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[li]I prefer rainy/cloudy days to sunshine (too bright, distracting, and in the summer, too damn hot). Maybe I should move to Seattle.[/li][li]I’ll also eat the black licorice jelly beans. I don’t necessarily crave them, but it seems wasteful when so many other people pass over them.[/li][li]I don’t wear shorts, either. I’m modest about my body.[/li][li]I don’t have an obnoxious ring tone on my cell phone; just a normal tone will do. For that matter, I don’t carry mine around with me all the time and talk on it all day like I have nothing else to do. I have it primarily for convenience and for emergencies.[/li][li]I write my lowercase “a” with the stem above it (just as it appears in the standard font here). In school we were taught to write it like an o with a stem on the right side. In the sixth grade I decided I liked the other way better and changed it.[/li][li]I eschew hats. I don’t even wear a cap as a lot of guys do. I’ve never seen the need for one and they are uncomfortable to me. They just make me sweat and all the sweat collects in the rim of the hat.[/li][li]I always sort colored items so that they are consistent with the order of colors on the visible light spectrum: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet.[/li][/ul]
I am a lefty and wear my watch on my left. I have to have a watch.
I always allow people to merge (world peace begins with merging)
I talk alot, a chatty cathy really. However, I am a very quiet person also and prefer activities like reading, working on my fish tank, etc. that are not only silent, but solitary.
I almost never turn on the TV.
I’d rather die than not have books, however, I can’t seem to check books out of the library. I prefer to buy them, even if they are used. I like owning books as well as reading them.
I smile. Alot.
I am such a creature of habit, I’ll drink coke or coffee just so I don’t have to think about what else I might want. I would eat the same breakfast virtually every day. I hate spending time on mundane choices. For years, I ate two pieces of toast, both buttered, one with jelly.
I have had acrylic nails for about 18 years. I have had perhaps 3 colors of polish. The color I am wearing now I have been wearing for at least 3 years. If Tony forgets to order my color, it’s an agonizing process finding another color, and I am unhappy ever time I look at my nails until I get the right color.
I’d rather clean detail things like polishing silver, cleaning windows really well than do big things like laundry.
Wow. Creepy, dude!
I do this too! In fact, when I was in high school, I used to wear a walkman around the house and do it to music when no one was home. I told a friend about it once and she said it was weird though, so I didn’t tell anyone else. 
Even now sometimes, when I’m putting on my makeup and have the music going, I’ll catch myself walking around “fantasizing.”
I also wear a watch (back when I wore one at all) always on my right wrist, and I’m right handed.
well now I’m thinking of all sorts of things.
I also put a strike through my 7’s and Z’s. I saw a friend in highschool do it when he came back from Europe and started doing it. Now I couldn’t stop if I tried, it’s habit.
Been vegan for 9 years.
Double knot my shoelaces.
LOVE winter, LOATHE the summer.
I also always wear shorts unless it really is too cold to wear them. It fits in with my wardrobe always being “loose”. I like long t-shirts, shorts, flip-flops, and if I’m wearing a jacket, I prefer it unzipped. I hate tight collared shirts, long pants, loafers, tight dress jackets, so I’ll only go formal if absolutely necessary. I wear everything loose too, my flip-flops are at least one size too big, and the watch I always wear is never in one spot, it’s always sliding all around my arm. Even if my watch is never in the same place, it always needs to be on my arm somewhere. I’ve had this same watch for 10 years now and I never ever take it off except to get a new band or battery. If it’s off it feels like part of my arm is missing.
I like video game music, which is weird enough, but ever since I was kid I’d try to come up with a fitting background music for various places I go around in. I’ve never heard of anyone besides me doing this so I must be really weird in that respect. I never carry an mp3 player or anything around with me though, all the music is in my head.
Growing up we always had a breakfast, lunch, dinner, then dessert, but skipping a meal or having one at the “wrong” time never really bothered me. Nowadays I’ll usually just have one big meal during the day at whatever time is convenient. However, despite crazy meal schedules, one thing remains constant: the day is not complete without some sort of dessert item. If it’s the end of the day, it just won’t feel right until I have a small bite of chocolate or something, even if I’m not hungry. You could call it an addiction, but it’s mainly the routine I’m addicted to.
When my mental jukebox starts playing a song, I’ll whip my tongue around and chatter my teeth along as percussion.
I’ve flown about ten thousand times, but I always love to sit by the window and look at the view. I find it amazing every time. Sometimes I like to imagine I’m accompanying someone from the past and imagining their reaction to being on a plane. I can only imagine what our current view of space travel will seem like when going to Mars is as routine as going to New York!
I don’t drink coffee. Never even tried it once.
I print everything (except my signature, which is pretty scribbly). I don’t think I could write cursive even if I wanted to. At least not without being extremely deliberate and slow.
I use a purple ink pen whenever possible. Either roller tip or felt or Sharpie or something. Not ball point. Sometimes black ink is the only thing available and that will do in a pinch. But never blue.
