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7 quirky things you never knew you wanted to know about me:

1. i am number 4 of 5 children (4 girls, 1 boy) and, sorry sisters, i'm the favorite daughter... i'm the baby girl, therefore the favorite... see how that works? if you ask my mom, i'm their "second son" and a repeat of 2 of my 3 older sisters... also the most dramatic ;) but as far as i'm concerned i'm the favorite! :) i am my daddy's little girl. i've always been more tom-boyish than my other siblings (well, except "the first son" Emily).

2. i can't sleep at night without constant, consistent noise... if you walk into my room it's pretty much like a wind tunnel... i have a box fan, on medium, blowing right at my bed and a little fan hanging above my bed blowing down on me too... i need fresh, circulating air... my sleep-space has to be slightly cold, windy, and soft. i have 2 king-size pillows, 5 standard-size pillows and a down comforter... and it doesn't stop there... underneath all that there's a fitted sheet... (no top sheet, i cant stand top sheets... they just get twisted and tangled and end up on the floor anyway...) there's a padded mattress cover on top of a sleeping bag, on top of a fluffy comforter (folded in half) on top of a "full" mattress... ridiculous? my mom thinks so.

3. i'm slightly claustrophobic... i blame my sisters... small spaces don't really bother me, i don't like elevators, but not because of the confined space... if i can't move my arms and legs i will go ballistic... when i go camping i have to unzip all the way, or sleep on top of my sleeping bag with a blanket... if i'm sitting on a couch with a blanket over me and someone sits by my feet on top of the blanket i have to yank it out or get out somehow... if i can't get out i freak out and start to cry... and those of you that know me know that i DON'T cry...

4. i don't like my food to touch each other... my mom calls me "Kevin" after her younger brother because he always had to have those plates with the little divider things... yeah... if i had those, i'd use them all the time. if i have syrup or gravy or something runny on my plate, i'll even go as far as putting a knife handle under one side of my plate so whatever-it-is won't run into my other food... dad, i don't care if it's all going to the same place, it doesn't have to start all mixed together... that's just gross...

5. i love a good argument... if i need to, i'll even start a fight for no reason! just to get out some aggression, i'll push buttons and try as hard as i can to get someone to argue with me. and i never lose. i will never start a fight that i can't win. or if someone starts a fight with me, i won't give them the benefit of arguing with me unless i know i'm right. yeah, it sounds immature, but you can't tell me that you haven't started a fight just to get a rise out of someone, only to crush them because you know you're right. everyone has done it. i'm just more stubborn than anyone i know. i guess i can blame my parental unit for that... together they made me... the most stubborn human on this earth. and don't you forget it.

6. i'm addicted to silver jewelery. i won't wear gold stuff... only silver. i wear 8 or 9 rings on a daily basis, all of which are silver AND all of them have sentimental value, contrary to popular belief. i always wear a silver, ASL "i love you" necklace and occasionally pair it with a silver 4-leaf clover necklace. i wear silver earrings, whether it's hoops, wings, studs, you name it. i'll even go for a good platinum now and then... it looks silver but it's more durable...

7. i rarely get sick... i'm pretty sure that my immune system is the greatest ever. reason: when i was a little, little kid i sat out in my yard and picked up a rock from the ground, stuck it in my mouth, sucked off the mud, tossed it back and picked up another one... "God made dirt, dirt don't hurt." i'm immune to EVERYTHING. i'm pretty sure i inherited my dad's awesome immune system too... he'll eat stuff out of the fridge that starving kids in Ethiopia wouldn't touch with a 10-foot pole and nothing will happen to him. he won't get sick, he won't throw up, nothing. it's incredible... anyway, yeah. genes... (p.s. whoever said that after you throw up you feel better LIED... i feel worse...)

hope you all enjoyed this...
ya never knew you wanted to know huh??

have a day.
-kmw-