I was kindly nominated for this award by a few amazingly wonderful people. Thank you all sooo much once more! ❤ 🙂 Be sure to check out all their blogs!
- