You Know You’re Addicted to X When Y
By popular request. But why limit it to Muse?
Date: August 13, 2005
Categories: Random craziness
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By popular request. But why limit it to Muse?
Date: August 13, 2005
Categories: Random craziness
You know your a Muse when…
Your color coded Diary reads
Red=Terrorist Attack
Orange=Important Death
Yellow=Marriage
Green=New President
Blue=Major Event
Purple=Muse Comes Out
On the front page.
You know you’re a programming addict when…
You begin to speak in binary.
Your keychain is made of a CPU. (This one’s true, my friend Travis made one.)
You can effectively explain a problem without anyone understanding it or the solution.
Your skin is paler than the average wedding dress.
010000010110001001101111011101010111010000100000011100
110111000001100101011000010110101101101001011011100110
011100100000011010010110111000100000011000100110100101
101110011000010111001001111001001011100010111000101110
go here to understand what I wrote.
You know you’re addicted to Muse when…
You dream Kokopelli saves you.
You start a religion based on Muse.
Your friends refer to you as “the Muse nut.”
Your friends walk away when you mention Muse.
You discover the reason your friends walk away when you mention Muse is that they’ve quit being your friends.
AND THE NUMBER ONE?
You’re too busy reading to notice any of the said signs.
You Know You’re Addicted to Coffee When…
You can jump start your car without cables.
You answer the door before people knock.
You get a speeding ticket even when you are parked.
You’ve worn out your third pair of shoes this week.
Your eyes stay open even when you sneeze.
You grind coffee beans in your mouth.
You can type sixty words per minute — with your feet.
You soak your dentures in coffee overnight.
You sleep with your eyes open.
You have a picture of your coffee mug on your coffee mug.
Instant coffee takes too long to make.
You channel surf faster without the remote.
You don’t sweat… you percolate.
You’ve built a miniature city out of little plastic stirrers.
You short out motion detectors.
You walk twenty miles on your treadmill before you realize it’s not plugged in.
The only time you are standing still is during an earthquake!
You’ve worn the finish off your coffee table.
All your kids are named Joe.
Juan Valdez named his donkey after you.
People get dizzy just watching you.
Starbucks owns the mortgage on your house.
The nurse needs a scientific calculator to take your pulse.
The Taster’s Choice couple wants to adopt you.
When someone asks ‘How are you?’ you say, ‘Good to the last drop’.
You buy milk by the barrel.
You can outlast the Energizer bunny.
You can take a picture of yourself from ten feet away without using the timer.
You can’t even remember your second cup.
You chew on other people’s fingernails.
You don’t even wait for the water to boil anymore.
You don’t get mad, you get steamed.
You don’t need a hammer to pound in nails.
You don’t tan, you roast.
You forget to unwrap candy bars before eating them.
You go to AA meetings just for the free coffee.
You go to sleep just so you can wake up and smell the coffee.
You have to watch videos in fast-forward.
You haven’t blinked since the last lunar eclipse.
You help your dog chase its tail.
You introduce your spouse as your coffee mate.
You just completed another sweater and you don’t know how to knit.
You lick your coffeepot clean.
You name your cats Cream and Sugar.
You ski uphill.
You speak perfect Arabic without ever taking a lesson.
You speed-walk in your sleep.
You spend every vacation visiting Maxwell House.
You think being called a drip is a compliment.
You think CPR stands for Coffee Provides Resuscitation.
You’d be willing to spend time in a Turkish prison.
Your first-aid kit contains two pints of coffee with an I.V. hookup.
Your coffee mug is insured by Lloyds of London.
Your lips are permanently stuck in the sipping position.
Your nervous twitch registers on the Richter scale.
Your only source of nutrition comes from Sweet & Low.
Your taste buds are so numb; you could drink your lava lamp.
Your Thermos is on wheels.
You’re so wired, you pick up AM radio.
You’ve built a miniature city out of little plastic stirrers.
You’ve worn out the handle on your favourite mug.
You take your morning coffee with you in the shower.
