1. I’m not on Facebook. Or Google+. Or Foursquare. Or any other social networking site (except Twitter, which isn’t the same). I really don’t want ex-girlfriends looking me up (just kidding) and blogging demands enough time and energy as it is. Besides, I’m a homeschooler, and aren’t homeschooled kids supposed to be socially inept or something?
2. I reenact the Fur Trade Era (my Dad and brothers do, too). Think Davy Crockett or Jedediah Smith. Mountain men. We wear hand-sewn buckskins, shoot black powder, sleep in canvas tents, and attend rendezvous. We also throw edged weapons – quite well, I might add. So don’t mess with me. I sling knives as well as ink.
3. I appreciate sarcasm and satire, when used appropriately. That’s why I read blogs like Calvinistic Cartoons and The Sacred Sandwich. That’s why I enjoy writers like Mark Steyn and Ambrose Bierce. That’s why I take shots at Twilight and bonehead legislation. Sometimes sharp humor can make a point better than anything else.
4. I’ve never read a book by Stephen King. The horror genre just doesn’t appeal to me, and that’s what King is best known for. From Carrie to The Shining, he’s got some macabre stuff in his repertoire. Heck, even his profile pic is creepy. On the other hand, a good friend has recommended several of King’s books to me. And because I greatly value this friend’s opinion, I may check them out. Maybe.
5. I know the meaning of life, the universe, and everything. It’s 42. No, really…
6. Math is my least favorite subject. No offense to my mathematically-inclined friends, but I feel an overwhelming sense of relief when I finish my weekly math assignments. Yes, yes, I realize how important it is; I’ll even acknowledge that there is a certain beauty to mathematics. But that doesn’t alter my dislike of it. Bring me a book to read, a subject to write about. Just leave your binomial theorem and synthetic division at home.
7. I once ate worms on a dare. Mealworms, to be exact. I was eight at the time and not too bright. I can understand eating grubs in a wilderness survival situation – desperate times call for desperate measures. But my times weren’t desperate, so looking back, I question the necessity of my “desperate” measures.
8. I used to collect swords. Or at least, professionally-made replicas of swords. Edged weapons of that have sort always interested me a great deal. I still have the collection, hanging up on my bedroom wall, but I haven’t added to it in years. At present, I’m more interested in “collecting” guns. Real ones, that is.
9. I’m a sucker for cheesecake. ‘Nuff said.
10. I once swore that I would never read anything by Jane Austen. Anything at all, you understand. I can’t remember exactly why, but it probably had something to do with not wanting to read “girly books”. Last school-year, I was compelled to pick up Pride and Prejudice. Girly book? Hardly. It’s classic literature at its very best.
11. I can be absent-minded sometimes. Like the time when my Mom asked me for the phone and I brought her scissors instead. *facepalm* Thankfully, that sort of thing doesn’t happen anywhere near as often now; but if anybody wants to pick on me about it, I appeal to G.K. Chesterton for my defense: “I am not absentminded. It is the presence of mind that makes me unaware of everything else.”