Number 8….Number 8….

So I could pretend that I hate questionnaires and chain letters that prompt me to spew information about myself, but I would be lying.  I love to leak these insignificant pieces of Adrian trivia that even my friends most likely are unaware of.  A certain acquaintance has tagged me to do this and will be punished in due course.  In the meantime, check out his blog. 

 rules of engagement I don’t really know the rules, I’m just going to follow someone else’s lead:

• The rules must be posted before I start.
• I have to give you 8 random facts or habits about myself.
• Afterward, I must tag 8 others to do the same.
• I must also leave them a message telling them they have been tagged.

  Okay, let’s get this over with. 

 1.  The Movie

 When I was less than a week old, I was in a movie as Australia’s first successful IVF baby.  The movie was broken into two painful TV instalments, and received scathing reviews from almost anyone with the ability to speak.  Luckily, being all of 72 hours old, I escaped the ridicule.  There is a book, a video and a poster, and I am on all of them, pictured inside a giant test tube.  On investigation one day I found the film listed on Fox’s ‘Movie Extra’ channel.  The only good thing to come from this movie was that my ‘biological mother’ is the current wife of Hugh Jackman, who plays Wolverine in the X-Men for those of you who don’t know him (where have you been?).  Maybe one day I can use it as leverage to meet him and scam some X-Men paraphernalia from him, but other than that, it’s just for bragging rights….until someone actually sees the awful, awful movie. 

  

2.  Weird Sex Noises

 Okay, this is embarrassing. One time we had a party at a friend’s place, and we were all sleeping in her room after a big night of drinking.  She had a strange bed that you could actually sleep on and under, kind of like bunk beds but with such little room between the levels that the entire bed sat no higher than a normal bed.  In the middle of the night, I heard moaning.  It sounded like there was a bit of lust behind it, so I giggled and tried to see who was getting it on (pervert, I know).  It was the friend who hosted the party, and it seemed she was under her bed making loud sex noises.  The next morning I gave her a good ribbing about her noises and how good her dreams must be.  Everyone cracked up and told me the noises were coming from me, and that on all other occasions we’d slept together, I had made those same noises.Oh well.  At least I don’t snore.  

 

  3.  The Wedding

It annoys me when people say they have no regrets, because that’s bullshit.  If you’ve ever made someone cry, then chances are you regret having done that.  Maybe you don’t care enough to let it bother you after time, but that doesn’t mean you don’t regret it.  There are a lot of things I regret, but I don’t have the energy or inclination to carry them with me for the rest of my life.  

Except maybe one.

I’d been friends with this girl for a year, and because we were studying together 9 hours a day 5 days a week, we were pretty close.  She was a few years older, with a fiancé and a daughter.  We studied together at each other’s place, and even had some drunken occasions together.  When she invited me to her wedding, she’d asked me to sing, too.  I declined the singing, but told her I would definitely go to her wedding.  Her family had gone to a lot of trouble, and even the wedding invitations were amazing, but of course I lost mine.  The next weekend, I sent her a text message asking her when the wedding was again, because I lost my invitation.  There was an almost immediate reply, and even though it was only words, they were laced with malice:“Last night.”I was too ashamed to phone her, and I guess too much of a chicken.  I never spoke to her again, and I know my silence added insult to injury.That’s what I regret. 

 

4.  Isobel Stevens

If anyone watches Grey’s Anatomy (oh shut up, like you’re perfect), you’ll know the character Izzy Stevens, and how when her life falls apart she turns to cooking.  Well, I’m ashamed to say that during periods of great stress – such as exam block – I turn into a 1950’s housewife, complete with all the cooking and cleaning you could even want.  For those few weeks at least, my house is filled with muffins and cookies and very clean toilets.  

 

5.  Sick

I have only ever been sick twice.  Once with EBV (Epstein-Barr virus, aka Mono), and the other time with the Flu.  I don’t count colds, or cold sores, because they don’t slow me down.  The flu nearly killed me; EBV was just a pain in the ass (literally, I had a penicillin injection in my butt which was useless because I had a virus, not bacterial infection). 

 

6.  My Racing Heart

I can consciously control my heart rate by releasing adrenaline on command.  It feels awesome, but it makes me tired quickly and my legs feel wobbly afterward. It causes my heart rate to increase significantly.  I’m aware of how idiotic this makes me seem. 

 

7.  Petrol

I love the smell of petrol. 

 

8.  Death Wish

I have noticed that I am calm in situations were the probability of death is higher.  For example, I came close to having a panic attack when flying during beautiful clear weather, but felt calm and collected when the plane I was in during a storm hit dead air and free-fell for several hundred feet.  When I was in a car accident, I laughed immediately.  I was afraid when a Giant Grouper (fish) swam up to me, but was delighted when two large sharks started to circle our little group of divers. I am afraid of birds, and own a pet snake.I am aware that I’m a strange person.

Okay, so that’s it from me.  I hope you’re not frightened of me now.  And I’m not sending this to 8 people, so bite me for my disobedience.

 

And the award goes to….:

Ash Cobbs of Med Downunder

DoctorScientist of Med School and Grad School, Am I Crazy?

Allison Hyde of SpinDyeKnit

and

The Girl of The Girl With The Blue Steth

 

I pass the torch to you.