I don’t fly that much. But I always think of this.
I love extremes in weather. Blizzards make me happy. Nice, warm sunny days like today? Perfect.
I hate it when we have a good storm brewing and I see a patch of blue sky. Bah. Stop toying with me.
My Wife and I had a sprint triathlon to get to a hundred miles away yesterday. Got up at 5am to snow falling at an incredible rate. We picked up 5 inches of snow in under 2 hours. It was quite impressive.
I only wear silver jewelry and have since I was about twelve. I just preferred the color, as yellow gold looks bad on me, and I’ve not had any white gold or platinum jewelry yet.
I’ve worn a claddagh ring for nine years, although I’m not sure if I’m wearing it right, as I can never remember.
My handwriting is terrible, so I print. My printing is still pretty bad, but it’s fairly legible.
I don’t wear shoes indoors if I can get away with it.
I always wear a watch–I have at least ten right now, some dressy, some casual. I’m right-handed, but I’m a left-wrist watch wearer, as it’s uncomfortable the other way. I put my watch on right after I get dressed and don’t take it off till I’m ready for bed, unless I have to wash dishes.
I cross my 7’s and z’s, but I only cross the z’s when doing an algebra problem. Otherwise, I simply don’t use z’s enough to bother.
I carry a backpack as a purse, and I always wear it in backpack fashion, unless I’m wearing something that I shouldn’t mess up by doing this.
I use mechanical pencils and pens. I only use a regular pencil if I have to.
Damn. After reading this thread, I guess I’m not so “different” after all. Chinese shoes? Yep, for years. Silver jewellery? My favourite (I own hardly any gold, unless it is white gold). Hold my pen funny? Yep, the callous ends up on the inside of my ring finger. (I was born left handed, but my father switched me early on.)
Watches. Watches are probably my own thing. I like to get the biggest, most colourful, clunkiest watches I can. They make my medium boned wrist look teeny. They don’t have to be expensive; cheap is good, since I’ll probably bang them into everything. All other jewellery I wear is subtle, but my watches are always these impossible, gigantic contraptions that I like to lug around on my wrist. I’ve been doing this since I was about 13 or so, and I just got used to it. I haven’t been doing it recently, but now that I’m writing about it, I kind of miss it. Gonna have to start that up again. 
I used to be the girl in school who always had the whacky coloured fingernail polish. At the time, you couldn’t just buy say, blue polish at the drugstore. If it was available anywhere (and I’m sure it was, somewhere in the world), it wasn’t available in my neck of the woods. So, I used to take the lightest colours I could find, and add food colouring to them. I’d have blue nails, green, purple - every colour of the rainbow… and some other colours that I don’t think have been invented yet. 
I used to get people come up to me and ask why I was ready for Halloween so early. One girl signed my yearbook: “I will never forget you and your crazy nail polish!” About a year after I graduated, hell, you could buy those colours at any store. Not that I minded at all. Now I didn’t have to soak my fingers for an hour to get the damn food colour stains off of them. But today, you’ll often find me wearing a nice shade of sky blue, or perhaps silver, or light purple. It’s not as uncommon now, but it’s still my thing.
Flaming red hair. Fire engine red. Maraschino cherry red. My hair is red naturally, but for years, my mother hated the fact that we both had red hair. Something to do with her father (my disowned grandfather) having an affair with a red-headed woman when she was a child. So for years, I dyed it blonde, or black, or anything but red. As I got older, I realised how foolish it was to be ashamed of who I was, just because of some woman I didn’t even know. So I began to dye it red. Bright, flaming, fiery red. At first, my mother was horrified. But I stood up to her one day, and I told her that I was me, and like it or not, I was born with red hair - her red hair, not the other woman’s red hair, and we should be proud of who we are, and not let the past control how we see ourselves. I’m me, goddamnit. And I have red hair. It took her awhile, but eventually, my mother let her dye grow out/fade, and she’s proud of her (much subtler) red hair, as well. I’ve been doing this since I was about 17 or 18. It’s none too subtle, but I was taking a stand. I guess my hair is still taking that stand, because I just got used to it. I did try to go dark brown a short time ago, but it felt all wrong. It’s red again. Bright, flaming, fiery… comforting… red.
See what I’ve done with my location tag? I like to think that to many doper I’m “That doper with that thing in his location” as I’m fairly certain I’m the only one. It is very hard to stand out here in the dope.
BTW, HI is Hawaii. I’m not trying to be friendly.
When I eat Lucky Charms I eat all the grain bits first so that at the end I have a few sweet spoonfuls of pure marshmallow delight. Ive been doing this ever since I can remember. I also do it with Captain Crunch and crunchberries.
I need white noise in the background when I sleep, so I always have a fan on in my bedroom. I also need two pillows, one under my head and the other in my arms, or I have a difficult time sleeping.
