And here it is:
Look how shiny! Ahem.
OK, now I’ve calmed down and… stopped dancing around the internet in a whirling vortex of joy (I just like the words “whirl” and “vortex”, so I couldn’t help myself), I’m going to have to acknowledge the rules.
- Thank the person who nominated you.
Eli, I’m raising a digital glass to you as I type. Not only do I now have the Appreciation For Appreciation Feeling (not good with these words, so that’ll have to do) again, which, as I mentioned in my first award-related post, is notoriously and embarrassingly warm and fuzzy… but I’ve now also found some excellent new blogs to follow. So I offer a giant digital wave to you recently-discovered bloggers (along with my apologies for not discovering you earlier) and to my new followers! Hello!
- Tell the world 7 things about yourself that you have not yet shared.
OK, I’ll get to that one in a minute.
- Nominate 7 fellow bloggers and let them know.
Only 7?! I might have to bend the rules a bit here…
Right. So seven more things to think of. Aha!
- I thank people possibly probably maybe more than I need to, and I’m never going to stop. And did I mention my gratitude to Eli for the nomination? Yes? Well, here it is again: thank you! People Being Nice is a phenomenon which continues to astound and amaze me; but I still think that’s better than never being grateful for anything ever, instead expecting people to acknowledge your greatness. Kind of spoils things rather, doesn’t it?
- My AS level total marks in Physics and Chemistry were exactly equal, and the next year I found that my A2 level total marks were also exactly equal. Being a total numbers freak, that pleased me more than the overall grades. I also found that the A2 totals (for those in the US, the A2 is the second and supposedly harder year of A Levels) were inexplicably higher than the respective AS ones. This remains my greatest accidental achievement… which doesn’t say much for my standards in life, does it, really? If I fail to get a job based on poor performance in a practical test, I’ll still be stupidly pleased with myself as long as the score is a pleasing number. Also – thanks to Eli (again) for sparking this little brainthought.
- I had a scholarship interview for entry to secondary school, the entire duration of which was spent concluding that my interviewers were insane. (The focus on school and achievements at the time of writing can be attributed to a newspaper article about the 11-plus exam which brought back memories this morning.) Being nervous and generally weird, I was in a state of semi-panic by the time I was called in. I was also a stupidly literal child (and sorry, but if anyone from real life hasn’t figured that out yet, you’ve really not been paying attention), so the questions about which brand of tomato puree I would buy solely from the adverts they showed (“I don’t do the food shop yet; I’m 11”) seemed worse than pointless ways to decide how bright we were, not to mention confusing to the point of complete catatonia for my little Aspie brain. So I concluded that our school was being run by madpeople, shortly after realising that that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing for the likes of me, and carried on regardless.
- I already had a 50% scholarship to get me through primary school, otherwise we couldn’t have afforded the fees. I was five when I moved schools because my first school couldn’t “provide for my needs”, and I needed to be interviewed even then. The Shiny Minds of Education judged my claim to superior intelligence using a terrifying and traumatic test… I had to colour in some pictures and write a single sentence. Apparently, my colouring ability and sentence construction afforded me a 50% reduction in fees for six years afterwards. I still don’t understand why.
- My hair is now so tall (it gets blown upwards) that spiders can successfully crawl on the surface of it and I will be none the wiser. An accidental glance in a mirror proved that point to me the other day. My fear of spiders was non-existent until fairly recently, but has gradually worsened due to my senses becoming more sensitive (I’m the Deep Pressure Kind of Aspie; light touch is categorically Not Appreciated… unless in the form of digital hugs, of course). I have no intention, however, of becoming one of those screaming-fit-type phobics, no matter how bad my senses get. Nor will I ever lose my cool (ha – like I ever had any cool to lose) and squish one deliberately. So there.
- I start thinking that I’ve inadvertently insulted someone if they don’t reply to my comments. Which makes me just a little bit sad. But it doesn’t stop me from continuing to comment. Thinking about it, that might be the problem: continuing to comment. I think I should make a pact with my brain not to comment on anything ever unless I actually have something worth saying. Hang on. In that case… what’s to come of my poor little blog? Noooo…
- I’m really not that interesting. So I make fun of myself to make it look like I am. I also say “cheese” a lot. Because it’s a fun word. As are “phlogiston”, “follicle”, and “cube”. Whenever people used to ask me my favourite word, because I knew they were trying to be annoying, I’d recite either the tenth- or the seventh-longest word in the English language (according to Top Ten of Everything 2000): pseudoantidisestablishmentarianism and pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, respectively. The gormless facial responses were very entertaining at the time, but come on, I was 11 at the time…
Apologies for the lack of paragraphs – it wouldn’t work for some strange reason… and thanks again go to Eli for the nomination.
And now I’ve blathered my way into oblivion, here are some nominations, in alphabetical order:
- Dotty Headbanger
- Le Clown on Fire
- Neutrois Nonsense
- One HuMan’s Journey
- The Artistry of the Bipolar Brain. Returning the favour (although I’ve just remembered that I did it last time as well)!
Phew. My fingers have just started to collapse with exhaustion and it might affect my spelling if I continue to type. With a final thank you to Eli, I will shut up.