BLOG_015: Get to Know Me

BLOG_015: Get to Know Me

Day 15: Write fifteen interesting facts about yourself.

Now that I’m halfway thorough this challenge, it’s time we talk about something totally awesome: me! Here are fifteen interesting facts about me:

  1. I’m 25 years old. I’m also 5’6″ and I weigh 150 pounds. In other words, I’m pretty small as far as grown men go.
  2. I’m writing the second draft of my first novel. As of right now, its title is Aegis Alliance.
  3. I was born with a skin condition called neurofibromatosis. Basically, it makes me skin real weird. I hardly ever notice it anymore.
  4. I’ve been told on multiple occasions that I look like the kind of guy who would own a pet turtle. I have no idea what the owner of a pet turtle is supposed to look like, for the record.
  5. When I was younger, I was a big fan of David Letterman’s talk show. According to my parents, one day I just stopped watching and when they asked me why I told them David Letterman was a bad man. They don’t remember what he did/said and neither do I.
  6. Green tea is by far my favourite beverage.
  7. I can’t whistle.
  8. I also couldn’t snap my fingers until a few years ago because I had an irrational fear of breaking my fingers if I ever tried.
  9. I’m lactose intolerant, but I consume it anyway because I love dairy. I do try not to eat dairy if I’m with friends because I get some seriously bad gas.
  10. I hate it when people dress twins exactly the same. I’m not joking when I say that if I have twins and you buy me two sets of the same clothes, I hope you have a receipt because I will send it back.
  11. I’m afraid of heights. But weirdly enough, I love the adrenaline of a high-speed roller coaster. My transition from horror to excitement is pretty hilarious.
  12. My first and middle name were accidentally switched on my birth certificate. I’ve been filling out forms the way I’m personally used to, so I don’t think it’s that big of a deal.
  13. I’ve broken my left wrist on two separate occasions. Once in seventh grade, and once in the eighth grade. I also chose orange for the colour of my cast for some bewildering reason.
  14. I couldn’t join my high school football team because they couldn’t find shoulder pads in storage small enough for me. I’m pretty fast, but if someone twice my size tackled me, I’d probably snap like a twig.
  15. I’m allergic to hazelnuts, meaning I will never know the glory of Nutella.

I am a very interesting man, as you can plainly see. Or maybe I’m not, I don’t know.

BLOG_014: Why I Hate Ronald McDonald

BLOG_014: Why I Hate Ronald McDonald

Day 14: Your earliest memory.

One thing I don’t like about myself is the fact that I can be pretty forgetful. I can leave something somewhere and forget about it minutes later if something more important occupies my attention. And that goes double for childhood memories.

I have a few vague memories from when I was a year old. One that has always stayed in my mind was when I was at a family friend’s house, I was getting my diaper changed, and I was looking up at a ceiling light, crying. I was a baby, so I was probably crying because I had poopy in my diaper. That’s the earliest thing I can remember from my life.

My earliest memory that is actually clear happened when I was three or four years old. We were at the McDonald’s PlayPlace across from my house. In this PlayPlace there was the usual: slides, tubes, a ball pit, and a fifteen-foot tall statue of Ronald McDonald with his stupid boot sticking out. So, I was running around the PlayPlace in my socks, and then I slipped and fell…

And I cut my tongue open on Ronald McDonald’s stupid-ass boot.

It wasn’t a deep cut, but I couldn’t eat anything hot or solid, so I got to eat a lot of ice cream in the week after that happened. That’s the earliest thing I can remember, and that’s why I hate Ronald McDonald so much. Because he is a bad man, and he made me cry.

I’ll “put a smile on” when that clown gets the boot as a mascot.

TOMORROW: Write fifteen interesting facts about yourself.

BLOG_013: Dream Vacation

BLOG_013: Dream Vacation

Day 13: Somewhere you’d like to move or visit.

You know what’s fun? Bucket lists. And everyone seems to have some form of travel on their bucket list. I don’t exactly have a bucket list, but there are a few places I plan on visiting.

I am a city boy. I grew up in Toronto. We moved to a smaller town in Brampton way back in 2003 due to my family being worried that the area being dangerous. When we moved there it was a lot smaller. I distinctly remember the view of the first house we lived in. It was a large expanse of absolutely nothing except this one random barn in the distance. At some point, some kids burned it down, so there’s that. Over the years, Brampton has grown into a much smaller version of Toronto, and just like that I was in another big city.

You might be surprised to hear that I’ve grown pretty sick of the city, but not to the point where I’d want to avoid it entirely. If I had it my way, I’d move a little to the north in Ontario where all the smaller cities are. I took my driving test there a few years ago – specifically because taking a driving test in a smaller city is way easier – and I really liked it. It was much more peaceful and quiet, a stark difference from the crowded cities I’m used to.

As for my number one dream vacation, it would have to be Japan. I’m also a big fan of anime. Shocking, I know. I’ve only seen a small taste of Japanese culture and it would be awesome to get a taste of what it’s like in person. It also looks like a beautiful country. I want to spend my prime years travelling as much as I can. I’m not getting any younger and I need to do everything I want in life while I can. Absorbing the culture of Japan and changing my surroundings is priority number one.

I’m not a weeb, I swear.

TOMORROW: Your earliest memory.