Alright everyone. You have any little secret things you do that no one else knows about? Or something that you think you are one of a kind for doing?

Hmmm, you better spill your guts after I'm done spilling mine, Andrew!

Ummm, this sounds so lame but I have to go to bed the exact same way to fall asleep immediately or else I can't sleep! After I've put my fan on for noise in the night (I need the constant hum), I get into bed, lay down on my left side and then always do the following - I have two pillows ok? I take the top one off, and then flip the one underneath upside down and turn it 180 degrees. Then, I do the same with the top pillow. I like to rotate them nightly. Then, I say my thanks for everything good in my life. Then, I am out within minutes, snug as a bug in a rug.

IF I DON'T do that routine, I swear to God I will be up all night tossing and turning. Must be left side of the body for me to fall asleep, I think my brain is wired that way.

Ok, I'm a freak and I know it!LOL!

Alright Andy.
I guess i have to spill my guts now.

I have a little secret for you all.

My first time water skiing (bababababa)
When i was like 12 or 13 i was water skiiing with my dad and has friend and his friends son. (whew) and it was finally my turn. I was so excited and i couldnt wait to do it. I got out of the boat and got set up for everything. Then they went driving.
(beat)
First minute or so went good. But then it came. I fell. But most people would let go of the string u hold on, i did not. I keep hanging on as my body dragged across the water. Them the time came. I felt different, like something was missing. Something sure was missing. My swimming trunks.

I had to get in a towel and drive home in the towel. One long hard hour. Damn those days.

Awe, Andrew. What a thing to have to go through. Wow, I sure do hope that you weren't injured in any way.

Great topic by the way.

Andy xxx

Does anybody else have any stories??? C'mon, tell!

Okay, here goes. Perhaps my most embarrasing moment was while at uni.

My flatmate had just got together with a new girlfriend so a bunch of us went to the pub to meet her and all her friends for the first time. We'd been doing some afternoon drinking prior to this so we were all a little bit drunk.

We arrived at the pub and I bought pint and walked over to the table where all the girls were sitting. As I went to put my glass down I placed it on someone's lighter, the glass tipped and fell onto one of the girls' handbags, completely filling it with beer. Somehow, nobody noticed so I thought I'd try and save the situation- this handbag was watertight, I could see lipstick, makeup and a mobile phone floating around in it. I panicked, picked it up and was about to subtly empty it on the floor when the bag's owner spotted me and gave me a filthy look, not realising her bag was full of beer. She grabbed it out of my hand, splashing beer all over both of us and my friend's new girlfriend. Of course all my mates thought it was hilarious

Not the best first impression but we all ended up friends in the end.

I eat things in even numbers. Things like Skittles, or Pocky, if it's not an even number I can't eat it. It's to the point of being an obsessive compulsion. If something is a single item (i.e. a hamburger, or a drink) I will eat an even number of bites, or swallow an even number of times when drinking something. Usually when I leave food on my plate it's not because I'm full, it's because I can't force myself to eat the odd numbered item. I'll actually stand there, even if it's in a busy public place, and count each item beforehand.

Never share a bag of chips with me.

Let's see there's a couple things. This one's lame, since my dog, Daisy, died a couple years ago, I only wash my hands with cold water. I sleep with covers year round.  I'm kind of metro, yeah, I try to be stylish. haha. Oh, and for really embarrassing, I was talking to this girl I had a crush on, we were talking about her ex, who I also had a crush on. She told him, cause well she really didn't think it was that big of a deal. And well he also happened to be a good friend so that was really fucking akward. lol

These things aren't really embarassing but just kind of weird ... when I walk, I can't have my hands just doing nothing, like I can't have them just hang at my sides - I have to hold on to something, in my pockets, or I just subconsciously wiggle my fingers. And when I'm walking down hallways, I have to touch every corner that I walk by, if I'm close to the wall. I don't count them or anything, it's just I habit I have of just knowing where they are. And at McDonalds, I don't eat the corners of fries. You know those fries that come to sharp corners? Yeah, I can't eat those, ever since I was little.

Another thing I thought of: I change accents without warning. I don't think anything of it, but it really confuses some people who talk to me when one minute I sound Irish, and the next German. I'll even throw in some words that mean nothing to them. I'm a little off. I'm like bad milk.

I mimic people a lot, whether it's how they walk or move their hands, I do it without thinking. And I have these weird sayings that I read in books or scripts and I just say them over and over again. Whether it's just a few words or a line, and at random time when I'm bored, I'll just say them aloud. Something to do when I'm bored, I guess. Wow, I am weird.

Yeah, but I'm probably weirder. I mean I wish I were British and I haven't eaten a donut in seven years since seeing "The Fly" remake. And that's just a couple things.

Alright, I have quite a few.  Some are of an adult nature, and will not be written here.  Lets just say, I've been with some interesting mates in my short life time with some very interesting tastes when it comes to the bedroom.  Everything else is very much on the same page as R.E. Freak's (including, strangely enough, the accent thing).  Also, I black out sometimes and do really weird shit (been doing it since I was eight).  For example, the latest black out took place on a "drunk bus" during senior week.  I was not intoxicated in any way and it was only six o'clock in the evening.  In my mind, I remember the trip being an eerily quiet ride.  My friends tell me I started shouting out qoutes from "Batman Begins" and "American Pyshco."  At one point, I apparently shouted out, "I just had to KILL a lot of PEOPLE!"  This caused some very attractive young ladies to give me a look of absolute horror and immeadiately leave the bus.  Again, I really don't remember any of this.  Let's see, what else?  Also during senior week, I made a Scarecrow mask during a very, very weird (I.e.: we where all stoned out of our minds) and rainy day.  Now, I'm developing a fear toxin by adding together the same (or similar) chemicals that actually form in one's brain during a nightmare.  I've been told while theoretically it could work, it is actually more likely to make someone sneeze.  Not that I'm really going to spray it on anyone; to petrified of law suits.

Anywho, I'll probably think of more.  But this is defiantly enough for now.  

One more thing (this is actually a blog I wrote in my myspace):

Ever see the film "I Heart Huckabees?"  In it, the main character of Albert Markovsky (who, I swear to God, it so much like me I should sue for likeness issues) finds Existential Detectives to help figure out a coincidence of his.  In the film, he sees the same tall African man three seperate times.  Does it mean something?  Well, now I have my very own coincidence to sort out.  In the past two weeks, I have seen the same guy six times.  Twice at the mall, twice just walking the streets, once at a restaurant, and again at Best Buy.  F**K!  Who is this guy, and what does his presence mean?  Tall guy, long hair, looks like he's in his fifties, and every time I've seen him, he is wearing the same leather vest that has symbols from the 70's blasted all over it.  This defiantly means something, I just can't figure it out.  And it doesn't help matters that I saw him four times in the same day.  He was at Best Buy; I used to work there.  That's significant, right?  To qoute "Huckabees," "if it isn't, then nothing is."

There are some fascintaing things you've all posted here, lol! Good stuff.

I just remembered. When I walk on checkered flooring, I have to step on a different coloured square each time. Like this, left foot on white square and right foot on black. I can't walk on the same square or colour twice in a row and no half sqaures either.

I also seem to be able to feel which colour I am walking on, probably a subconcoius thing, but I hate it if I walk on the same colour twice in a row, so weird.