10 Random Non-Bookish Facts About Me

I was tagged by the lovely Olivia-Savannah @ Olivia's Catastrophe.

What happens next is completely Olivia's fault ;) Just kidding, you know I love you.

Here are the rules my dears:

1. Nominate 5 bloggers

2. Let the bloggers know that you've nominated them.

3. Share 10 random facts about yourself.

4. Thank the blogger who nominated you.

 

Before I scar you all for life, let's get the nominations out of the way.

 

Check out the blogs of these nominees - they are all awesome and lovely ladies, with hearts of gold, a wicked sense of humour, and blogs that are worth checking out. :)

 

Dear Nominees: Feel free to completely ignore this - it's just for fun, and I honestly don't care if you decide not to do it.

 

I hate it when people feel pressured into doing tags etc. - do it if you want to, don't do it if you don't want to.

 

And obviously, if you've already done this or something similar then don't feel like you have to do it again.

 

 

My 5 nominated bloggers:

 

1. Emily @ The Paperback Princess
2. Emma-Jane @ The Book Crunch
3. Geraldine @ Corralling Books
4. Sierra @ The Nerdgirl Review
5. Tina @ Tina the Bookworm

 

 

Righty-o - now for the fun. The 10 things about me. You ready for this? ;)


1. I'm a vegetarian.

I don't eat meat, fish, or chicken (which is meat - but you'd be surprised how many people don't think so.)

I was raised vegetarian by my lovely parents, who aren't weirdos, and are only slightly hippy-ish. We live in a normal house, not a tent. We don't partake of illegal substances.

My parents have never forced their beliefs on me - this is no more indoctrination than raising someone as a non-vegetarian is.

It's not that I 'just don't like the taste,' I'm not just 'being awkward,' I don't just 'really hate vegetables,' and I don't know what I'd do if I was starving on a desert island: I'd appreciate it if people could stop hypothetically stranding me on islands - it's a bit weird.

(And that is just some of the cr*p I have to put up with when people hear the word 'vegetarian.')

2. I once threw up at a rock concert.

OK, so it was because of dehydration... but it counts!

It was a Fall Out Boy concert - I've seen them 3 times.

The medical people were uber-surprised that I hadn't drunk any alcohol, and hadn't taken any drugs. I think they were weirdly proud of me!

3. I have two cats.

I love cats. Cats are like furry awesomeness :)

I currently have two rescue cats - a male and a female, Jango and Xena.

I love them both so much - Jango's my baby boy (despite being the older one,) and Xena's my tiny little warrior princess (the name came with her, but it totally fits.)

My lovely Xena

They're also completely in love with each other - which is ridiculously adorable.

4. I love reality TV.

I know it's junk - but I don't care. Sometimes you need some junk in your life :)

And I love Judge Judy - I never start the day without her!

5. I look about 12.


Yep, that picture is me (sigh.) I wish I looked a little more my age.

OK, maybe more 14 than 12. Either way, I don't look 20-something (which is what I am.)

I get ID'd for lottery tickets (age 16+ in the UK,) and alcohol (age 18+,) as well as being asked regularly why I'm not in school (um... because I finished school years ago maybe?)

I don't think it helps that I'm short.

So, that's part of the reason I use the bird as my avatar - I hate people assuming I'm younger than I am. Also, the bird is awesome.


6. I have central heterochromia.

This means that the centre of my iris (around the pupil) is a different colour to the outside of my iris.

It's a genetic mutation which is inherited from my mother's family, and has no affects apart from the colour of my eyes. :)

7. I once kicked a nurse.

In my defence, I was about 6. And she was a b**ch.

8. I see cake as one of the major food groups.

Y'know, you got your carbohydrates, your proteins, all that other jazz... and cake! (Particularly chocolate cake. It's chocolate, it's cake. What more could you want?)

9. I can do a pretty good impression of a sheep.

This is what happens when you grow up living next to a field. It just does.

Also, no horrible racist/xenophobic comments about the Welsh and sheep please! :/

10. I love you for reading this!



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