redconfession | 10 Random Facts

schuhoney tagged me, and I was seriously bored in my classes today, so I did it.

"Once you have been tagged, you have to write a blog with 10 random things, facts, goals, or habits about yourself. At the end, choose 10 people to be tagged, listing their names & why you chose them. Don't forget to leave them a comment (you're it!) and to read your blog for instructions. You can't tag a person who has tagged you. Since you can't re-tag me, let me know when you've posted your blog so I can read the answers!"

I don’t have to try to earn any of my grades. I can sit in class and spend all day writing, reading a book, etc (or sit on my laptop typing this up during math), and still get 90s on all my exams. I also don’t read the textbook, unless I know the teacher/professor/doctor will include stuff from the textbook that he/she didn’t teach in class. The only exception is my com books, because they’re actually semi-interesting. Without trying I’ve gotten E’s (or S’s or whatever the elementary school highest grade was), 90s, and A’s. Even now in college I really don’t feel all that stimulated. Stressed by random shit work, yes, challenged, no. But this also isn’t to say this is a perfect system; if I stop paying attention to a class where the teacher is either boring or it’s a subject I don’t necessarily understand (yes, there are classes I don’t get, I’m not this all-knowing monster; I don’t get some math and most sciences), then I pay the price for it. I came dangerously close to failing math one quarter in High School because I read through most of it (my other grades still pulled me up to an overall A- average, but still).
I’m an only child. Now I think everyone knows this already, but I’m going to clarify. I believe that because I am an only child, it’s strongly influenced who I am today. I’m mature because when I was younger I found myself hanging out with the “more interesting” adults than kids my own age. I choose to be a loner because I didn’t have siblings to play with, and so I would take up solitary activities to take up my time instead. I’m free to be my own person because I never had to compete against stronger, more attractive, more popular older siblings or hell even younger siblings. So yeah, it’s shaped my life.
I believe in reincarnation. I think people don’t come back right away and that not everyone comes back, but people are reincarnated all the same. That being said, I also believe in hell. I also believe in a heaven, but I see it not as this glorious place with pearly gates but rather a place for the dead to unwind from the stress on earth before being sent back. It’s too complicated to explain right now, but I will talk to anyone who’s interested in my weird belief.
I hate air conditioners. They just make me cold and want to huddle under a pile of blankets like it’s the middle of winter. I’d much rather open a window.
I’d much rather read in the pool than swim in it. Until my dog killed it, I had this great blow-up lounge chair big enough to fit like 5 people comfortably, with indents on the corners perfect to hold my manga, and another indent for drinks. I could spend hours like that. But I also like to swim, but I have to be in the mood.
I don’t want to have my own children. This doesn’t mean that I don’t want children; it just means I don’t want to give birth to them. I have no problems seeking a surrogate, but I really want to adopt a child out of foster care. And not a baby either, an older child, the ones often ignored. I don’t know why I feel this way, but I do, and I feel pretty strongly about it.
I only drink milk and water. Again, most people already know this. I also drink apple juice, green tea (but I’m picky on which types of green tea I’ll drink), and when I was younger I would drink those liquid sugar squeeze-it things too, but very rarely. I don’t like soda, I don’t like alcohol, I don’t like lemonade, I don’t like club soda, I don’t like iced tea, I don’t like root beer, I don’t like energy drinks. I do like vanilla milkshakes though. Well, it’s ice cream and milk, so technically it doesn’t count cause it would go under the “milk” category.
Just because I don’t drink/smoke/do drugs/have sex doesn’t mean I’m like some huge “anti-whatever” activist. I don’t give a shit if you drink/do drugs/have sex, so long as you don’t include me in any way shape or form. Drink until your liver turns to a liquidy goo, doesn’t affect me! Do drugs until your brain shrinks to the size of a gumball, so long as you don’t do it near me! Have sex until you’re reduced to nothing but a hormone-raging sex machine, so long as I don’t have to see hear/it! Really, by all means, go ahead. (I do have a problem with smoking though. Mainly because even if you smoke away from me you stink of smoker and you have nasty breath and teeth. Honestly what is the appeal to smoking? At least with drugs you get some sort of high/low/whatever drugs do.)
I am asexual. This means I have no desire to have sex, ever. This doesn’t mean I’m not attracted to people or find them appealing. I do that all the time. I just don’t understand how people pick partners based on sexual appeal. I’m looking for something deeper; a bond deeper than sex that my partner and I can be connected by for the rest of our lives. I guess this also is the reason for the “don’t want to have my own kids” thing. Oh, and this also doesn’t mean that I’m afraid of sex. I’m not, really. I just don’t understand the appeal to it.
I love my car. It’s my baby and no matter how far I have to drive I never feel annoyed because I’m in my car and everything in it is exactly the way I like it.