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Samantha Jo ([personal profile] ghostpuppet) wrote2024-12-28 03:13 pm
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1. What is the oldest object in the room with you?
The house itself?? Over 200 yrs old. 😲😲😲

2. What is the newest?
Bees' Toronto Blue Jays mug that she got for Xmas...

3. What is your favourite object in the room with you?
My roommate and bestie Julie. (Or Julz!) and my computer heh.

4. What is the most valuable object?
Between the two of us, Julz and my beds $6k. 

5. What is the ugliest object?
The amount of useless crap in it, like those cloth grocery bags, um, general detrius? 

Sammy



[personal profile] acelightning73 2024-12-29 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
I have seen some crafts where people mutilate used books to make home decor items. I would never do that to a book. When I was in college, it was hard for me to get used to underlining things in books to call attention to what I needed to study - I was taught "YOu don't EVER write in a book." And I didn't understand why the other kids in grade school thought reading was so arduous - if I see any words anywhere, I automatically read them. Well, they used a weird method of teaching reading when I was in the first grade - the school didn't know what to do with me, because I already knew how to read when I was in kindergarten. (I just sort of picked it up. At that time, TV commercials consisted of a person holding up a product and pointing to the label. "Buy D*U*Z detergent - it does all your washing!" So I learned that the letters spelled words. And then I just picked up a book and started to read. It was my main source of personal entertainment until I saw my first personal computer.

I love to read so much that when I go to the bathroom, I take a book with me. And I need to have some words in front of my eyes when I eat - I would read the label on the peanut butter jar on the table, just because it had print on it. I get carsick when I try to read in a moving vehicle, so I can't read while I'm riding in the car. On the long trip to/from Rochester, I had intended to bring a thing full of CDs to listen to in the car, but the CD carrier was one of the things that got left behind by accident. So I sang as many songs as I could remember the words to.