Two weeks that I have been craving for Thym... Not any regular Thym, my demand bended more specifically towards the Halabi
Thym, leaving me nagging daily till I finally went to Geant yesterday and bought 250 gramms of that famous Thym. The process was extremely funny and entertaining to those who weren''t me. Now, the ironic part is that no one ever warned me that Thym would be that annoying to one''s stomach... I just ate a little bit in the morning and had a small sandwich at night... and now I feel like a living breathing man2ouche.
Nothing specific comes to mind... Therefore I decided to dedicate today''s entry to the enumeration of my multiple weird habits!
My first and most prominent is my behavior in an elevator: If accompanied with people, I just enjoy hosting my own little fetish tv show in front of the
mirror. If alone, I just hold my breath trying to check for how long I could do it before suffocating. The reason behind the previously mentioned is that I am claustrophobic... Thus I try to keep myself busy. Though I don''t always do that, just when I have nothing better to do.
Moreover, I like using original stuff when
eating: Drinking coke in tea cups, eating meat with chopsticks, drinking soup with the mixing spoon, etc..
When looking in a mirror, I smile when I''m happy, frown if something is upsetting me. I walk in Zig-zags to university. I keep playing the same playlist I picked for the night. I play with my hair during a movie. I like to drink water in wine glasses,I tie my hair without a tying-knot.. with just my hair, if eating anything with cheese, I eat everything and leave the cheese till the end. I talk to Chancy in english and not in arabic... he''s equally ignorant anyway. I try on anything with the word "tester" on it, I walk barefoot to the kitchen everytime I take a bath, I still hang my good grades on the fridge, when I''m driving and see something evil, I burst into laughters like that crazy nun in Luis de Funes'' movies, when I take a bath before my sister does I leave her messages on the mirror, I try girly HAIR-DOs to baby boys...
I can''t see someone sleeping near me without feeling an urge to paint his nails, do his make-up, or write something funny on his face... I dance a bit in front of the mirror while dressing-up in the morning, I like my sandwich more when someone else makes it for me, or if it''s simly not mine to eat. Every time my cat gives birth to kittens, I tend to name one of them "Khardou2a" till I find a better name.I can see my shoes turned upside down, I just feel an urge to turn them. I love to butt-in when kids are playing and just kick the ball or plastic bottle for them. I can''t listen to a song unless I can sing alone, I like to modify desktop pictures on other people''s PCs by drawing stuff on it using Microsoft Paint. I can''t sleep next to anyone, I just need my space.. I can''t share blankets nor pillows.
When I think, I bite my lower lip. I can''t fall asleep unless I think or play with my hair. I easily cry in a movie. I love the smell of petrol and turpentine, I can''t drive unless one of the front windows were slightly open, I still repeat my kindergarden prayer when praying, When I eat something like a croissant, I have to eat the outside first and then eat what is soft and white.. (same thing for broasted, donuts, bread, etc..).
I burst into laughters during funerals, I shout during every football game regardless of the score, I automatically close most chatting sessions after replying, when I''m walking and if it starts to rain..I smile, I set my alarm twice in the morning to wake up and say "khay ba3ed fi se3a".
So this is it mostly, my weird habits... or at least what I can remember for now... and if this makes me too weird.. then so be it!
(07/16/07- 12:51 am- Lebanon)