Don’t know how or why, but my eyes change color when I get very emotional (I can’t control it, but it would be so cool if I could).
Normally, they are blue with brown flecks.
When I cry, they are more blue.
When I am angry, they are more brown.
People have noticed, commented on it, and backed away ve-e-r-r-y slowly.
This is an exercise is frustration and depression for people like me who like to think they are different but can’t think of anything that makes them so…
Ummm…I always open car door for my kids. Just like a chauffeur. I even say ‘sir’ and ‘miss’ when I do it. Most of the time they like it.
I taught myself how to read and write upside down and backwards.
My last name is an adjective. And a really cool one, at that.
Aside from my questionable mental state, it would be that I have hooks for feet. Well not really. But my feet do have such a high arch that they look like hooks. My footprints don’t look like they were made by anything human. I have some problems with swelling occassionally because my weight isn’t distributed on them very well. I once had to got to the emergency room for this when one of my feet swelled up to twice the usual size. Once I got into the doctor’s office and was told to undress I decided to take my shoe and sock off of the foot that was doing well because it was the easiest to start with. Once that foot’s sock was off the nurse shrieked “Oh my God! It’s broken!” I had to explain that that foot always looked like that.
Oh, ho ho . . . I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.
(Psssssst! It’s the prehensile tail thing, isn’t it?)
Well, I’m male, but I can have multiple orgasms.
Oh…and everyone who takes advantage of that straight line, mail a dollar to me, Ukulele Ike, care of the Chicago Reader.
“Well, I’m male, but I can have multiple orgasms.”
I think “multiple orgasms” means more than one within an hour or two, dear—not a lifetime total.
And leave my tail out of this.
DAMN! A simulpost, which means I’ll just send ya fifty cents . . .
I sing nursery rhymes in hastily-translated Latin to get babies to sleep.
I surround myself with plants that are very hard to kill.
I have a scar about eight inches long and four inches wide on my right leg.
But I’m unique, damnit. Just like everyone else.
Anyone who has ever heard me sneeze will never forget it. As mentioned elsewhere, they’re…intense. And numerous (averaging around 12 per episode.)
I also have the same eye problem as pezpunk, only to the tune of about 8 inches.
And at the moment my glasses are rather scratched.
I think I can safely say that I am one of the few people who has had their car hit by a boat.
And no, I was not driving in a lake.
I was born on a holiday, and I was once married to a man who was born on another holiday.
I come with integrated:
Extras you can get on request:
some years later in secondary school…
evil teacher: now be quiet you stupid kids! (we called her the sergeant)
somebody kicks me and I scream like a pig about to be slaughtered
evil teacher: you again. Stefanie. Now you have to see the headmaster. NOW.
evil student aka me: well. if you please. But I didnt do anything wrong. I cant help screaming if somebody kicks me, can I?
I quarreled with the teacher the remains of the lesson…
knocked the stuffing out of the poor thing…
the sergeant didnt take me to the headmaster ever.
I wouldnt have minded anyways… he was a jerk…
I am not respectless though… I never was ugly to her - I just dont see why I should lick her lower parts just because she was older and scarier than me?!
dodgy
I once was a major troll. :eek: :eek: :eek: 
Can play monster chops on the electric gee-tar.
Have kinda a unique lifestyle right now.
A true jack of all trades.
my vision is almost frightenly good. i can read the smallest line on the vision test with 75-90% accuracy. sometimes, all the details hurts my eyes and i have to slightly blur my vision to avoid a headache.
also, my teeth are crooked (even after braces) but my dentist is in love with them. every time i open my mouth he says, “I love you teeth.” My dentist scares me…
I dance with my cat, I make up songs to sing to my cat, and I currently have 3500 nicknames for my cat. I’m working on becoming a crazy old cat lady. It’s coming along very nicely, thank you.
Simetra, that kicks ass! Two of my friends have multi-colored eyes – I think they look beautiful, and not at all circus-freakish. My weird eye thing is that they shift between being blue and being green. Not as exciting as screech-owl’s brown-blue change, but it’s all I have to offer.
Hmm… I was named after an Allman Brothers song. I spent my senior year of high school in a hospital (try explaining to your criminology teacher at your home school that you missed her class because you were invited to an interesting autopsy). I studied the Irish language for a semester. I’m sure there are other things, but not that I can think of at this late hour. 
If you don’t mind my asking (and if you do, just tell me to mind my own business), Nymysys, what prompted you to get those sort of tests? I don’t think it would have ever occurred to me to test out my brained-ness (pretend it’s a word.)
According to some studies I reviewed years ago rounghly 70-75% of right handed people are more right brained and 70-75% of left handed people are more left brained, respectively. (I.e. you’re not unique.)
My smile.
And that I can talk like Donald Duck.
And some other things too.
Shame you wear contacts! I think that looks sooooooo great!
My grandma has a blue and a green eye, that s the coolest thing on earth…
dodgy