Swishy tagged me, so now you get to read 5 Things you didn't know about me.
I apologize if some you did know. Oh, well.
1. Every time it rains in the Fall or Winter, I stop at the grocery store and buy: Texas Toast, American Cheese, and smoked ham. Tomato soup is always a staple in my pantry.
Rainy cold day dinners are always grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup. It's become my own little tradition. So if its cold and rainy in Texas, you know what I'm having.
2. I am addicted to home scent products. AirWick, Glade, Febreeze, Pier 1 Imports, Bath and Body Works. Candles, room sprays, plug-ins, oils, pillow satchels, cedar closet hangers. I am down. Berry Splash, French vanilla, Glistening Snow, Rainstorm, Papaya & Mango, Fresh Linen. I'll take it all.
Especially when they are on sale, I go crazy. And I just cannot buy the one scent in a spray. I have to buy the one scent in the spray, the candle, the plug in--all for each room of my apartment. I want it to smell like Fresh Linen on a Spring Day as soon as I walk into my apartment.
And I'll spray anything and everything with a scent. I can easily spend $50 on home scents. Easy.
FYI: Bath and Body Works has the strongest plug-in scented air freshners, ever. The best.
3. I partially cheated on the SATs. Partially, as in in a little wee bit, and it could have been partially, as in almost all the way. (Let's just say, I always sucked at math)
Uhm hmm. And I'm not proud of it. But gosh darn it, I am so proud that I got away with it. Don't even ask me how. It was a very sad case of desperation and insecurity. And I will mention how my high school GPA was so high that I didn't need to cheat. I only did it because the means were presented to me, it seemed like a sure thing (and it was!) and I never close the door when opportunity knocks. (That was probably my motto in high school)
Do I regret it? Hell. No.
And before you go thinking something, I understand that there are tons of kids that were/ are dying to get into UT. I know that. But back then, the pressure was enough for me to entertain and execute the idea.
And I got my 18 year old self's back on this, 100%.
For the other record, I was an AP Honors Gifted student. (I wasn't in 2nd grade when I was supposed to be in Kindergarten, Swishy) Would I do it again? Hell. No.
Do I still have to go on with 4 and 5?
4. Do y'all care anymore? Just kidding. I LOVE LOVE LOVE show tunes. I just recently discovered that I have XM radio through my cable with my subscription. That was probably my neighbor's worst day. And I found the showtune station.
I have it on for hours. At top volume level. Through my Bose speakers. Real. Loud. And you better believe that I am singing just as loud on top of it.
I just wish closed caption worked on the XM, so I could sing the proper words along with. Oy. My poor neighbor.
5. I watch television with closed captions. I'm not deaf. (even though, an ex-boyfriend swears I am deaf because of the closed captions)
I just prefer to read what I'm watching. And those buggers come in handy. Have you ever been watching TV and had no idea what they mumbled or what the person on the other end of the telephone convo is saying? Yep. Yep. Captions tell you everything.
Sometimes, they are hilarious--when they need to describe a sound made, for the deaf. "Dish clatters" I always wonder--do the deaf know what clattered dishes sound like? Seriously.
This obsession only becomes a problem when someone watches TV with me. I get begged to remove it from the screen and am forced to listen. To actually listen and not read the TV is a nightmare for me. I've been closed captioning television ever since I was in 8th grade.
It was (and still is) always a silent war in my parents house. They or my brother would remove it whenever they watched without me and I'd add back on. It was a constant back and forth. All the time.
And then there is the movie theater. Seriously, when can they come out with a theater for the deaf? (Is there one? or do they really have to wait for the DVD?) I hate not having my closed captions at the movies. Just hate it.