Your heart beats noticeably faster as a reaction to the smell of coffee.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are addicted to coffee.
You Know You’re Addicted to Anime When…
You call your dog Shinji.
You perform a canon ball dive into a pool while yelling “Spirit Bomb!”
Your house has an anime room.
You and your friends flash peace signs and take girlish poses when you are happy.
You get an anime tattoo. even though you’re scared of needles.
Your walls are covered in wallscrolls and posters from your favorite series.
If you use the term ‘Kawaii’ for describing everything.
You try to convince your girlfriend that ‘cat ears’ and ‘tail’ really looks good on them.
You can sing songs from your favorite shows, in Japanese, even though you dont speek Japanese…
You spent hours looking through your library for a copy of “The Universe of Four Gods”
You have legally changed your name to that of your favorite charcter.
You wear a necklace and fall down everytime someone says sit boy.
You insist on having an entrance that includes spotlights, music, and raining cherry blossoms (while you hold a rose if you’re a guy).
Your only dream is to attend Tokyo U with a girl you haven’t seen in 15 years.
You play an instrument and you nick name it Inuyasha
For valinetines day you buy a stuffed dog and make up your on japanese name for it
If you get mad at you teacher and draw a picture of her as a anime demon cat
You wtch Iron Chef constanly to pick up great recipes ( haven’t done it but plan to )
You’ve bought a twenty dollar ring in the shaped of a dragon to show off at school.
You always have your hair covering your left eye and always fliping it so you look like a anime character.
You think that falling flat on your back with your legs in the air is a normal reaction to big news.
You are worried because you don’t have several desirable members of the opposite sex frantically trying to make you fall in love with them.
You shave a cresent moon onto your cats head, dye the cat purple, then take it to school and insist it’s Luna, your talking cat.
You go around town trying to eat donuts and act all crazy-like, all the while saying you’re Vash the Stampede.
To resolve a conflict, you insist in a duel.
The employees at Gamestop know you, and tell you when you walk in if they’ve gotten a new shipment of anime DVDs.
You’ve gotten angry at someone and placed two fingers on your forehead shouted the word “Makanekasopo!” (specail beam cannon or light of death) and then poked them in the eye.
You waste countless amounts of hair gel to get that “Goku look”
You map out points in Tokyo where the Dragons of Earth might attack
You believe it is possible for a person to be severly beaten in the head with a large hammer, stick, etc…and still come out alive.
You have a moment of confusion whenever you go to school because there are no girls in those tiny little skirts that come with their school uniform
You yell out ‘Baka hanyou Inu-Yasha!’ at your birthday party and everyone (except your parents) knows you’re talking to your boyfriend.
You tell your parents you need to stay out past curfew to save the colonies.
Each time you see a stray animal, you turn your hat sideways and throw one of those plastic Pokeballs Burger King was giving out in their kids’ meals yelling, “POKEBALL, GO!”
You add “no da” to the end of all statements you make
The majority of your CDs are Japanese or the English version of a Japanese soundtrack or the English soundtrack of an anime that just decided that it would use English in its songs.
You misplace your manga and someone at school you don’t even know gives it to you saying they knew it was yours.
You incorporate Japanese, somehow, into every class.
You can sing songs from your favorite shows, in Japanese, even though you dont speek Japanese…
You use random Japanese words such as baka, kawaii, and hentai.
You try to read every book from right to left
You take a break from watching anime to go to your computer (nicknamed Lord Conti) to download anime (for previewing purposes only! ), while visiting your favorite anime forum, while listening to Japanese webradio…
You call your parents Oka-san and Otou-san
You say ITADAKIMASU!! before you eat your meals
You think that locket your boyfriend gave you will turn you into a magical girl
You’ll risk grounding to get a good new fanfic.
You constantly say “w00p” after almost every sentance.
You insist on chopsticks for everyday use.
Your bookshelf is filled with anime boxed sets and no books
You stop listening to the radio because english makes no sense to you anymore and it’s your first spoken language
You call yourself “otaku.”
