They Will Never Forget You 'Til Somebody New Comes Along

[rionaleonhart]

Tagged by freakish_geek, much to my distress, because aaaah facts about myself? There are no facts about myself!:

Write a journal entry for this meme with six random facts about yourself. Then pick six people off your friends list and tag them - no tag backs. These rules should be included in your entry.

1. I am eighteen years old (the legal drinking age in England, not that anyone actually observes that particular law), and in my entire life have consumed fewer units of alcohol than the average fourteen-year-old British boy does in a fortnight (which is apparently about twenty-four). My friends and family are constantly trying to make me drink. My father actually spiked my Coke two days ago. Which is, frankly, bizarre.

2. I have a powerful fear of mosquitoes. If I hear one, I will immediately leap up and stalk around until I have located and destroyed it. As my mother and/or brothers occasionally stay in my room, you can imagine how irritating they find this when they're trying to sleep.

3. I am also deeply afraid of flying. This originates, I suspect, from a slightly unfortunate not-really-an-event on a flight when I was about six:

Pilot: We will be landing at Gatwick in about twenty minutes...
Little Riona: (inexplicably hears this as 'We will be making a crash-landing in about twenty minutes' and spends the next ten minutes in a state of utter, paralysed terror.)
Riona's Mother (becoming slightly concerned by her still, silent, wide-eyed child): Are you all right?
Little Riona: (bursts into tears) I don't want the plane to crash!

4. I hold doors open. All the time. If anyone looks even remotely as if they may be going in the direction of the door I will hold it open, and then I will stay there until there is nobody in sight. I grant everyone else right-of-way. I will occasionally walk around the backs of cars waiting to come out of adjoining streets, rather than walk in front of them, for fear of holding them up. My reasoning is that I generally have no real reason to hurry, so if I grant someone else a few seconds they will be happier and I will be no less so.

5. The reason I have no real reason to hurry is that I absolutely hate being late for anything, and so if I actually have to be somewhere I will always set off obscenely early. This is extremely silly of me, because the place I have to be is often to meet some of my less punctual friends, so it is perfectly normal for me to arrive half an hour early and them to be half an hour late. I don't resent them; it's my own fault for having this daft obsession with Being There On Time.

6. I have now had three dreams in which I have hugged Jeremy Clarkson. Which is, y'know, odd.

BONUS FACT NUMBER SEVEN: I never tag.

(Bonus Fact Number Eight was posted in this entry when I remembered it some time later.)

Comments

[aestivalis]

Is your icon a fact too?

[dracothelizard.livejournal.com]

My father thinks I need to drink more vodka/orange juice mixes and should go out more, because clearly going out is the best thing in the world ever. But dammit, I already drink vodka/orange juice whenever I want to and no amount of parental pressure will make me!

"the average fourteen-year-old British boy does in a fortnight (which is apparently about twenty-four)."

This will probably mean that in twenty years the average 34 year-old British man will be in a home being taken care of because of their Korsakoff syndrome.

"I have now had three dreams in which I have hugged Jeremy Clarkson. Which is, y'know, odd."

Yes, yes it is. But I had a dream in which John Barrowman insisted we put on a musical which somehow involved The Simpsons and Richard Hammond turned up with his boyfriend.

WTF is my brain on?!

[twilit-wanderer.livejournal.com]

1. I am terrified of turning 21 in a few months, because my father already tries to get me to drink. Whenever we go out of state, he asks the minimum drinking age ("just in case!"), he's always offering me beer and wine, and I know he and my cousins have been making plans to take me barhopping. That I abhor the taste of alcohol and have absolutely no desire to ever find myself drunk is, apparently, irrelevant.

Also, finding and killing mosquitoes is the only sane thing to do. Otherwise they bite your ankles, which is terrible.

[strangeumbrella.livejournal.com]

My parents haven't quite got to the stage of spiking my drinks yet, but I am constantly being encouraged to drink/wear make-up/take the day off school. It's like a sort of bizarre role-reversal, so, you know, it's nice to know I am not the only teenager not constantly seeking new ways to get drunk. I don't see the attraction: I get excited enough as it is! I don't need substances to help me!

Also, I have a mad Being On Time thing, which irritates the hell out of about everyone else I know when I'm running around going "WE HAVE TO LEAVE WE'RE LATE WE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE THERE ALREADY". I think one day my family will just lock me in a cupboard until the rest of them are ready.

[squeemu.livejournal.com]

You know, both my parents have offered me alcohol on occasion. This was actually a very brilliant thing for them to do, because after only a little sip, I was convinced to never ever ever drink again. And continue to hold that conviction.

Also, I'm not really afraid of mosquitoes, but if I see a moth in the room I become fixated and have to search it out and take it down. ...this possibly makes it sound much more dramatic than it actually is.

Also also, I tend to hold doors open and wait for cars. This usually isn't so much because I have plenty of time, but because, um. I'm not really sure why. Other people do it for me? And I don't want to be run over?

[saaski-moql.livejournal.com]

*sniff*...poor little Riona...

I HATE mosquitoes. Wanna know why? Because they attack me. In droves. If there are fifteen people out at night, in October, and it is raining, and I am completely bundled up except for my face...

I'm going to get bitten on my face. And legs. It's happened.