I get addicted to certain smells. I wouldn't say that I have a particularly sensitive nose or anything, but there are certain things that I need to smell every once and a while or I get withdrawal.
One of these things is my cat. I'm not sure exactly what it is she smells like, but I know I am addicted to it, and even though I know that I'm getting cat hairs in my nose, I smell her anyway.
Another one of these things is a blanket that I've had since I was a baby. If it wasn't for the smell I probably would have gotten rid of it a long time ago, but the smell is quite addictive, so I still have it. It's falling apart, and it probably needs to be washed, but then I'd have to get the right smell on it all over again.
Also, whenever I've had significant others I have become addicted to their personal smell, until of course we broke up.
I used to think that this was a normal thing, but when I asked other people they looked at me like I was weird. Which I am, I guess.
Wednesday 27 April 2011
Monday 18 April 2011
Indication 2 that I'm weird
I have a strange dislike of certain numbers. It may seem arbitrary to most people, but to me it makes perfect sense.
I dislike numbers that end in 1, 4, 6, or 9. With some exceptions, I don't have a dislike of the number 69, I'm sure you can guess why (wink wink, nudge nudge)
The reason I dislike them is simple.
They are two close to lovely round numbers that end in 0 or 5.
For example, 79 is allllllmost 80, I wish it would be 80. It's so close. I think it wishes it was 80 too.
41 is almost 40, it's also almost 42, which is of course the meaning of life, the universe, and everything.
It wishes it were either one more, or one less.
From this you may assume that numbers ending in 0 and 5 are my favourite, but that is incorrect, mostly for aesthetic reasons.
7 and 3 are my favourite, because they are prettier.
8 and 2 come in close second.
Then 5 and 0.
And lastly, the horrid so close numbers that I mentioned above.
I dislike numbers that end in 1, 4, 6, or 9. With some exceptions, I don't have a dislike of the number 69, I'm sure you can guess why (wink wink, nudge nudge)
The reason I dislike them is simple.
They are two close to lovely round numbers that end in 0 or 5.
For example, 79 is allllllmost 80, I wish it would be 80. It's so close. I think it wishes it was 80 too.
41 is almost 40, it's also almost 42, which is of course the meaning of life, the universe, and everything.
It wishes it were either one more, or one less.
From this you may assume that numbers ending in 0 and 5 are my favourite, but that is incorrect, mostly for aesthetic reasons.
7 and 3 are my favourite, because they are prettier.
8 and 2 come in close second.
Then 5 and 0.
And lastly, the horrid so close numbers that I mentioned above.
Monday 11 April 2011
Indication 1 that I am weird
I hate it when someone or something points at my chest. It feels like I'm being stabbed. I have no idea why this is, I have never been stabbed before that I can remember, but when I am pointed at in the area between my chest and my upper stomach I instantly cover it with my arms and turn away, usually squealing in the process.
This can be very inconvenient in several situations. I remember when I took a CPR class and other people were required to "landmark" on your stomach to find the correct place to do chest compressions, which, as some of you may know, requires them to poke their fingers underneath my ribcage right to the part that is most sensitive. Needless to say it didn't go over well. I also didn't pass my CPR course.
Another thing that I continue to struggle with today is sharing music with someone in choir. When I hold my music slightly shifted to one side or the other, the corner of the piece of paper points directly at my chest, causing me much discomfort. You may say that I could just fold the corner in, but that instead makes it much WORSE, as it creates TWO points in the paper that are pointing at my chest. I usually end up awkwardly holding the corner of the paper between my thumb and forefinger, so that my chest is safe from the paper that may just fly out and stab me.
I really have no idea what the cause of this weakness could be, but one thing is for sure, I am glad I am not a superhero. Having my fatal weakness that easy for any villain to take advantage of wouldn't be a trait that would make me very successful at fighting evil. No, I will stick to living a safer life, where the only things that point at my chest can't actually hurt me. Now, if only my chest would figure that out.
This can be very inconvenient in several situations. I remember when I took a CPR class and other people were required to "landmark" on your stomach to find the correct place to do chest compressions, which, as some of you may know, requires them to poke their fingers underneath my ribcage right to the part that is most sensitive. Needless to say it didn't go over well. I also didn't pass my CPR course.
