Emily is Smiling

Day 13: Five strange facts about you

1.) I have never in my life ridden on a roller coaster.  I have this nerve-shattering fear of heights and great speeds put together.  I don't ever plan to ride on a roller coaster.  I suppose I have this silly dream of my future husband convincing me to ride my first roller coaster with him while I cling to his shoulder because I feel like he protects me and helps conquer my fears.  But that should take place far in the future. 

2.) I've had an internet stalker before.  You'd think I wouldn't keep a blog then, wouldn't you?  (I hope he's not reading this, hehe.)  He discovered me on YouTube and then somehow got a hold of a picture of me and made it the background of his YouTube channel with a big heart over it.  He also somehow found me on Facebook and MySpace and began to send me constant messages and friend requests, all of which I ignored.  I did notice, however, that my picture was the background of his MySpace layout and he'd put my music on his page as well.  He finally found my sister on Facebook and began to send her messages, begging her to convince me to contact him.  We ignored this guy completely, so he finally backed off, as far as I know.  It was creepy while it lasted.

3.) I'm secretly OCD.  I mentally count everything.  It's weird that I'm horrible at math, isn't it?

4.) When I was a little kid, I always said, "I'm going to get a black or white slug bug and then hang Converse shoes from the mirror."  Nobody ever believed me.  They said that my love of Voltzwagon Beetles would wear off as I got older.  I turned fifteen and got a black slug bug.  It used to be a Geek Squad car.  Converse shoes hang from the rear view mirror.  Take that, haters! (The picture to your left is from when I very first got my car, so the Converse shoes have not yet appeared there.)

5.) I type 130 words per minute.  I type faster than some people talk.  It's this bizarre talent that nobody else seems to have.  I'm not sure what profit it will bring me in the future, other than my writing and the shock-factor it gives people when they ask me to Google something and my fingers start flying over the keyboard.  Perhaps it's hereditary.  My dad won state in typing when he was in high school.  Hmmm...