I've been told many times that I'm a "quirky" person...I'll be the first to admit it too.  I'm sick of writing about all the sex I'm not getting, and about all the men who have been yucky to me, so I thought maybe you'd get a kick out of some of my quirks. 

Probably my biggest quirk (and the one that's the most well-known among my friends) is my obsession with toilet paper.  Now, most people have a preference about the "over or under" issue, but that's not my quirk (although I'm an "under" girl all the way).  I have some kind of irrational fear of not having enough paper products in the house. It's gotten better in the last few years.  When I was a student, my loan would come in around September 15, and I'd go to Costco and buy a BOX of toilet paper.  I think there was around 100 rolls in the box.  I lived in a bachelor pad, and I had absolutely nowhere to store it, but I was so worried that I'd run out of TP in January and not be able to wipe my ass.  Anyway, nowadays, I can actually get down to 6 rolls before the nervous twitches start to come on.  There is a roll of toilet paper in every room of my apartment (you know, in case I gotta blow my nose or something...kleenex, shmeenex!), and just in case you're wondering, I feel the same way about paper towel.

Some of my other quirks are not as serious as my love of paper products, they're more rituals and comfort zones than anything else, but some people might see them as quirks. For instance, I cannot fall asleep on the open end of a pillow case.  I can toss and turn all night into the open end and it doesn't bother me (even if I wake up), but I can't FALL ASLEEP that way.  Weird.  Also, I have a thing about the number 8.  It's my favourite number, although I have no idea why.  Anyway, I tend to make anything numerical in my life a multiple of 8.  Four is also good because it's half of 8.  Sixteen is good, 24, 32...you get the picture.  An example of my obsession with 8 is this: when I go to sleep at night, I always look at the digital clock, and before I close my eyes for the final time, I like the numbers to either add up to 8 (or some multiple of 8), or for the little lines that form the numbers to add up to some multiple of 8. Once that happens, I close my eyes and don't look at the clock again. 

By now you're probably thinking that I'm a wingnut...but I swear to you, I'm not.  These things don't rule my life, it's just the way I PREFER to have things.  If the numbers on my clock don't add up to a multiple of 8, and they won't for like, an hour, I won't stay awake for that hour or anything...I'll just figure out some way to make it work...some way to rationalize it in my own mind.  I have a friend who is a psychology student and I asked him what he thought of my little quirks.  He said that everybody has quirks, to some extent, but that I might have some OCD traits.  He said I don't actually have OCD, because if I did, I wouldn't be able to function if everything wasn't just the way I like it...and I can...but it's a little disconcerting to think that I even have the tendency to be that weird.

Okay, one more...and I don't think this is really a quirk, so much as a pet peeve.  I absolutely cannot stand it when someone can't spell.  Everybody has trouble with some words, and I'm okay with that, but when you can't spell simple, every day words, it really bugs me. People who don't know the difference between "there", "their" and "they're...or "your" and "you're"...or people who spell the word pique like this: "peak".  GRRRRRR, it's just like fingernails on a chalkboard to me.  When I'm chatting to people on MSN, they usually know enough about me to know that it irks me if they can't spell, and they're forever apologizing for their bad spelling...but sometimes it's just bad typing (which doesn't bug me).  So don't be afraid to MSN me now...I promise, I will not judge you if you can't type.  And if there are any spelling errors in my Blogs, PLEASE let me know...if there are, it was simply bad proof-reading on my part, as I am an excellent speller, and it would absolutely horrify me to think that I misspelled something by accident.

Have a great evening...hope y'all had a good laugh at my expense.  And remember, I can take it as well as I can dish it out (most of the time), so if you dish it out, be prepared to take it back.