I've been nominated for this by dear Julia. This blog is now versatile! Cool story. The problem is, once again, Jules stole all the people I could have nominated, which means this post is a dead end. Whoo-hoo! So I'll just put it up and be on my way.
I've got to tell you seven things about myself, on top of the 25 + 25 I've already done. Hmm.
1) I tried out Doctor Who a couple weeks ago, beginning with the Ninth Doctor, and I have not been able to stop watching it since. I'm sitting in my room emotionally bleeding out because too many people leave/die on this show, but it's too beautiful for me to stop. I'm up til the wee hours of the morning watching it. I keep talking in a British accent. I can't get the theme song out of my head. It's terrible and wonderful and my gosh make it stop but also don't!
2) I heard voices in my head for a few months when I was four or five. Like, legitimate auditory hallucinations every time I tried to sleep. It terrified me. There were two different ones: a male voice counting and my mom's voice yelling about how everything was my fault. Both hallucinations got louder and louder and louder and louder, and sometimes, they were accompanied by visual hallucinations of geometric shapes that got bigger and bigger and bigger. They did finally stop, and they've only come back twice: once when I was ten and had a high fever and then again when I was fifteen and had seen a triggering movie.
3) I've been in love two or three times. I always used to say "in love" doesn't count as "in love" until it's mutual, which I've never had, but I have loved romantically two or three times. The possible first is questionable because it was when I was eleven or so, and it's now honestly like I was another person. But I loved the boy in some way. The other two were when I was thirteen and then again when I was sixteen. Yay!
4) I've been in counseling two or three times. Again, the possible first may not count because I only went twice to the school counselor in fourth grade when the principal made me go. I went regularly in sixth grade and again this last semester at college.
5) I want to die a hero. But I don't know if I'll ever be one. I am, after all, a writer. Maybe that's my place in all of life, to tell of the story instead of living it.
6) I put a sticker on my bed's headboard every birthday. I've had this headboard since I was, like, six, and I've done stickers since I was eight, I think. They're meant to specially represent each year. They keep falling off, though, so according to my bed, I'm currently seventeen.
7) I've never been to a funeral or a wedding. I have been to wedding receptions, but that's different.
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