my weirdness factor (tagged)

First off, I've been watching the up-line of this tag from Kim, to Ashley, to Tiffany, to Candra, and now it's my turn. Funny thing is, I hardly ever do the sister version of chain-letter emails, but for some reason, it's ok now ...???... voila, a manifestation of my weirdness.

Rules: "Each player of this game starts with 6 Weird Things about You. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says 'you are tagged' in their comments and tell them to read your blog!" Are you ready for this?!

1. I hate the wind... no seriously, I mean, it makes me rage inside. But I do like a nice sea-breeze (yeah, there's a difference, you better believe it!).

2. I don't drive, hardly ever, never at night. A couple of reasons: (1) I'm as blind as a bat without glasses/contacts. Contacts hurt my eyes and give me serious headaches, hence my overuse of glasses. However, glasses have a sucktacular periphery and makes driving the perfect antithesis of joy. As for night time, I can't see worth beans, unless you count speeding, glowing hazes as sight; and (2) I was in a bad car accident, the night before Homecoming, a few weeks after I got my license. It's made me jumpy to get in a car ever since, let alone drive one.

3. I can't read lips, at all. But, I'm really good at finding any article of clothing I'm "looking" for when it's pitch dark. Consequently, I always thought I would go blind before I would go deaf (fitting, eh?).

4. I like to erase things. Not just anything though. I find a twisted amount of pleasure in creating drawing documents (on the computer mind you) and filling them black, only to erase it a line at a time until it's white again. It's probably the same reason that I like to vacuum (that and the sounds of stuff being sucked into its vortex).

5. I have this terrible fear of people breaking into my house whose sole purpose is to harm me. When I was little I would surround myself with all of my stuffed animals, with the idea and hopes that no one could stab me because they'd have to get through all that padding first. But more recently (last summer at Brad's parents, as a matter of fact) I would set traps around the house so that I could hear if someone was coming through the window/door and trip on my snares (that probably explains a lot, huh Mom & Dad?!). In my defense, Brad let me know that we were keeping a gun underneath our mattress because his dad asked him to and my mind just ran with it...

6. I cannot sleep with the closet doors open. This dates back to when I was a kid and had a Teddy Ruxpin sitting in my closet one night with his eyes wide open. This fear coexists with the need to conceal any inanimate object with eyes at night time. I guess you could say I'm a little scared of the dark and up until I was married, hated to be alone when sleeping (in fear of a monster under my bed or something crazy like that... probably more like I was afraid of a man waiting to kill me underneath my bed). Now I sleep like a baby, which is why if anyone asks me what's my favorite part of being married, it's having someone to sleep with, in the strictest sense of the word sleep.

Wasn't that just so much fun?! Now I unmercifully tag Robin, Dayna, Bonny, Janelle, Amanda and Amy. Don't hate me because I'm weird, hate me because I'm passing this on to you! Hope you all enjoyed my quirks and what not, because in all honesty, I did enjoy reading others and then having to share mine. Oh, and you can still talk to me... right?