All of your family portraits have been altered to the proper super large eye size.
Random battles seem to erupt wherever you go.
You take the time to write messages on your cigarettes, only to burn them right away.
Your dreams are animated.
You naru punch all the guys at school, and then wonder why they don’t follow you around like keitaro follows naru.
You hold your eyes really wide all day trying to make them stay big
Duct tape is really funny to you and most of your threats involve taping people to walls.
When you’re washing dishes you yell out “SUPAH WAVE SMASHUH!” or any water attack.
You run out of space on your computer because the hard drive is taken up by hundreds of anime pics, mp3s, midis, and music videos.
You spend all night trying to figure out how many people you can get to go in with you on buying the complete collection of Sailor Moon episodes in Japanese.
You spend your whole spring break working on an anime webpage.
You expect to see a teardrop over someone’s head when they get embarressed.
You start to speak with an odd accent.
You can watch two animes in the same room at the same time and still have the TV off.
You know your favorite character’s bloodtype.
Knowing Sailor Moon helps you on an Astronomy test.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are addicted to anime.
You Know You’re Addicted to LotR When…
You start quoting from the movie as part of regular conversation.
You like to tell your mom that you are hungry by quoting: “Merry, I’m hungry.”
She used to just laugh, but now she says, “What would you like to eat, Pippin?”
You continually ask your parents for second breakfast.
All the staff at your local cinema knows you by your first name and even before you open your mouth to speak, they say “Ticket for ‘Fellowship of The Ring?'”
You hate Burger King food, butyou ate nothing else for a month to get the toys.
You’ve crammed up your computer’s memory by downloading every single screensaver from http://www.LordoftheRings.net
You wander around the house in a knee length nightie, pyjama trousers and an unfastened dressing gown (to give you a train). You are trying to be an elf, and actually manage to forget that the nightie is blue with dolphins, the trousers have teddies on and the dressing gown is tartan.
Your Lord of the Rings shirt has not yet met the washing machine.
You don’t have enough money to buy groceries for the next week before payday, yet you charge �50 on your credit card to get a three year charter membership in the official LOTR fan club. Who needs food anyway?
You refer to parts of your town as parts of Middle-Earth.
You wear hobbitish clothing as part of your normal wardrobe.
You sometimes let your hair go curly after a wash, and then run around the house in bare feet yelling “I’m a hobbit!”
You hate it when Elves are only thought of as ‘Santa’s little helpers’ and have tried to explain the difference between Santa-elves and Syrian Elves to your 5-year old cousins.
You speak in Quenya just to annoy your friends.
You refer to regular elephants as oliphaunts.
While buttering a piece of bread, you suddenly think of Bilbo (remember when he was talking to Gandalf about feeling tired) saying that he felt ‘like butter spread over too much bread.’
You renamed your car the Wraith-mobile.
You have a replica of The One Ring.
You are beginning to resemble a panda due to the fact that you’ve stayed up until 2 am reading and re-reading the great books.
You actually managed to read the Silmarillion without being tempted to give up on this whole middle earth malarkey.
You now have a lifetime fear of black horses!
You haven’t removed the soundtrack from your CD player since you bought it.
You have sssudenly developed a hisssing lisssp every time you sssay the letter ssss.
You have looked both on the net and in the phone book to see if archery and sword fighting lessions are offered in your area.
You have begun calling your husband / wife / girlfriend/ boyfriend / animal or kid my precioussss.
You happily traveled over an hour to the next town to see “it” because that theater has a better sound system than the one 5 minutes down the road.
You have called every theatrical or specialty makeup company in town looking for pointy ear or hairy feet prosthetics.
You’ve worn your plastic “one ring” that came on your Legolas bookmark so much the gold is completely worn off.
You’ve begun drafting a letter to the Webster’s dictionary people requesting that they include “Ringers” in their next edition.
At Christmas time relatives find you chatting with the tree and sharing eggnog draughts
Single ads with the description,” short plump and big hairy feet” seem much more appealing.
You know The LoTR history better then your family history.
