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Something no one knows about Jigan...I'm classified as insane by those who know me. They haven't caught me yet. I don't drink or smoke or none of that stuff. Just the smell of Alcohol turns my stomach. I have a hard time lying (Eh, you can trust that if you want. "If I say I always lie, did I tell the truth or did I lie?"). I'm pretty good at it, I just have to make sure there is some truth connected to it or else I'll tell you the truth in about a week or so.

Oh, and I'm not a people person. I've bitten a football player for touch me, and snapped at a few others. The letterman jacket tasted horrible. And, I don't like kids. Blasted little gnomes. Always in your way, complaining, crying, or otherwise not listening. When I was younger, if you cried in the store you got hit then and there.

Blasted children. Too soft on them I say. I was dropped on my head as a child, and look at me now! Feed them wall candy! Make them tougher.

Did I mention I don't like gnomes either?

Maybe your parents should have realized something was wrong after you didn't scream the third time it happened.

Sadly, many people wish that for some reason.

I was born with pointed ears, and its shown up in other family members.

(Blame the ice cream for putting me in a good and sharing mood)

I've become very prideful and arrogant since I started college. It kind of crept up on me.. I didn't even notice it until I took this quiz that asked the following questions:

Are you better looking than your friends? Yes.
Are you smarter than your friends? Yes.
Do you have more money than your friends? Yes.
Are they jealous? Yes.

No one has been helping either! Just continue to feed my ego!

I was talking to this hot foreign student at my school and I told him it made me feel bad because I felt like I was better than my friends and his response was "Well.. the truth is the truth." and then he told me I was a sweet person for at least caring that I was that way. (He's so freaking hot btw. )

Yay, I'm so prissy with my expensive clothes that I bargain shopped for and the money that I saved because I don't go out and buy stupid shit. I'm so mad that one of my friends went and used her refund check to buy a laptop when she doesn't even have money for her tuition next semester.. and who the hell buys a laptop from walmart anyway?

I wish I'd gotten a laptop. I spent most of my refund on a bodran, a kilt, and credits.

Somethings no one (here) knows about me, lets see...

I'm 29 years old.

I have a majorly debilitating phobia of roaches. Not so much the little ones (they're just horridly disgusting), but the big flying ones. Those guys send me into hysterics. I can't even get withing three feet of dead ones.

I can't stand chili. Meaty chili, chili with beans, doesn't matter.

Everytime I leave a place where I've locked a door (home, work, sometimes my car) I have to make myself not go back and double check that I've locked the door, cause I KNOW I did, but I have this instant of "Did I lock the door?" panic that's so strong the urge to go back is almost unbearable. Sometimes I just give in and do it even though I know I locked the door, but most times I'm running late (cause I often am!) so I don't and it bothers me for a good ten minutes of my drive to where ever.

The movie My Dog Skip (with the kid from Malcolm in the Middle in it) made me cry at the end for a good half hour after it was over.

When listening to music whether on the radio or cd or online, I like to pretend that every song is played by one large band who has like a dozen members (thus explaining how the voices sound different, they all take turns) and is really eclectic in their style and that every song has some relevance to the life of the 'leader' of the imaginary mega-band. Sometimes I go so far as to make up entire stories based soley around these songs and how some happening in this imaginary person's life inspired them.

Her refund was basicly the school saying, "Hey.. you borrowed too much money, so here's the part of your loan we didn't use." Y'know.. the kind of money you have to GIVE BACK at some point.. but yeah.. my friends are retards.

I haven't spent my refund money.. though mine was because I got a scholarship the day after I paid my tuition.. so it's pretty much walmart and grocery money.


I have ants in my dorm room and they bite me in my sleep.

I am not allowed to speak today because it is a silence day for my social club, so I'm like "RAWRRRR" everytime someone asks me a question because I can actually reply to that.

I bought my pmomma roses so she'd give me happy points.

My sister used that part of her student loan for a downpayment on a car.

Yeah.. but that's something you need. She already had a desktop computer.

Yeah. Buy a car, buy groceries... don't buy a drum.

Bad squirrel.

Me too! Except mine is with water-taps (any type, except automatic). I'd stand there for a few seconds and stare at it, wondering if I shut it tight enough even though it's pretty obvious it is. Sometimes I have to go back to open and shut it again/tighter just to be sure.

Don't tell anyone.

Ick, me too. I'm like that for lots of things. Locking the car, locking the house when leaving, locking the house when going to bed, closing the washing machine top, closing a refridgerator/freezer, all kinds of stuff. Sometimes I even don't beleive my eyes and *feel* something to be sure that its locked. Very, very annoying.

dont forget mail boxes! and Acrune your lost sig owns

I've got a slot in the door thank god And thanks

I get that with my keys, I could care less if I dont lock my door (half the time I dont, but sh..) but before I walk out my door I have to check for my keys, then I walk through my door and check again, then I walk through the lobby door that locks and check again.

Luckily Im getting strong enough to open my window in the few times I do forget!

Also, Ive been home for 7 days straight and get two more days after this.

Locking your car? I wish I remembered. A few years back, a friend and I went into the mall to get our tuxes for prom. Came out two hours later to find my car unlocked, the windows down, with my keys in the ignition, STILL RUNNING.

I'm so glad my car was still there, and still had gas. There are perks to having a craptastic vehicle no one else will bother to steal even if you do everything short of putting a "Steal me!" sign on it.