Ten Random Facts About Me

I post a lot about myself as a writer, but rarely say anything about myself as a person, so I thought it would be fun to post ten random things about me. Feel free to tell me about yourself in the comments as well.

1. A few weird things make me grimace. The feel of cotton balls, popsicle sticks when people bite them, and the sound of gum wrappers being rubbed together. I don't know why, but all these things make me feel sick to my stomach, even when I just think about them.

2. I have two dogs. They are both part rottweiler. One's a girl and one's a boy, the girl is also part pitbull.

You can see their pictures here.

I love them. I call them my babies and coo over how beautiful I think they are. But in reality, they're always trying to find new ways to steal food from me and fight over attention.

Izzy, the girl, claws at me too hard when she wants hugs and it can hurt. Mika, the boy, gets anxious and won't speak to me (he turns his back on me and ignores me when I call) when he feels like I give too much affection to Izzy.

I didn't name either of them. I rescued both of them from a shelter.

3. My boyfriend and I have been together for the last two years.

4. I live in a small town in California. Everything important is an hour drive away, except for the grocery store. And it actually snows where I live.

5. My favorite weather is the fog. It's perfect for wrapping myself in a blanket with a good book and sipping hot chocolate. Also, it makes me feel like I'm in a fantasy book, in some kind of mystical new world or something. It also feels like I'm hiding from the dangers of the universe in a blanket of clouds.

6. I get insomnia a lot and you can tell it's happening when you see me tweeting at 3 am or reading people's blogs and commenting on them at the same time, like I was doing last night. When I used to have severe sleep apnea, I'd only get an hour of sleep at the most because of the headaches and the fact that every time I closed my eyes it felt like someone was choking me.

I often can't sleep through an entire night. My Dad has this problem, too. We would sometimes wake-up at midnight and say hi to each other before going back to our computers and goofing off for awhile until we can get sleepy again.

7. I am a nerd and love to date nerds. I've participated in playing World of Warcraft, Dungeons and Dragons, Magic: The Gathering, and Hero Clix. I've read comic books (although usually only for the sake of the boyfriend) and love Super Hero movies. I've watched all of Star Wars and love Star Trek: The Next Generation. I'm going to Comic-con this year. I was obviously bullied when I was younger.

8. I'm a hopeless romantic. There's nothing like curling up with a good romance novel or movie and eating chocolate to me. It's a horrible way to handle depression, but it's what I turn to often.

And I tear up easily when watching anything. I get caught up in the emotions of the characters: good or bad. Sometimes I cry just because they've suffered so much and now they are finally getting what they deserved for all their hard work.

9. My Mom is the most embarrassing person in the world and she always surprises me. I've known her all my twenty six years, but I still don't know what to expect from her at any given moment. For instance, one time I was watching Eminem perform live on stage when I was a teen. My Mom entered the room and instead of condemning his language like I expected her to, she grabbed her crotch and flipped the room off with her middle finger like he was doing in the actual show. I was just thankful that none of my friends were there.

10. My Dad is a hundred percent convinced that I will be "famous" someday. It's a strange argument him and I have regularly. I insist that even most of the popular writers aren't famous and that I doubt I'll ever be that that popular anyway (most writers aren't) nor do I desire fame, but he's too busy being a proud father.

He readily admits that he made mistakes in raising me and says that when I write my autobiography (which I have no intent of doing), I'll write about all the things he did wrong and that he's okay with it. And I always yell,"Dad! I'll never do that!"