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NSFDP – Aqua Phobia Post

NSFDP — Not So Focused Discussion Point
Aqua Phobia edition

This is basically what I do everyday: internal monologues that come out into the world and should really just be stuffed back into my brain and never let out again–youshouldplaypsychonauts. This new-ish segment that I–MissyAnya–have is just me being me and talking about weird crap. Some stuff will be girly and some stuff will be so dude-like you’d swear I was Ky-wait…Wi-…. ….there’s no dudes like that on The Shpitz…so, I’ll just be really dude-like. It’s not exactly on point all the time, but who cares: it’s a blog.

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Let’s talk about lists

I’ve just moved to a new house. Not really new…my sister lives here…she’s lived here for a while…according the market, it’s quite new though. Just two years old. It’s a new house in the market sense….and to me…but not to my sister…anyway! My family moved houses (except my sister…which just leaves my parents and me). Adjusting to a new house is not a new concept (new new new new new new new new new new new new new new) what is new is the amount of crap in the house that I have no clue about!

I’m pretty much full OCD without being diagnosed because it just comes off as natural. If you’ve seen The Big Bang Theory…I’m Sheldon. I have a morning routine and a nightly routine. I have a timer in my bathroom to time how long showers take, to time how long I brush my teeth (it should always be at least 2:30–let that be a lesson to the reader), how long I wash my face after the shower or before bed. I have a list of the things I need to complete before bed.

I have a compulsive need to make lists. Guess what has just started to come together in a totally random post? List making. I’m just now thinking of what I’m writing…it does not sound interesting at all…maybe I’ll just stop now.

Here’s one list:

1. Wake up and stretch out limbs for at least 8 minutes.
2. Get towel from linen closet and take a shower using a timer and timing the shower at under 8 minutes.
3. Once out of shower, brush through hair. 3 minutes.
4. Put in contacts. 1-2 minutes.
5. Brush teeth. 3 minutes.
6. Mouthwash. 1 minute.
7. Change into clothes that were laid out the night before. 4 minutes.
8. Have breakfast. max. 20 minutes.
9. Do whatever the hell is on the next list. N/A time.

What I’m getting to is: I’m compulsive. This house is new. I just wanted to post on The Shpitz. I need a life.

Check out Twitter. Bye.

2:45AM Intro

Blabbering about absolutely nothing seems incredibly easy until you get yourself into a situation with friends where you actually have to do it every time you find yourself bored and Twitter can’t help you. (A run-on.) In order to fix Twitter’s problem with its inability to keep me entertained (does not happen often) I got myself into this mess of being on this Blog where I must act completely insane. I’m not. Really. Just a chick with no life who uses Twitter more than any normal human being should.

For starters: Yes, I have read the Twilight series…do I like it? No. I do talk about it? Yes. Why? Because girls don’t want to talk about *anything* else. I prefer the movie The Lost Boys and the Interview with the Vampire series by Anne Rice.
Boondock Saints and Fight Club are some of my favorite movies along with Donnie Darko and a number of different horror movies, actually.

Boondock

The most amazing characters to exist on semi-big screen

I go by many different names: Missy, Mez, Mezzers, Mezzerkanebers, Elmo, Elliot, Eli, Mis, Anya, Joelita, Lita, Lina, Bina, Winnie, Mickey and so many more. (There are some who call me…Tim.)

I may be somewhat out of ordinary for some girls, but there are crazier ones out there. The only thing that sets me apart is a Mac. (Woohoo, Apple!)

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

I’ve ranted about myself long enough.

My first real post, where I shall be somewhat interesting, will be a review of the movie The Nightmare Before Christmas by Tim Burton. Simply amazing and needs to be reviewed respectfully.