Quirks – things I try not to admit out loud

It’s been WAY too long since I’ve posted.

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Occasionally I log onto Quora just to read all the posts about ballroom dancing. I miss dancing to an unreasonable degree, but similar to good BBQ, it’s such a rarity here in the San Diego area. Yes there are [barely decent] places to go dancing, but part of the wonder of dancing is the atmosphere, the friends, and yes, having someone you truly connect with, leading you in a counter-clockwise, foot-based conversation around the floor. I hate making small talk at bars and dance halls–I’d rather be dancing.

I’m convinced that one of the most awkward places at work is the women’s restroom. There are only so many girls who work on my floor, and we all like each other fine. That said, there is just something weird about being in the restroom stall doing your business when you may or may not have an idea of who is around. I don’t want to go into further detail. I just think it’s really awkward. I especially run away from the situation of me brushing my teeth while someone else is in a bathroom stall; I come back later.

Because Scripps is so small and there is no Main Mall, sometimes one of the most peaceful places to read and eat my lunch… is in my car, lol. If the weather is nice, I’ll roll down the windows and enjoy the quiet and the breeze.

I will prefer cookies with MnM candies in them over almost any other flavor.

Every time someone slams my car door[s], I cringe inside. To me, it’s the same as hearing nails on a chalkboard. People, be gentle! You can close a car door with very little momentum needed. Slamming = unnecssary, and it hurts Trajan’s feelings.

Two of my favorite “tools” to use in lab are my glass cutter and the blowtorch. I could’ve been a Charlie’s Angel in a past life.

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