You have a mouse named Frodo, a bird named Gollum, and a dog named Gandalf. And that cat that keeps coming around to be petted is Legolas.
You know Elvish better then English.
Whenever something goes wrong, it’s Sauron’s fault.
When you sing in the shower, it’s always about Gil-Galad or hobbit walking songs…
You know everything about Middle Earth geography, but you can’t get someone from your house to the ice cream parlor. Now the nearest movie theater, that is a different story.
You think the names of the 7 dwarves from Snow White are: Gimli, Gloin, Thorin, Gili, Nili, Ori, and Bambour.
You have developed your own special Tolkien handwriting. “A firm, flowing script…”
Words like “Yrch” make sense to you.
You’ve become strangely obsessed with mushrooms.
Whenever you close a door, you say “They have a cave troll!”
When you come to a dead end you’re still convinced that the road goes ever on and on.
There’s a sign on your door saying “Speak Friend and enter!”
Whenever you get a chance, you burst into song. Preferably one that has more than 20 verses.
You change your name by deed poll to a Tolkien character and seriously consider naming your children after LOTR characters.
Every time you see birds in the sky you have the urge to say “Fly you fools!”
When someone knocks on your door you grab them, pull them inside and ask “Are you frightend?… Not nearly frightend enough!”
Your computer’s screensaver is a marquee reading, “Ennyn Durin atan Moria: pedo mellon a mino” and the password is actually “mellon”.
You cannot see a beer without blurting out “It comes in pints? I’m getting one!”
You just can’t keep yourself from saying “nobody tosses a Dwarf” at inappropriate moments.
A shadow and a threat is growing in your mind.
You now referring to your friends as your ‘Fellowship’ and insist that you have epic adventures.
You stand in the doorway and tell your cat that he ‘Can not pass’.
You wash your face in the sink and expect to see things that are, that have been or that will be.
Your wedding band has started to weigh you down with it’s evil powers.
Spending $35 at the grocery store seems expensive but its Perfectly fine to spend $70 on the Hardcover LOTR book with Alan Lee Illustrations.
You start keeping a LOTR Journal to write poems and inklings in.
You face every difficult decision with the thought “now what would Gandalf advise me to do?”
You know what Entmoot, Ent draught, or an Ent is for that matter
You’ve gained 20 pounds because you’ve started eating a “Second Breakfast”
A walking stick… you never leave home with out it.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are addicted to Lord of the Rings.
U know your addicted 2 manga when……….
You constantly ask questions like ” If people had cat ears, would they be the color of their hair?”
You actually want a school uniform.
You spend hours on ebay looking for authentic kunai.
You refer to all little kid’s as chibies, babies as Aka, and children as kodomo.
You yell ‘Daisuki!’ with your fist in the air when you like something.
At the slitest bump in the night you run screaming to your parent’s room, claiming it’s the people in your stories out to get you because of what you do to them.
You think boys with braids are hot.
You constantly call your brother ‘aho’ behind his back
And…….you write crazy emails to the museblog with your friend who is addicted to manga.
ChinTsu X_x and pipS O_o
There are some mistakes in the LotR one…
You know your addicted to LOTR when you burst into tears whenever someone says a word that starts with B.
*closes door* They have a cave troll!
Sigh…my favorite characters always die… Boromir was the best! Except for Faramir. Though I was mad at how they cut the Houses of Healing scenes down to three seconds.
Addicted to manga:
You add sound effects to your life…in Japanese!
Whenever you’re in a new place, you babble about how you were sucked into a different dimension and are the only one who can save the planet.
You know who Osamu Tezuka-sama is…
You draw blush lines on your face with a pen.
You threaten others with shinobi attacks (Chidori!)
When you clap at a show, you make a giant boom sound and start talking about alchemy without a circle.
You still secretly love Pokemon….