Another thing that I continue to struggle with today is sharing music with someone in choir. When I hold my music slightly shifted to one side or the other, the corner of the piece of paper points directly at my chest, causing me much discomfort. You may say that I could just fold the corner in, but that instead makes it much WORSE, as it creates TWO points in the paper that are pointing at my chest. I usually end up awkwardly holding the corner of the paper between my thumb and forefinger, so that my chest is safe from the paper that may just fly out and stab me.
I really have no idea what the cause of this weakness could be, but one thing is for sure, I am glad I am not a superhero. Having my fatal weakness that easy for any villain to take advantage of wouldn't be a trait that would make me very successful at fighting evil. No, I will stick to living a safer life, where the only things that point at my chest can't actually hurt me. Now, if only my chest would figure that out.
Friday 8 April 2011
Update
There's a bunch of new original songs and covers added to my website (:
livyka.com/?music
Hope you enjoy!
In other news, my photoshoot was cancelled :(
Hopefully it will be rescheduled for sometime soon.
I need to find more interesting things to put here. I am thinking of doing a series of posts on reasons/indications that I'm a weirdo. Because I am. Don't believe me? Well you will very soon ;)
Ciao!
livyka.com/?music
Hope you enjoy!
In other news, my photoshoot was cancelled :(
Hopefully it will be rescheduled for sometime soon.
I need to find more interesting things to put here. I am thinking of doing a series of posts on reasons/indications that I'm a weirdo. Because I am. Don't believe me? Well you will very soon ;)
Ciao!
Wednesday 6 April 2011
Woot
More shit added to my website http://livyka.com
Can you tell that this is all I have been working on for the past 3 days?
And my awesome zombierobot friend converted it all to ajax weeee
I didn't even ask him to he just did it. o.o
I'm in the process of putting all my old compositions into Finale, as well as recording all of my songs.
It's a pain in the ass to be honest, but I hope to have all of that up soon.
I have a photoshoot on friday with Ted Bowman, I hope it goes well!
Well bye for now readers (I think I have maybe one now (: )
Can you tell that this is all I have been working on for the past 3 days?
And my awesome zombierobot friend converted it all to ajax weeee
I didn't even ask him to he just did it. o.o
I'm in the process of putting all my old compositions into Finale, as well as recording all of my songs.
It's a pain in the ass to be honest, but I hope to have all of that up soon.
I have a photoshoot on friday with Ted Bowman, I hope it goes well!
Well bye for now readers (I think I have maybe one now (: )
Monday 4 April 2011
Websiiite
My website is finally up and function. http://livyka.com is the address. There's not much content yet, but it's all designed and coded.
I'll be putting up most the content within the next few days, though some of the songs I've written I still need to record.
I used to have such a great high singing voice but singing alto in my university choir for 3 years kind of killed it :/
Hopefully I'll be able to get it back so I can record my songs.
I could always transpose them down but pfffft that would be lame.
I'll be putting up most the content within the next few days, though some of the songs I've written I still need to record.
I used to have such a great high singing voice but singing alto in my university choir for 3 years kind of killed it :/
Hopefully I'll be able to get it back so I can record my songs.
I could always transpose them down but pfffft that would be lame.
Sunday 3 April 2011
A new beginning
Many times I have told myself that I will write in a journal every day. How hard could it be really? I wouldn't even have to write all that much, just a few sentences about my day, maybe something about what I dreamed the night before, anything really. But alas, my efforts were always in vain, as the first two or three days I would diligently write long, descriptive paragraphs about my deepest thoughts throughout the day, the few days following I would write two or three sentences, and the rest of the journal would be filled with blank pages, representative of my failure to finish something I had started.
But this time will be different. This time I will write to this blog frequently. I won't say I'll write in it every day, because even I can see through that blatant lie. I will say, however, that I will at least write one post a week, whether it be of the more humorous persuasion, or, as we say these days "srs bsns." I will not do it for the readers (not that I have any) but for me, to make a record of my strange and ever changing life.
So that someday, when I have 1983476 posts, I can look back at this new beginning and be proud, for I will actually have continued something that I had set out to do long ago.
But this time will be different. This time I will write to this blog frequently. I won't say I'll write in it every day, because even I can see through that blatant lie. I will say, however, that I will at least write one post a week, whether it be of the more humorous persuasion, or, as we say these days "srs bsns." I will not do it for the readers (not that I have any) but for me, to make a record of my strange and ever changing life.
So that someday, when I have 1983476 posts, I can look back at this new beginning and be proud, for I will actually have continued something that I had set out to do long ago.
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