I have issues. Everyone does, but mine are like…mine, so I am more attune to them. So you get to know all of my little quirks that annoy me and sometimes other people… like Hamz.
While I don’ t like talking, I just have pressure of speech sometimes, and then I want to shut up just in case I’m annoying someone. I don’t know.
Also, I have an issue with the books that I own. The bindings absolutely cannot be creased. They have to be perfect, and if they aren’t, I spend more time mourning their heydays than I do reading them. I’ll stop midpage and then look at the binding, because my friends borrow them and then ruin them. It hurts my heart.
I cannot write without music. Mostly, I listen to death core. I listen to Norma Jean singing about hell. And that inspires me. They are a liberal Christian band, and they sing about life and hell in general. Stuff most Christian artists don’t even give thought to. I have to have the constant background noise, because if I write in silence, I have nothing to keep my attention, so I start rambling, or just quit and play freecell and get my butt kicked by a deck of cards. The music also helps me with dialogue, which may sound wierd, but, as I’ve been told, I’m just normally wierd.
My bed always has to be made. I hate sitting on my bed when it isn’t made–I immediately get up and make it…after I eat breakfast, of course. Two bowls of cereal. Yum.
I have a weakness for guys in action movies. Romance movies…eh. Those guys are usually sappy, teary eyed twerps. In action movies, they can take care of themselves, and they are brutal. Like Jason Statham in The Transporter. Or, Christian Bale in Batman Begins. Oh, baby, don’t even get me started on that movie. Can you say…never mind. Use your imagination. I mean, who would you rather take care of you: Bruce Wayne, or George Bailey? George Bailey is amazingly yummy, but, uh, Bruce Wayne? No competition. Bruce Wayne can take me out whenever he wants.
I am a very practical person. I don’t usually do something just to see what will happen, because I know that there are always consequences. The chances I take are minimal…I don’t like the unexpected, because it often comes with a nasty aftermath. Trust me. Happened to me constantly last year.
Wow, me, me, me, huh? I sound like a brat. I’m sorry, but I haven’t really talked about myself. There was a tragedy this weekend. I cried, so hard. I sat at the computer in tears. Phoenix Black, Haven’s brother, whom I have known longer than Ramxpage, has died. I killed him, and I felt bad. Someone told me it was just a story, but he was a part of me, and I killed him. Dead, gone, poof. I sound really stupid, but it hurt my heart. 😦 I am still recovering. I don’t know if I can read that passage without crying anytime soon, but I won’t tell if you won’t.