths about yourself.
Tag seven new people.
Leave a message with the person you have tagged so they know about it. [I shall do this in the form of tagging the people I tagged with Facebook when Facebook imports the note. Except K-Bob doesn't have a Facebook because he is a big fat weasel.]

Now! Seven Truths!

1. I might be the world's worst procrastinator. Especially since I got slapped with this tag about 3 weeks ago and promptly forgot about it. Sometimes I wonder how I ever get anything done.

B. It takes me roughly 35-55 minutes to go to bed every night. It's really bizarre and rather annoying, as I don't like being alone with myself for so long. I scare me. My only idea as to why this happens is the next truth (and it may make you hate me, just warning you):

III. I have a high metabolism. Like, really high. Which is how I stuff my face with doughnuts and stay really small. I think I get it from my aunt Lisa and my grandma, but they're at least 40 pounds lighter than I am. Which is not so cool for them.

4. I'm paranoid. Like, really really paranoid. About stupid things. Like when we went to Myrtle Beach, I was terrified that all my little siblings would drown in the ocean. Or that whenever I get on an elevator it will crash and everyone will die. Or my dad will drive off the bridge/mountain/where ever he's driving on vacation. Or that I will say something stupid and everyone will hate me. But then I realize that I'm being a total paranoid idiot, and I slap myself and say, "Self, you are being stupid. Suck it up and be a normal person." So I do. And it's better. But then I start getting paranoid and the cycle repeats ad nausium.

E. I get really, really moody if I don't eat food. I scream at people. It's a bad thing. So I try to eat something for breakfast every day. It is a great plan. And I don't even have to make bets about cutting hair in order to do it! Isn't that great and a not-stupid plan?? (Sidenote: If I don't eat for a while and then stuff my face with Pringles and doughnuts, I get really really happy. That's what sugar highs do to me: make me really happy. Not bouncy. Just happy. And a little more talkative. :p )

VI. If you were to randomly attend any of my classes right now, and I didn't know you were there, you'd see a much different me than the me you guys have seen at the HT conferences. In class, I usually sit near the back, and am very quiet and reserved. Like, I never talk. It's depressing. And then I feel bad that I'm not being social enough and then I slap myself and say "Self, stop being an idiot." And then I go back to reading unrelated books in my Art History class.

7. The other day when I was driving, I rolled down my windows, turned up my music and loudly sang along. Normal, right? So get this: I was pulling into the parking lot at work. And I was blaring Baby Got Back. And I was driving the van. And it was 40 degrees outside. And it was SO AWESOME.

(Additional sidenote truth #8: I stole the "so I said to myself, "Self..." ' from Rachel E.)

And now, to tag 7 people!! I re-tag Rachel E and Seth as they have not done it yet. I also tag K-Bob, Beth, Alison, Anna Ruth and Mary. Because I CAN.

(And now to finish college applications. FUN TIME not.)