There is a blog-tag-award sort of posting game here on wordpress that asks you to use each letter of the alphabet to list words that describe you / something about your life. I had a nomination to do one from AllWorldIssues, so get excited. It’s alphabetmitten.
I was also thrilled to have another award given to me by StudentLivingandMe: the Beautiful Blogger award.
Thank you both!
A is for Awesome. Not me. I’ve picked it because it’s the word I use to describe anything that isn’t awful.
B is for Blue. Basically everything in my wardrobe is blue, it’s my favourite colour (pretty much all shades) and I own way too many blue outfits.
C is for Cold Weather. Hot weather makes me die a slow painful death. This is coming to you from beyond the grave. I adore wearing jackets and boots, snuggling up, kicking through Autumn leaves…
D is for ‘dickhead‘. …According to my charming boyfriend. “I can’t think of anything for D, what’s a D-word that says something about me?” He answered with this, oh and a long list of others including ‘durrbrain’ and ‘derelict’. He laughed so much I thought he was going to be sick.
E is for equality. I do believe that a majority of men truly dislike / disrespect women. I believe for a number of reasons including the fact we still aren’t getting paid the same wages as men. In Australia. In 2013. We could be paid the exact same for the same job if men wanted us to be. The glass ceiling is still there, too. Don’t get me started on anything else. Equal rights for everyone please and thank-you.
F is for fear. And feathers. I used to collect bird’s discarded feathers as a child until my mum told me they ‘carried diseases’. Bird watching and reading books on bird species were some of my favourite childhood past times.
G is for germophobia. The sight of people’s hands touching public objects, then their food and mouths is enough to make me cringe. I throw away things that aren’t ‘cleanable’ when they’ve had something particularly grubby on them. I wash my hands as soon as I get home and never touch my face in public. Dirt and food scraps don’t bother me – just people fluids.
H is for horror movies. I love them.
I is for imaginative. I was always told I have a big imagination, and I think I still do, I just don’t think of it as being strange anymore. Plus, you’d hope I’d have one if I’m going to write stories.
J is for journal. I don’t write in a journal / diary any longer, no angsty ’dear diaries’ but I do keep notebooks for writing ideas, lists and to help me plot / think. Plus, journals just look nice.
K is for Kindle. Mine has made me read more, and having a kindle makes it easier to have school books in one place.
L is for lucid dreaming. An ability I haven’t been exercising lately.
L is for Loyalty. A big quality of mine, I think. Because I am a dog, ha-dee-ha. It’s been tested, and I’ve let myself down on it, but I always feel awful about it, which means I work harder on it every time. I know when to drop the loyalty, but if you’ve been a friend of mine, I’ll never fully ditch you. *desperate whisper* come back…
M is for migraine. Unfortunately, frequent migraines mean I am often rubbing my head and wishing for a needle to poke through my skull (it really feels like doing it would relieve the pressure). At least I know I can do some things through pain, though. I’d love to not have migraine on here, but they have become a major part of my life. M is also for make-up because I love that stuff.
N is for novels. Where would I be without stories to read.
O is for over-population. An issue I feel strongly about.
P is penguin.It’s the only word I’ll ever think of for ‘P’. Once, we played Scrabble whilst drinking and I was hell-bent on making my opponent understand that ‘penguin’ was spelled ‘penQuin’. And it was on a triple word score. Also, Penguin is a great publishing company.
Q is for quiet. Quiet time is the best time, let’s all shush. Also a personality trait.
R is repetition. Drives me insane. Repetition drives me insane. Drives me insane. Drives me insane. Drives me insane.
S is stutter. I wish I was an eloquent speaker, but unfortunately I mumble, stutter and have some kind of brain damage that leads me to say things like “turn off the wall” instead of “please close the door”. Me no speak good. Contrarily to my everyday talking, I was however good at doing speeches in school. I don’t understand me, either.
T is for truth. I cannot lie, the guilt gets to me and I’m bad at it. If I reeally have to I’ll flip on my acting switch and get it done but I’m bad at it most of the time. Plus, I value the truth being told. Unless it’s about my writing, just tell me you love it.
U is for university. What I’m doing with my time currently.
V is for vegetable garden. What I’m aiming to have in my backyard. (less germs)
W is for writers / writing. Would I put anything else? I’m getting predictable! Should of put it down for P.
X is for xerotic. I googled words starting with X to see what I could find and thought this might be some kind of x erotica. Alas, it only means dry skin. And since I hate dry skin, I decided to keep it anyway. Even with its lack of kink.
Y is for Yackandandah. We were once asked to name countries starting with ‘Y’ by the a game. My step-father and I came up with things like ‘Yemen’ and ‘Yugoslavia’ when my mum yelled ‘Yackandandah!’ which is of course, a country town in rural Australia… I laughed for a long time and she tells me to shut up when I bring it up.
Z is for zealous. A mood I get in whenever discussing any kind of social wrong or passion. Otherwise never seen in my personality.
If any of you want to do this blog-activity, I give you permission to be tagged by me.
I have some posts in my drafts folders waiting to be edited, but unfortunately, it is too hot for me to blog often. Just think how often I will be posting in winter!
Lastly, I found a couple of home-made Christmas decorations last week. The perfect angel on the left is my sisters. The one in a cape and on crack to the right is mine. She was the rough one, and I the little lady – except when it came to art and characters.