1. I HATE air conditioning, or as I often put it “artificial wind.”
I HATE the feeling of cold direct air coming from a car’s AC, a central air system, or fan. I like my room so be similar to a ’sauna’ as Giancarlo says so often.
2. I have to constantly be moving.
That’s right, I’m one of those annoying pen-tappers/clickers. If I’m reading something, the only way I can stay focused is to do any of the following: chew gum rapidly, tap my foot rapidly, click my pen rapidly, or move my eyebrows up and down…rapidly. Sometimes, I even hum a tune, but instead of humming, I change the pitch at which the air leaves my mouth. It’s extremely annoying. Pay close enough attention and you might notice- or slap me upside the head!
3. I play the violin…but HATE most classical music!
Play me a slipjig, reel, or any sort of irish song to play and I’ll be your friend forever. I think I’m madly in love with celtic music because of its strong attention to rythm. The bowing can go out the window. If people can dance and clap to my music, I’m content.
4. My thoughts every morning are: what do I have to look forward to today?
If I find one thing, and just one thing, to look forward to about the day I wake up to, the rest of the day goes by much easier and nothing matters. For example, If I know I have a friend coming over after school, the rest of the day goes by effortlessly. :]
5. I live in constant apprehension of the tragedies of tomorrow.
Lately I’ve been obsessing over goodbyes. You might not see it when you hug me goodbye, but every time somebody leaves me it hangs over me. lskdfjghaslkdjfgosi
6. Some nights I can’t sleep because the wheels turn so fast in my brain that my pen can’t seem to move across my paper fast enough. I’ll write till my hands collapse.
7. You think I’m antisocial. Sometimes I portray confidence, charisma, and a sense of humor. Sometimes people come over to our house and think there’s something seriously wrong with me…they fear for my well-being. I hide in my room. Most people wonder what the heck I’m doing up there all day. Here’s a list of things I could possibly be doing: playing my violin, listening to music, WRITING, reading, painting, doing homework, laying on my floor staring at the ceiling pondering the mysteries of life (and because they are many, I do this often), cleaning, sleeping, daydreaming, crying, laughing hysterically, talking on the phone, doing work for ICU, you get the point. Contrary to what most people believe, I DO have a life and I DO have things to do in my room. baah.
You’re a lot like your Dad.
Live in Utah for a summer and you will speak differently of air conditioning!