I obsessively pull hair out of my eyebrows and eye lashes. Right now I'm missing about half the hairs of my right eyelid and the part of the eyelid that has the eye lashes has a healing cut across it from my fingernails.
I found out I had asthma when I was in second grade and nearly died from an asthma attack that hospitalized me for four days.
The first musician I ever listened to and knew by name was David Bowie.
From preschool to high school, I have gone through seven schools (that's about one every two years)
The first time I ever kissed a girl it was on a bet from my sister when I was nine-ish. It was my dad's girlfriend's daughter, and we touched the tips of our tongues together and I pretended to be grossed out even though I had a big crush on her and was strangely compelled to kiss her. Also, my sister believed that this kind of kissing was called "witch kissing". She moved out of state a few months later and we never saw our Spice Girls movie again.
I am on the chess club.
Sometimes I get muscle spasms in my arms and cheeks that can last for five to ten minutes at a time and are ridiculously distracting.
I have been diagnosed with ADD (as if that's some rare thing) but don't take psychoactive stimulants. I'm thinking of getting a prescription and just using them for study aids and shit, like kids who don't have ADD can't legally do. I don't know if it's just because I'm lazy or I have some childish desire to exploit the system though. I assume it's a healthy mix.
My first stitches came from my baby sitter's dog when I was four or five years old. I was hugging him goodbye (around his neck *cough cough*) and he bit my cheek. All I remember is that there was a lot of blood and crying and that the stitches were cold and itchy. I stlil have scars, but they're not my least favorite facial feature.
I also have scars from my sister throwing a coffee can at my head (supposedly she was trying to knock the phone of the top bunk of our bunk beds so she could call mom and get me in trouble) and cutting the top pretty badly. I think I had two or three stitches at the top of my head. I remember that my predominant emotion was annoyance when my sister tried to clean up all the blood with a white towel.
I have yet another scar story from when I was cutting open a baseball with a box cutter in sixth grade. It was too sharp a cut to hurt, and I remember amusing myself in the emergency room by moving my finger and watching the little tendon move back and forth.
I have eight cats. Two adopted and six strays. One's feral. There are two males and six females. They are Leo, Taboo, Karma, Yin Yang, Charlie, Marlie, Sox, and Cash. Leo and Sox are the males, Cash is the feral one.