i will be 22 in 9 days and i still get scared of worms on the sidewalk.
i still kind of wish that i could cut those pesky crusts off of my peanut butter and jam sandwich.
i still get absolutely paranoid that people don't like me and that they talk about me constantly.
i still feel my insides crunch up sweetly and tightly when someone kisses me on the cheek.
i will never not like the backstreet boys.
i will always eat around the marshmallows and save them for last when i have a bowl of lucky charms
i still eat lucky charms.
i still get yelled at by my mother for not paying attention.
i still have trouble paying attention.
i pout. a lot.
i feel as if i'm "not doing it right" when it comes to growing up.
but i can't be the only one, right?
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coincidently i wrote this about a year ago, i just titled it "hey" and never shared it anywhere or with anyone. (oh dear, another book).
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hey
i'm david.
sometimes, i listen to the spice girls.
and sometimes, i use olay! refreshing toner to keep my skin acne free. this can be my unmanly secret of the year.
sometimes i sing when i'm alone by myself, even though i can't sing at all.
i once watched this episode of scrubs where J.D dated a girl that instead of laughing said "that's so funny!" every time something was so funny. my ex-girlfriend sometimes said "that's so funny!" instead of laughing and since i saw that episode i can't tell you how annoying it is when she did that.
but i've never told her just how annoying it is.
when i was 13, some girl i didn't know at the lake pushed me into the lake from this canoe i was sitting in. for some reason that made me have a crush on her, even though i almost drowned. we hit it off so well that summer.
and in a strange twist of fate, this girl ended up being my dads, future girlfriends, daughter. so we stopped "seeing" each other.
i still think about her sometimes.
sometimes i eat sour cream on just plain white (or brown) buns. i don't put anything else in there. this disgusts everyone i know.
i have a sexy voice, but when i catch laryngitis, i sound like x100 sexier.
i lied a lot as a kid.
i say whenever i have a headache, "my head hurts" instead of calling it a headache. apparently this term bothers some of my friends.
tuna is the only food in the world i will not eat. egg salad i don't think i'll ever get tired of.
the last time i cried was maybe when i was about 15.
as a kid i stole from my neighbors garden almost daily. carrots, raspberries, and rhubarb. how she ever had enough to harvest them seasonally with me around is still beyond me.
my grade six (general teacher) and grade 8 english teacher are two of the most influential people i've ever met in my life. yet i've never seen or spoken to them again once i passed those respective grades.
i hate a lot of people for a lot of trivial reasons i shouldn't, even though no ones ever hated me for reasons they shouldn't.
my first car was a 1978 station wagon my dad gave me for free. it was the worst car i've ever seen and driven. period. it was also the ugliest man made thing in the world. yet i miss it.
i'm learning about mitosis and somatic cellular structure in university right now. i thought it would be hard, but it isn't. my professor elongates every second word and this annoys me since it's totally unnecessary. he's literally like "goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood morning claaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaass"
and you're thinking HURRY UP MAN if you keep up this pace we'll be at page 9 by the end of the semester.
i am the best person you'll ever meet.
i think i am an insomniac, then again i work most nights until 3 am or later, so i shouldn't be surprised by this.
i had a dog for 13 years.
she died last year.
vegans annoy me, not the ones who just refuse to eat meat, but the ones who refuse to wear animal products yet still walk around with belts or purses.
i'm very vocal and opinionated about everything, but very reserved and quiet when it comes to sharing feelings that pertain to me.
i don't believe in second chances.
i can't eat peanut butter toast unless it's heavily salted. i don't know why.
i hate salt on mostly everything else.
my grandpa, when i was six, showed me a way to cool down on hot and humid summer nights. and that was to sleep ontop of a sleeping bag, since the fabric it was on the outside was very cool.
even though i have like an $100 comforter my mom gave me when i moved out and a king size bed, i still sleep on top of sleeping bags (sometimes).
the last book my grandpa ever read to me before he died was "little bunny follows his nose".
i still have that exact same book.
i've went fishing maybe 200 times in my lifetime, but i've never caught a single fish.
i've been hunting once and killed two "trophy bucks". my uncle has them both still on his wall.
my blood type is a rather uncommon -AB i think.
a few years ago, i went to buy a dozen roses. the girl working said something like "your girlfriend is going to be happy after this!" and i responded back, saying they're actually for my grandfathers grave. it was awkward. i really miss him.
i used to visit his grave every so often.
i haven't in years.
eating turkey often makes me sleepy.
i walk a lot. even though i love driving.
i think john leguizamo is one of the funniest people alive.
i think sometimes a brain aneurysm is on its way if i don't take just five minutes to myself.
i think sometimes i think too much.
we won countless medals and trophies growing up in baseball leagues and tournaments, which boosted my confidence and self confidence to astronomical levels. it makes me wonder what happened to those kids though that always dropped out at D rank or went 1-15 (wins/losses) in a season though.
they're probably dead.
sometimes when i feel nauseated, i eat a&w onion rings. this helps make me feel better.
i don't eat a&w onion rings otherwise.
i tend to dislike people who use every acronym invented on the internet (lmao, lol, brb, rofl, idk, bbl) especially if they use more than one in a sentence.
i push a lot of people away. i'm not superficial.. but. i judge far too quickly. if you don't wow me within two seconds i probably won't ever acknowledge you again.
i don't know where i'll be in 10 years. or even 5 years.
i blame my mom for a lot of things she isn't guilty of.
i've volunteered for the last 5 years at the stollery children's hospital (and will again this year) and at santa's anonymous.
none of my friends know about my charity work.
i prefer it this way.
right now i have a bruised back from hockey.
i hand trained the first bird i ever had, he was so lax around me and only me, he hated everyone else. he'd peck at my friends and families hands if they tried to take him out, but chirp around and literally stick to me. i've always been good with animals.
i was recently denied when i applied for a credit card with a $15000 limit. i don't know why i applied for this card. my current one has a limit of $1000 and i've at most probably put $500 on it. i barely ever use credit cards.
i don't like stepping on insects that are big enough to leave a mess.
not because i think that's "gross".
just because i don't like cleaning my shoes.
i sleep sometimes with my feet on the furnace. ever since i was a kid, i did that. i keep telling myself i'll grow out of that habit SOMEDAY.
but i know i won't.
i don't drink coffee.
and i'm probably the one person in this world who hates star wars. i still haven't seen the third one.
i often support feminists, but in the same time i'm almost sexist as i can hate what they stand for so much.
i like to help others whether or not they ask me for it.
sometimes i need help myself, but i never ask for it.
i don't believe god exists. and the thought of that truly scares me.
i don't keep in contact like i should. i've met some amazing people, we always hit it off, then always drift apart. i know if i just took the initiative and two minutes, i could revive everything, but i never do.
bears are my one irrational fear in this world.
i think that's all.
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so no, you're not the only one!
it's not like we've grown up before.. so all we have is everything we've done and the people who helped shape us. it's good to reflect about all the things which have personally shaped you as, you.
.. except perhaps that backstreet one.
this might be worth watching sometime, too:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ncOAJpr3n0
i always enjoy your comments. always.
is it possible to get that printed on a like.. get out of jail free card?!
you know. for future use.
as i have this fantastic tendency to offend people away being myself.
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