I frickin’ love that movie, fyi. I practically die of creepy-happiness when Kevin Spacey says “Become Wrath!” Ooo, I got shivers just typing it! (You guys are on a need-to-know basis and you NEEDED to know that.)

So here’s the deal. Vanillaimpaired tagged me. And I gotta:

Rules:
1. Link to your original tagger and list these rules in your post
2. Share 7 facts about yourself in the post
3. Tag 7 people at the end of your post, leave their names & links to their blogs
4. Let them know they’ve been tagged

So. Seven random facts about me:

ONE – My freshman year, when I was still pre-med, I had an 8:00am Friday morning Gen Chem exam.  I (naturally) prepared for said exam by going to a frat party the night before and getting HAMMERED off my face. I remember standing outside the bar where it was being hosted, with a random frat brother holding onto my hips to keep me from falling over while I was talking to my liver. Seriously, I was having a conversation with it. He (not my liver, the frat guy) put me in a cab with my friend and sent us back to our dorm.  I promptly puked until 5:00am and stumbled into the 8:00am exam only slightly more alive than a zombie. And it was the best Chemistry score I ever got.

TWO - For the most part, I have good taste in films.  BUT, I have an unhealthy (and totally sekrit) love of cheesy sports movies.  I own Friday Night Lights, Invincible, The Rookie, Fever Pitch, etc.  I suppose Million Dollar Baby isn’t cheesy, but I own that too.

THREE – I really hate bowling.  Really hate it.  I’ll watch, but if you try to get me to participate, I’ll poke your eyes out.

FOUR – When I’m driving, more often than not I put on my directional by reaching through the steering wheel with my right hand to turn it on, not around the side of the wheel with my left hand like a normal person.

FIVE – My last car was a Ford Exploder (erm, Explorer, but we called it the Exploder because it broke if you even looked at it wrong) and I had a single bumper sticker on it that read “Eight Inch Fury.”   For the love of God, don’t ask.

SIX – When I was little and I’d take lollipops at the bank, or when I’d get them from the drive-through teller, I was ONLY happy if I got a messed up lollipop that had more than one color in it.  That’s right – I only liked the mistakes.  I thought they were prettier.

SEVEN – When I came out of a surgery when I was 8, my parents fondly recall that the first thing they saw was me waving to them from the hospital bed. They have both mentioned repeatedly in the 18 years since how encouraging it was to see that despite the anesthesia, the oxygen mask, my heavily bandaged neck, and the pain, I was still happy to see them and how good it made them feel to see me waving. The truth is, and I’ve never told them this, I wasn’t waving to them. I was really raising my hand to stare at the IV tubes coming out of it. That interested me, not my parents being there.

I’m an oddity, that’s for sure. 

I tag:

1. Tapestry
2. Kaya
3. Dk (When she gets back!)
4. Amber
5. Jenfrog
6. Hisbliss
7. And anyone who wants to do it, but didn’t get tagged!