Fun Friday entry: 10 Dirty little secrets...

Just when you thought my verbal diarrhea had already dispensed all tidbits on this unabashedly egotistical and long-winded blog of mine... Most of these relate to my past though, since nowadays, I can't keep my damn mouth shut about anything.

1) I am a rather HUGE closeted Backstreet Boys fan. Except for their newer albums, I know most of their songs by heart.  I used to draw them as a teenager, and made Backstreet Boys comics.  My best friend and I had a yahoo rpg which merged Sailor Moon and the Backstreet Boys.  (It was called... originally enough, Backstreet Moon... and you laugh, but there was a time when it was listed as the most popular text rpg on yahoo. SO THERE.)  My best friend and I also own the only two Backstreet Boys comics (real ones) in circulation... which were autographed by the group, AND by Stan Lee.  They are currently in a safe, at an undisclosed location ( I kid you not)  as we almost eagerly await Stan Lee's unfortunate passing, so that we might make insane money off its then-skyrocketing value. (not)

2) Aside from the Backstreet Boys, when I was a teenager, I had a pretty generalized form of "BoyBandFangirlitis".... a horrible, horrible disease.  I loved Hanson. LOVED. (And for some embarassingly ungodly reason, I loved Isaac the most.  Probably because I related to him, being the ugly one, hahah.)  I hated N'Sync though... but only because they were the BSB's biggest opponents. 

3) I played with dolls until I was about 13.  No, I'm not kidding.  It took me a long time to grow up, and I used to get a lot of my drawing ideas from the imaginative worlds I created with them.

4) I probably watch more porn than some men.  And I actually use it for reference for drawing, sometimes.  (Where else am I going to find naked models to pose for me?) As such, my computer is riddled with anti spyware programs, hahaha.   Sometimes though, it has nothing to do with drawing.

5) I once went to Halloween in what I thought was a Ninja costume... it turns out my mom had made me a Black Power Ranger suit, which I found out about later, through the hysterically muffled chokes of laughter from the masses of girls who were dressed like whores (literally) and princesses.  But then, that was an upgrade from the golden unicorn costume I had before.  I guess I wasn't very popular in higschool... because even if it hadn't been a Power Ranger, I still thought ninjas were cool... and it still woulda been a ninja suit.  (That automatically spells social DOOM in an all-girls school.)

6) On vacation once, in British Columbia when I was about 5 years old... I saw my first Asian person, at the hotel's pool.  I then proceeded to swim on my back, while pulling at the corners of my eyes, thinking it was fucking awesome, because I could look that badass too.  (Epicanthic folds ftw!)   My father then plucked me from the water in a gasping frenzy and rushed me inside with almost stroke-inducing embarassment.  I still call that the "Squint Stroke".  Yeah, go ahead, be offended.  I was FIVE, and I lived a sheltered life. 

7) I frequently used to steal change from the change bin at my parents' place.  In my defence though, they knew perfectly well it was going on, and my Dad would probably have given me 3 times as much money had I just asked for it.  I just had too much pride to ask.... but not to steal.  (My logic = flawless.)  Since though, I have slipped change back into the bin, progressively, to pay back my debt.

8) I stole a Sailor Moon doll from a Zellers store once.  Sailor Venus, to be precise.  Every time I pull her out of storage these days, I remember the gut wrenching fear as I sat nervously on the public bus, my plastic bag of illicit contents BURNING my fingertips with guilt.  Technically, my friend at the time stole it... but she stole it FOR me, which is just as bad.  I'm a felon.  SIXTEEN DOLLARS WAS A LOT BACK THEN, OK?  I remember thinking the cop car that passed on the highway, about half a kilometer away, was out for me, and almost throwing up from anxiety as my con of a friend stared at me with mocking disbelief.

9) I once peed my pants in grade six. (that's pretty damned old.)  I had to walk home to and from school every day... and it was about 1,5 kms, and I'd forgotten to go before leaving.  I rushed and rushed... but despite my astronomical effort, I made it all the way to two houses before my babysitter's, and completely lost it in the middle of the street.  (Luckily, it was a quiet, rural street.)  I was so terrified that the babysitter would punish me that I ran crying to the neighbors', completely humiliated.  She was a nice old lady, at least... and she helped smooth things over with the babysitter.

10) When no one's looking, I pick my nose.  I don't care what you think. I usually go for kleenex, but if there are none available well... it's still on.  I don't do it in public, and I always wash my hands afterwards... (because another thing about me is that I'm obsessed with hand cleanliness...something to do with my borderline hypochondria..) but I CANNOT STAND the feeling of my nose being clogged with anything.  So sue me.  (*sigh* At this point, I almost wish I had a penis somewhere...at least that would give me an excuse for being so ungirly.  Oh well.) And I don't care if this removes any semblance of sexiness I might have had.  I gave up on Xanga-Impressing months ago, when I realized I wasn't Asian.  (OSNAP!)

What about you?  Any dirty laundry I should know about? I dare you to share.

Annnd this concludes my blogging for the next little while.  IT'S TIME FOR VACATION, BITCHES!! WOOOOOOO!!!!!

 What to do... ?

The boyfriend returned from hockey around 12:30 and he's usually so wound up after a game that he doesn't fall asleep for hours.  Add to that that because of the uterine miracle that is my period, as soon as he'd left a couple of hours earlier, I had pretty much passed out on his bed and only awoke again when he got back.  My sleeping patterns thus disturbed, I also found myself wired for sound.

We both showered, changed, and sat in bed, bored to tears.

So what do two consenting adults who love each other do in the middle of the night when they find themselves in bed with nothing to do?

....PLAY IZOO UNTIL OUR EYES BLEED, THAT'S WHAT!! SEXY TIME!!

Wheeee!!! 

It's just like Bejeweled, except it's for IPhone, with animals who make funny faces when you make a line disappear, hee hee hee!!!  We played until 2:00 am... even though it's a one player game, technically, we were both going at it like animals, I tell you.  Sweat, screaming and breathless entertainment!! IT WAS SO HOT!

^_^

Noteworthy quotes:

Me:....*beep beep, boop boop* Hey... can you imagine if we both had DS's?

Him: ...... *horrified expression, as he focuses intently on the screen* Waitwaitwait, I made a line....BOOM!!

Me: No but seriously... DS's...

Him: That'd be.... just....

Me: THE BEST THING EVER!!!!!

Him:... We'd be like those 4 fobs at the movie theatre the other night... all linked and playing Mario Kart... *glee* ....BOOM!! I MADE ANOTHER ONE EXPLODE, HAHA

Me: .... just you watch.  It'll happen.  It'll happen. Oh yes.