A while back I was nominated for some blog awards, so I thought it was about time I got around to doing them. In advance, I apologise for the surge of award posts that are to come. Clearly, there are awards bursting from the screen over here… (not really)
In February, Alex at Valourborn nominated me for this award, for which I thank her greatly. It’s funny how an imaginary, totally digital ‘award’ can bring so much glee into a person’s life, is it not? Smiles galore, beaming from a nominee’s face just like the sun this particular award denotes. Okay, maybe I didn’t smile quite that much, but I did smile. Courteously, graciously – all the ways a dignified lady should. Not saying I’m a dignified lady, either. I’m in a strange mood tonight, I might just move on…
Such are the rules of this prestigious award:
1) Use the logo above in the post.
2) Link to whoever nominated you.
3) Write ten pieces of information about yourself.
4) Nominate ten fellow bloggers “who positively and creatively inspire others in the blogsphere.”
5) Leave a comment on the nominees’ blogs to tell them of the award.
So, now I have to tell you ten things about myself. Marvellous. Let’s make this interesting:
1) I have a serious, serious hatred for cucumber. I can’t even eat something else it has touched because I insist that I can still taste the cucumber. I’m pretty sure that’s just in my head, but still. HATE. Genuinely makes me wretch. Friends of mine always observe my ridiculously dramatic reaction whenever I happen to see cucumber on a plate, or in a sandwich, and like to say, “How can you NOT like cucumber? It’s basically just water.” Water from a sewer, then.
If anyone out there has read my story, Times of Old, you may appreciate this: How the character Uron is regarding mushrooms is basically how I am with cucumber.
2) I am severely intolerant to alcohol. Of all the things, eh…
3) I am also mildly intolerant to cream and soft cheeses. This proves to be quite the issue when I eat cheesecake, which basically consists of nothing but cream and soft cheese, but I just love it so much I endure the inevitable misery eating it will cause me. This intolerance to soft cheese also means I can’t really eat pizza. Oh, such woe.
4) There is little I dislike more than cooking dinner. For others? Not a problem, don’t mind it at all. For myself? Well, it basically just never happens. I go without most of the time, because I loathe cooking dinner for me alone. I really don’t know why, but there we go. I usually just end up with the classic beans on toast, or if I’m feeling really adventurous, veg and potatoes. I probably have some desperately grave, deep-rooted psychological issue with food, but what can ya do?
5) I’m a vegetarian, and I have been since the age of 11. I remember the moment I turned quite vividly (that sounds quite traumatic, doesn’t it? I TURNED INTO A VEGETARIAN WEREWOLF). I was sat outside in the summer, eating a hot dog, I think it was, and I got half way through it before suddenly stopping, putting it back on the plate and thinking, ‘I’m eating a pig. I don’t want to eat a pig.’ And so, from then on, I have been a vegetarian. I just do not feel comfortable eating an animal, so I don’t. If you can’t accept the reality of what you’re eating (i.e. an animal that has been killed for your consumption), you shouldn’t be eating it, and nor should you be eating meat if you couldn’t kill the animal yourself. Perhaps that one is a bit steep, but still, that’s my opinion. (I’m sensing a bit of a food theme here. Perhaps I should move on from it)
6) I am strangely, yet deeply, fascinated by the Finnish language. Heaven knows why.
7) I am the creator of three languages, which were all created for my wonderfully deep and involved fantasy story 🙂 I don’t just make up languages for the fun of it, although, that said, I do find it fun. I’m just a massive geek for language and etymology, you see. I could tell you ‘I think the silver moonlight is beautiful’ in all three languages. Would you like to see?
Irmqcoy ocabickt vroijirm fa helchir (This is the Ilimoskus’ language, right there 😉 I am practically fluent in this one. Of all the pointless things to be able to do in life, being almost fluent in a made-up language has got to be right up there)
Ormorqa te eljhra otkodenhkt iozvyjidv fa (This language is hideous to pronounce)
Itsikora jolaxe tu lasala ka rasga-en (And this language has foul grammar rules. FOUL.)
8) Linking with the previous fact, I am so obsessed with the moon. I am in love with it. Do you think it’s possible to marry the moon…? Seriously though, the moon makes my heart swell from its beauty and burst from an overload of inspiration and emotion. My favourite poem I’ve ever written is about the moon. Darling Moon. I think you should give it a read, if only for the sole reason I’m actually speaking positively about something I’ve done – that’s a great rarity, I can tell you.
9) I have seven piercings, which people always seem to be mildly surprised about.
10) I am terrified of train tracks beyond all reckoning. I know that sounds utterly ridiculous, but I genuinely am. Not trains, you understand, but train tracks. They are parallel lines of metallic doom. At the train station, I stand as far back as physically possible from the edge of the platform, watching on in horror as foolish individuals recklessly step over the yellow line, toying with death. It means I’m always the last on the train, and always end up with a lousy seat, but… you know. And level crossings? Holy moly. I can’t. I just can’t. I straight out refuse to cross over them, and if I do, I always end up in tears. It’s hilarious really, you’ve got to laugh.
So! There are my ten little pieces of information about myself. Aren’t I just the most fascinating person you’ve ever encountered? Now, onto the nominations:
S (nice, short blog name, there)
Eagle-eyed folk out there will notice that is actually nine nominations, not ten, but oh well. I’m sure the WordPress Award Police won’t be on my tail. Also, I’m pretty sure most of those have already been nominated, but again, oh well. I’m not really upholding a very enthusiastic attitude here, am I? Apologies.
Just to let followers of my blog know, after the tidal wave of award posts (by which I mean three, including this one), I have decided to stop mindlessly rambling and boring people with posts about my life, and instead focus on far more creative ones. So, in the near future, expect to see more poems, creative writing, and Ilimoskus related posts.