Talk About Yourself (aka Narcissism 101)

Wait.. haggis is supposed to be gross? I think it's okay on crackers, especially with a light sprinkling of shredded cheese.

Then again, I like mushrooms too and those aren't too popular.

[color=#006FFF]I tend to have some rather fortunate luck.

i do love my skill as a gunpla builder.

I hate growing my nails out, but I like having pretty nails. CONTRADICTIONS. =/

Important matters tend to slip my mind, unless I'm constantly reminded of it.

[color=#006FFF]I'm a klutz.

I bump my head on doors, poles, wall corners, shelves, etc. often.
I've fallen down the stairs at my house too many times to count.
I slip very easily.
If someone pushes me, even if I'm braced for it or not, I will move quite a distance, and reach out for anything to grab onto.
If I get up after lying down for a while (including getting out of bed in every morning), I temporarily go "blind", lose most of my balance in my legs; If you see me standing still with my eyes wide open and arms out, that is why.
I had a seizure when I was 2. (Apparently I have been in a hospital before.)
I stub my toes a lot.
I tend to drop the things you wouldn't think I'd have a problem holding onto, and yet I manage to carry several dishes, and my laptop, up a stairway on a daily basis without dropping a thing.
When I go to drink something from a cup, it (somehow) spills on me about 40% of the time.
I got a plate full of syrup in my hair once because I didn't look behind me when I went to lie back. This was on my 14th birthday.
I fell off my bike several times, before and after I finally learned how to ride it.
I'm hopeless without my glasses. (Me - glasses = Clumsiness x10)
I bite my cheek and tongue often. Mostly the latter.
I hurt myself a lot without even knowing it.

All of this, and I have never broken a single bone in my body.

Male version of Velma Dinkley :O

Ot: I'm too childish at times.

I leave a trail of broken hearts wherever I go...

lolnotreally

My bangs like to go to the right hand side, curl, then proceed to poke me in the eye.

I'm a failure at life.
All my friends no longer talk to me.
I've only managed to get a part-time job when I need a full one.

Not true..

OT: Think I'll make the announcement tonight.

Not what my mum told me tonight.

-.-

My friends have nicknamed me The One Hitta Quita, because of my body's build, they like to joke around that a single punch from me would knock a person out, which I think is funny since I like to avoid violence unless necessary.

I am extremely hyperactive and childish.

Implying you care what your mom says.

I feel I have to though.

Your job, your life. Why let her butt in?

Because she's my mum and what she says about my life is normally true.

I might be a smiling happy go lucky bastard on the outside, but inside I might be broken pretty badly