Feh.
yeah, that LotR one was mostly copying & pasting from other lists i’ve made &/or read, so it would probably have quite a few mistakes a si never proofread stuff, i was looking back through it & realised how messed up some of it was *grimaces*
what do u mean?, boys w/ braids R HOT! {jk}
u kno ur addicted to LotR fanfic when……:
any reference to strawberry bublle-bath makes u laugh for hours
{come on, i’m not the only one here who’s read the Very Secret Diaries, am i ?}
@_@ Did someone say fanfiction? :looks about:
Most of it is great, but others…:shudders and edges away:
VERY SECRET DIARIES ROCK!
Ah, my sixth grade memories….
You know your addicted to The Very Secret Diaries When…
You mutter “still the prettiest” to yourself every night before you go to bed.
Whenever your Mom makes you clean your room, you say, “how I destest thsi life of vile servitude!”
The Very Secret Diaries are SO COOL! Especially Ring Wraith No. 5’s.
You know you’re addicted to Very Secret Diaries when the mere mention of Gondor, let alone anything in particular having to do with it, sends you into wicked hysterics.
*wicked hysterics*
What, pray, are the Very Secret Diaries? I must learn of this new thing and use its knowledge to exploit those around me. Hasten with explanations!
Have seen VSD’s. V. disappointed. Why does everyone have to be homosexual? Boo Cassandra.
Very secret diaries…I’m nuetral. Don’t ask KitKat why.
Why?
*growl*
You know you’re addicted to language/languages when
you spend three hours on the internet looking for grammar sites
you take an hour off each day to learn latin
you say ‘with whom do you come’ instead of ‘who did you come with’
your favorite book is dedicated to dead language pronunciation
I should know, to, cause I am
Very secret diaries are cool, but i definitely recommend the family-friendly version (yes there is one! somewhere…try googling it) homosexuality isn’t what bugs me. slash bugs me. the lotr characters are not gay because that is not how tolkein wrote them! you do not have to add slash fanfics to every book written! there is no point!!!
omg reading that lotr one was sad. I happen to have five of those rings off the bookmarks (legolas, faramir, aragorn, gandalf, and the One Ring ones) and one from the lotr trivial pursuit game which i also happen to have and which nobody ever plays with me any more (wonder why…). and my door says speak friend, and enter in dwarvish runes!!! which i did not have to look up! the sad geekiness of my life totally rocks but it’s also rather depressing and i have hw to do.
you know you’re addicted to sleep deprivation when…
you sign up for theater with holsclaw
you comment randomly on the museblog instead of doing your homework
upon doing your homework, you stay up reading all night
you procrastinate
when your parents bug you about it you explain to them in great detail how it is scientifically proven easier to get up if you’re already up.
you make little lists of addiction on the museblog even after your mom has threatened three times now to take it away if you don’t get started on your homework.
You know you’re addicted to reading when:
You walk around reading a book whenever possible and never trip. Even on stairs.
You spend more daily time reading than sleeping.
You don’t want the latest tech accessory for your birthday. You want more books.
You have exhausted the book supply in your house and in several local libraries.
You scream whenever you see someone reading a book with the cover folded back around it.
You keep your Muse magazines in a special drawer in your desk. A locked drawer.
You have no idea what just happened on Lost or One Tree Hill, but you can give a detailed summary of four out of five books anyone can name.
Sadly, I fit most of these categories.
Lol you’re not alone – I probably fit most of those too.
You don’t want the latest tech accessory for your birthday. You want more books -Thats me!
28- indeed!
HTML and web design-ish when you spend all day making and coding a layout.
-more tears of joy- IT FINALLY WORKS!
:3
actually, my teacher named her kids merry and pippin. i think they were girls, too. i don’t remember.
I have another LOTR one:
You know you’re addicted to Lord of the Rings when everytime there is a task to be done, you offer to do it by saying “I will (do the dishes/walk the dog/clean the kitchen) though I do not know the way.
The person who did the “You know your addicted to anime when” copy that from anotther website and that website is [URL deleted because of MuseBlog’s policy of limiting links to outside Web-sites — Rosanne]
Dun dun duuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnn!!!
If you dont believe me got to that site and the truth shall be reavealed!!