I can only read while laying back on a couch with a strong light behind me. If I’m reading a hard book, I read 25 pages, then take a short break, then read 25 more, then take another break, and so on. If its an easier book I read 50 pages at a time.
Listening to music gives me a lot of energy, so I always walk around while listening to my Ipod, even if its just pacing around my room. While jogging I always listen to eighties music.
I carry a pen in my pocket at all times.
Count me in as a “silver not gold jewelry” girl.
I rarely eat any sort of chip, but when I have sandwiches, I like to put chips on the sandwich, and usually throw the rest away.
I do the squeegee thing also.
I’m another who wears all silver jewelry! My favorite colors are purple and black, and silver goes better with them than gold. If I wore a lot of all-white outfits, I would definitely go with gold.
Another one for the list: All my skirts are long, always have been. Well, I have one business suit with a hem at the top of the knee, but I never wear it. I hate business suits anyway. I know one other woman who never wears anything but long skirts and dresses, and she is the most style savvy person I’ve ever known. She directs a dance company, personally sews and costumes all the dancers in the most beautiful collection of costumes I’ve ever seen, and I guess is a style role model for me. I always preferred long skirts for aesthetic reasons anyway before I met her. It was nice to find another person who thought the same.
About my long sleeves and long dresses… this is because I don’t like being partially clothed. It should be all or nothing, either long garments or nude is OK, but not in between. I know I’m weird that way.
The google ad for this thread is currently for www.loveamericaimpeachbush.com. That’s odd.
I brush my teeth with hot water.
I eat salad with my fingers, dipping the items in drssing on the side. (nothing grosser than a bit of bad lettuce. You can never be too careful)
Also like a cold sleeping room.
I have been told I tie my shoelaces wrong, but I have no idea what that means. It is how I have always done it.
I stay in the movie theatre until the very end of the closing credits. My GF does this too. This is fundamental to our compatibility. Sometimes filmmakers stick some cute things at the very end after the credits are done, but you’ve never seen that, I’ll wager, because we are always alone by the time that happens.
I won’t let anyone else touch my laundry. I am very particular about how it is done. For one thing, I run my whites through another cycle to get all the soap out. Dryer sheets are the work of the devil.
In general I don’t believe in letting anyone do my dirtywork anyway. I wash my own car, clean my own house, etc.
I PREFER nonfat milk, the kind without “nofat milk solids” (powdered milk) because if I wanted the taste of powdered milk in my milk, I could save a ton of money just by buying powdered milk. 2% or Whole milk is a gross out to me.
I need at least an hour of “quiet time” upon waking so I can read and hang out. TV is ok during that time, but not needed. Otherwise the TV is always on, although I don’t pay much attention to it most of the time.
I like television commercials. Sometimes better than the shows. I could watch that “so easy a caveman could do it” spot a million times. The effete cavemen are priceless, although I would like that guy with the “going problem” to die in a fire.
I confront the Larouchies whenever I see them, and run them off by telling their marks “don’t give them your credit card”. I’ll stay until they leave.
I collect cult propaganda such as Larouche, Scientology, Tony Alamo, etc. When I find one of those circulars on the ground in a parking lot, I get a rush. Another find!
When I hang out the washing I MUST use two pegs the same colour on any one item of clothing. No rhyme or reason, I’m a disorganised type but the pegs MUST match.
I CAN NOT have one wet hand/foot and one dry/hand hand/foot. If the left hand gets wet then right hand has to get wet too. Stupidly the same rule works for pain, kick the left foot accidently? The right foot gets a deliberate kick. OUCH.
I can’t read or watch tv with anything “odd” in my peripheral (sp???) vision. The smallest bit of fluff will totaly distract me. I must move it or go NUTS!
I eat the same lunch for about 3 months, everyday, the same lunch. People at work laugh at me but I find thinking about what to have for lunch irritating. I eat the same lunch until I can’t stand it anymore. 
Heh. I could write a book. To keep it simple, though: minor though it may seem, I have never in my life encountered another human being who writes the numeral “8” the same way I do. I begin by writing a “3” from top to bottom, continue around the bottom, and make an adjacent backwards “3” from bottom to top to complete it. I have no idea why I do it this way; I’ve been doing it as far back as I can remember. I have since had to deal with 95% of everybody who’s watched me do this insisting that I should write it using the “upright infinity symbol” method, which I refuse to do, because A) I’m used to doing it this way and it makes no difference, and B) I get a kick out of watching them cringe as I write it my way.
You may now all insist that I should write the numeral “8” as an upright infinity symbol, and I will write a “3” and a backwards “3” at you, and I will point at you and laugh. Thank you.
Here’s a link to wevet’s thread “Odd little habits you have”. This thread hooked me to the SDMB, and it’s one of the longest threads with the most views in SDMB history.
When alone, I talk to myself out-loud. Happens in the car a lot. In recent days I’ve realized that ‘with pets’ does not count as ‘alone’.