1. I count a lot. Whether it’s brushing my teeth, washing my hands, scrubbing my face, stirring Booboo’s food, turning up the volume of the TV, blowing my nose–I always count the number of times I do it. And it always has to be a perfect number, like in multiples of 2’s, 5’s or 10’s.
2. I can’t stand a messy wallet. Everything has to be fixed. The bills have to be in order, from the smallest value in front to the highest in the back. ATM and credit cards need to face one side (I prefer to the right), and all the pictures need to stay together in just one pocket of the wallet.
3. I prefer eating spaghetti with just cheese. The only reason I put the red sauce is to conform with society.
4. I become extremely productive during the summer. I always have these special projects, and what’s ironic is it doesn’t have anything to do with writing. There was one summer I spent painting and painting on this giant sketch book I had. There was another summer I played ultimate every single day. Then there was that summer I couldn’t stop baking. This summer, I enrolled in plyometrics, I’m playing ultimate, and I worked very hard on a special scrapbook.
5. There was one time when I was a little girl (I was a very boyish little girl), I had all these green military toys (like the ones in Toy Story!), and I would attach them to small plastic bags, literally climb the roof with a ladder, then throw them down to the garage. I’d watch in amazement as they floated safely back to the ground. That little stint of mine didn’t last very long though, especially when my grandfather caught me playing on the roof. After that, I could never find the ladder I used to climb the roof ever again.