About Me - Take 3

Two reasons why I'm blogging: One - I love to blog and so yeah... Two - I haven't blogged in a bajillion days and February is coming and my mom takes excerpts from my blog for the family newsletter... So I need to get her some new material.

You may have seen my previous about me posts if not, here's just a bunch of random things about me that are popping into my head right now. Ready, set, go.

I'm high speed. I like to do things fast and forcefully. I never knew what to call it until I joined the Army ROTC though. My squad members called me high speed.

I don't like sitting with my back to doors. I don't know what it is, but it makes me nervous. I need to be able to see all entries to the room I'm in or else I feel really uncomfortable. Yeah... paranoid, I know.

I have bad, bad knees that hurt when I use stairs. They don't hurt enough to make me limp all of the time, but they hurt enough that occasionally I use the elevator for changes of only one floor. It's times like these that I fake a limp onto and off the elevator so people don't think I'm just lazy.

You know how people make facebook groups that are things that apply to everyone like "When I go through automatic doors I like to pretend I have the force." or something like that? Well I want to make groups that probably only apply to me. Something like "I limp when I use elevators." Or maybe something to fit this next oddity:

When I have an ailment, I tell people about it. I do it partially just to complain (I'm a big baby), but I'm also afraid that if I don't tell anyone, and something happens to me, a big piece of the puzzle will go missing. Think of those doctor shows or crime shows. Imagine that I go into a coma and Dr. House is trying to figure out what's wrong with me. I can't tell him. So he exhausts all of his diagnostic tools and when he is about to give up, my roommate mentions, "Oh! She was complaining of stomach pains a week earlier." This new symptom immediately gives Dr. House the clue he needs and then I'm cured! I dunno... Maybe that only makes for good television.

Sometimes I pretend that the earth is a giant treadmill and as I walk I'm making it rotate.

When I make my right hand into a fist, all of my knuckles crack. It makes me feel intimidating.

Sometimes I wish that I were a pirate. But then I think of what women were on pirate ships and I decide that I want to be a male pirate. But then I think of all of the killing, stealing, and other bad things I would do and then I decide that it's probably best that I'm a student instead.

I hate being late to things. Occasionally, I will take double the amount of time needed to get somewhere just to be sure I won't be late.

I like words. They're fun. Also, I love playing Bananagrams.

One of my most favorite chores in the whole world is sweeping. The other is vacuuming. That's good stuff there.

I even remember the first time I fell in love with sweeping. I was a young child visiting my cousin's ranch in Garrison, Utah and we had the chore of sweeping the shop. Well we swept the shop and had such a great time doing it that we swept the dirt road on the way back to the house. My Aunt wasn't very happy that we swept the dirt road with her brooms...

I stay up late a lot... Not on purpose though. My mind just never wants to stop wandering.

I like to be frank with people. Not Frank. I like being a frank Whitney. Less confusion and less games.

I hate the games people play in relationships, and I also hate that sometimes those games work.

But I love the store Games People Play. Good place.

I'm kind of arrogant and self-righteous. That's something I sort of hate about myself.

But because I'm arrogant I love myself. I'm pretty awesome.

I think I'm fairly logical, and I pride myself in that fact. While most other girls are busy freaking out because they are irrational, I find the rational solution then move on. (My arrogant side is rearing it's ugly head...)

I like ice cream. A lot. And working at the Creamery has introduced me to so many flavors. Probably not good for my wallet... or my body I guess.

I'm a super nerd. I love nintendo, math, anime, manga, computers, physics, words, numbers, fantasy, science fiction, MMORPG, puzzles, riddles, and pretty much every nerdy thing you can think of. Oh yeah. Also, I'm 0% ashamed of this fact. Nerds rock.

I lose patience with people really easily. If I think someone is being irrational and making poor decisions I have to put some distance between us or I'll speak my mind, which, at times, is dangerous.

Also, I don't know where to put commas. I think I may overuse them. Sorry if it drives you nuts. But if it does, that's great for me! You know what they say, crazy loves company.

I like my long hair. I really do. I even want it to be longer. But there is a part of me that wonders how great it might be to chop it all off. I'm too chicken though.

I'm afraid of a lot of things actually. I wonder what my personality would be like if I had no fear. I would probably be even more rude than I already am.

I used to tell people that I didn't get angry easily. That's not entirely true. I get angrily really easily, but there are few things that make me angry. Does that make sense?

One thing that makes me really angry is when people try to control me. Especially if they try to do it in a shady way. It's like they're saying, "I'm controlling you but I'm also going to pretend that I'm not so I can feel like I'm still a good person." I kind of hate it a lot.

I love languages. It probably comes with my love of words. My younger sister knows someone who is fluent in like 20+ languages. I want to be him sometimes.

Also, one of my friends seems to have a monopoly on cool. He's good at every cool skill in the world. It's crazy. He needs to share the cool.

While I love nintendo, and I good at most video games, for some reason I am rubbish at side scrolling games. Games like Super Mario Brothers and Donkey Kong Country. Complete rubbish. But I do love playing them.

I bruise really easily. Like a peach. Sometimes I think I look like a victim of domestic violence. Bad stuff.

Being ridiculous is my favorite. I tell everyone about it. Often.