All six weird things about me. . .

#6. I once ate a lizard's tale on a dare. It was during a scout trip. We were in the leader's car and the lizard had escaped from my friend. Its tail had fallen off as we tried to catch it. My friend, Nathan offered me five dollars to eat it. Five dollars was a lot to a 13 year old. Especially back in the 80's.
#5. I once sat in the BYU Bookstore for about 5 minutes flipping through the pages of autobiography to find out who the author was. When I realized what I was doing, I think I looked around to make sure no one noticed what I was doing.
#4. To this day, I still haven't eaten chicken from MacDonald's. I can't bring myself to do it. A couple of years back, there was a commercial where a guy laughed at his wife when she suggested they order chicken from MacDonald's. I still feel like that guy. I can't bring myself to do it. I do love their cheeseburgers and fries.
#3. When I was younger, my sister and I played Wonder Twins in our backyard for hours. Jill always changed into some type of animal, and I always changed into some form of water. Or was it the other way around?
#2. In 6th grade I won a lip-sync contest at the graduation dance. The song was Careless Whisper by Wham. I still have the song memorized and I still love it. Even though the lyrics are lame. And George Michael is lame, too.
#1. I was reading one of my journal entries the other day. It was an entry from when I was in junior high. I took the time to list out five or six of the guys from my ward, AND I rated them on a scale of 1-100 on how "lame" they were. I actually wrote, "[so and so] is like 90% lame now, and [such and such] is like 50% lame". Boy, was I 100% lame. I didn't plan it this way, but it occurs to me that my weirdest moments came during teenage years.

Goodness. Teenagers these days surely have a battle on their hands. I have complete admiration for the youth that withstand the onslaught of temptation and distraction each and every day.

Okay, I've completed my obligation for having been tagged. I have nobody to tag. I suppose I can tag myself 6 times, then I will have to write an exponential amount of weird things. . .but wait, there are no more weird things about myself. Really.