Don't tell anyone one or you'll be just another regret.

Because Terri tagged me, you about to become privy to six weird things about me. I'm supposed to tag six others, but I hereby tag anyone who reads my blog, and let's just hope that's at least six people, lest my fragile ego be shattered.

1. I have a few... several... a lot of obsessive compulsive habits. I don't like to have the television volume on an odd number. I hate hate hate walking on brick paths unless I'm walking in the same direction or perpendicular to them. When walking on a lined floor, I usually avoid lines and I don't even realize it. I call these things habits, not official compulsions, though, because if I'm distracted and don't notice what I'm doing, these things don't bother me... they just really really annoy me when I do realize them.

2. I dream people (especially friends and family) die alllll the time. It's never a very normal scene, although it always feels real in the dream. I think I dream someone I love dies at least once a week.

3. I personify everything. When I was little, I wouldn't throw away toys because I felt bad. I would play with toys I didn't like so they wouldn't have hurt feelings. I still personify everything. Every time I walk through the storage area of the basement at my parents house I honestly tear up. I feel so very very sad and sorry for all the dolls that aren't being played with... I think they're lonely.

4. I really believe in a sixth sense. I think it's an evolutionary trait that hasn't been fully developed in most people yet. I don't think this means some people can see into the future or the past or talk to your sad dog about his relationship issues. I don't believe this comes from God or Satan anymore than the other five senses do. Anyway, weird thing number four about me: I get these weird premonition types feelings. Almost never about anything important, which is disappointing... in fact, it's quite useless. Regardless, it's there... ask me for examples if you want; just laugh if you're rather.

5. I want a dozen kids. That's pretty weird, huh? Seriously...

6. I like to think of my life as a novel I'm reading sometimes. I look at the things I've done and the things I'm doing, and I wonder if it would make an interesting read. Most days, the answer is yes, actually. I think my life would be a pretty decent book. Other days, I feel like none of the days events could even be stretched into a short story. Some day's, that's okay... I think if I ever find that there are days on end that would bore me to read about, I'm going to sell everything and move to Mexico. No, really.