And yet the very next poster again misspells “weird” as “wierd”… how weird is that.
BTW, whatever happened to i before e, except after c? And knowing German spelling rules totally screws me up for that one, anyway.
If Einstein had followed that rule, he would have mispelled his name . . . twice.
When I was little, I used to kiss every new stuffed animal I received, because that somehow magically gave it a soul.
I have to have something in my lap when I’m sitting down. Pillow, book, cat, it doesn’t matter – I feel off if I don’t have something in my lap.
I have to be the last one to hang up when getting off the phone with Simetra (and, yes, sweetheart, your coffee thing is weird ;)). It doesn’t matter with anyone else, but when I’m talking to him, he has to hang up first. (I also kiss his picture when I wake up in the morning, before I go to bed at night, at random intervals throughout the day… but I don’t think that counts as weird – it just means that I miss him like crazy. :()
I have to have liquid in my mouth before I take a pill (as opposed to putting the pill in my mouth, taking a swig of water, and swallowing).
The heck with Louie, I want TruePisces’ webcam address!!! 
I eat corn flakes and whipped cream instead of milk. It started as a midnight munchie and now I just can’t stand the taste of regular corn flakes and milk.
Whenever I write stories and I have to write a number, it usually ends in a 7. I think numbers ending than 7’s are funnier than other numbers.
I don’t take my pills with any liquid. I shove them down my throat and swallow them.
I try my best not to hit butterflies with my car when I’m driving. I don’t do anything crazy or dangerous, though.
I often use the expression “w00t” as a real word in IRL situations.
I rub my face like a cat when I get sweaty. My mother thinks this is hilarious.
I cannot listen or see myself recorded…especially listen. I run out of the room or put my fingers in my ears and hum or something.
hrm, where do I begin?
I live in Rhode Island
When I go grocery shopping I push the shopping cart really fast down the aisles and then jump on.
I fastidiously clean my eating area when I go to restaurants yet I leave my apartment in a general state of disarray.
When I pass strangers on the street I look directly into their eyes long enough to make them uncomfortable, yet I don’t say anything.
I sing random bits of songs at work.
oh man, I could go on…
If I can I will round/side kick a door open instead of using my hands to open it, I think this has to do with being in karate.
I growl and purr, which has been known to confuse my family when they think it is one of the dogs/cats making the noise.
I say Hi to Opal even though I don’t really understand why, forgive me im a newbie.
I sleep naked, though in winter I have to wear my wool sox to stay warm. Altogether I think I enjoy being naked far to much.
I’ll ask my friends if I can rub there backs for no reason, sometimes I just feel like rubbing people’s back, same with brushing friends hair.
While standing in lines my friends and I will break out into song, loudly.
And lately I’ve taken up singing as loud as I can as I dance on the couch or in the living room.
As for the spelling of weird, remember it’s a Scottish word, so English spelling rules don’t apply.
Originally it meant ‘fate’. The Three Fates in Macbeth were called the “Weird Sisters” because of the Scottish setting.
You know, I always thought “Weird Sisters” would be a kickass name for a band. Don’t tell me it’s already taken.
I have never taken a karate class, or any other martial arts class for that matter, but I frequently mimic moves I see in movies, kicking and punching at nothing randomly. This happens when I hit a lull in a task I am performing.
When I am alone, I tend to read things aloud, providing different character voices, complete with accents and dialects, where necessary. I also frequently talk to myself, often in a British accent.
I absent-mindedly tap on things with my fingers, pencils, coins, or whatever I happen to have in my hands. This may not seem, on the surface, weird. But I tap such that both hands are tapping time signatures, but not the same ones. One will tap in 4/4, the other in 3/4, or one will tap in 5/4, the other in 4/4, etc. I’ve heard this is similar to a musical style called “hocket”, though I’ve no idea why my hands always seem to find one of these syncopated rhythms.
I always eat Altoids two at a time, even though the person offering them always scolds me about it.
When walking down the street, if someone drives by with their music too loud, (especially rap or techno) my best friend and I will break out into spontaneous breakdancing.
I can’t eat ice cream out of a bowl without pouring milk on it. Disgusting, I know.
I have never typed those 2 magic words that go third in a list. Never had the desire to, either. (No offense to that person!)
I watch some videos every night before I go to bed for months before I get sick of them. (i.e. Romeo and Juliet, The Usual Suspects, Clerks)
That’s all I can think of now.
Don’t let them get away with making you feel guilty for eating two Altoids! Turn over the box and point out that you’re taking less than the actual serving size, which is three Altoids. You’re entitled to one more mint. 
OK, I feel like some of these are repeats, or similar to others, but I’ll go ahead anyhow…
I hate to wash dishes unless it’s right before I take a shower.
My room can be as messy as anything, but sometimes I feel the overwhelming urge to have all the drawers closed. Other times, this is a problem. And the closet door always has to be closed when I go to bed.
I always try to figure out my MPG when I fill up my car. This drives my boyfriend insane.
When I was little, I would arrange the stuffed animals (probably about 40 of them) on my bed every night. I would have to change the position of some of the dolls every night, so they got to be closer to me, and they would all get equal billing.
It drives me crazy not to shave my legs every day.
When I take a drink of soda (usually fountain soda), I often have one hugely loud hiccup. I try to suppress it, but if I don’t, it has a tendency to echo.
I’ve seen Tori Amos 8 times, They Might Be Giants 9 times, and Moxy Fruvous 6 times. If you’ve ever heard of Moxy Fruvous, pat yourself on the back.
I change into pjs when I get home from work, and change back into real clothes if I go anywhere.
My cat plays fetch (I suppose that makes her weird, not me.)
When I was about 9 or so, I had to open the bathroom door before the toilet was finished flushing. If I didn’t, I was convinced that the ghost of my friend Hillary would come get me (she died of leukemia. I feel awful for such an odd superstition now.)
I used to hate not knowing what side I was falling asleep on. I was always afraid I’d fall asleep facing the town cemetary.
My roommate has a tendency to pick up behind me, and I’ve caught myself intentionally putting things in the wrong place, to annoy her. (She’s my best friend, I have no animosity towards her.)
I won’t eat any sort of beans, other than green beans. I’ll eat the hot dogs out of homemade baked beans, but not the actual beans.
If I’m eating Indian food with peas in it, I unconsciously pick out the peas as I eat it.
Ok, enough weird-type stuff for me. None of it is all that odd, I don’t think. It’s fun to think about, nonetheless.