Raise your hand if you are one of the people who fill out a myspace survey every single day.  If your hand is raised, I hate you, and will consider setting you on fire later today, if I'm not too busy.
The myspace survey seems to have become obsolete.  We've all been there and done that, so someone took it upon themselves to replace it with a blogger's game.  I've been tagged, and you know I can't resist!!  Here's the deal:

The first player of this game starts with the "6 weird thing/habits about yourself." People who get tagged need to write a blog of their 6 weird habit/things, as well as state these rules for the others to follow. At the end you need to choose the 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "tag... you're it" in their comments section and tell them to read your blog.

I hardly know where to begin!!

1.) I am addicted to chapstick, and have a tube on my person or in close proximity at all times.  At one point, I had some stashed in every room of my house, and even had chapstick on a rope in my shower.  Yeah, you read that right.  Chapstick on a rope.  If you don't think that's awesome, you and I are not friends.

2.)  My voice drops about 4 octaves when I wake up in the morning.  If we've spoken, you know that I already have a low voice for a girl, and you will be appropriately alarmed.  My best friend called me at 8am last month, and when I answered, she said, "uhh.....is Cassandra there?"  She thought I was a guy.  I am the defending "Barry-White-Morning-Voice" champion of University Square in Greensboro, NC, rivaled only by Miss Tiffany Shirley of Kinston.  Bring it on, Tif-fanny!!

3.)  I must sleep with a fan on, even if it's 40 below.  I think it's the noise that soothes me.  Whatever.

4.)  I talk back to my television.  Sometimes it's mimicking (if you have never seen a local commercial in North Carolina, you wouldn't understand the temptation), sometimes it's just an off-the-cuff response that I will inevitably find hilarious. 

I was pleasantly surprised, recently, to discover that I'm not the only one with this problem.  Good luck with that, K.

5.)  I hate feet.  Ugh.  I will not touch anyone's feet, and I don't want anyone touching mine.  I do not want to be touched BY feet, and I won't touch anyone with mine.  I will touch my own feet...and usually, baby feet, but that's it. Even the word "feet" makes me shiver.  Feet.  *Shiver*  A few years ago, my friend's husband thought it would be funny to pin me down on the couch, and wedge his foot in my shirt sleeve.  I still cry when I talk about it.

6.) When I was in the third grade, my mom decided that it would be a good idea to perm my hair (some of you are already cringing, and rightly so).  She had one side of my head set with rollers when my brother crashed into the mirror at the end of the hall, and sliced his arm nearly in two.  Needless to say, he was rushed to the E-room, and my hair was abandoned.  If only I'd known at the time that the solution wasn't in my hair yet, I would have just wet the hair, let it dry, and gone into school like a normal child.  I didn't know, so I went into school with the right half of my hair all crimpy, and the left side straight.  The oddest part is, it was the eighties, and no one seemed to think anything of it.  (?)

So.....

1.  Sunflower
2.  Bryan B.
3.  Tiffany
4.  Ambaux
5.  Martin
6.  Gavin......

TAG!!!!  You're it....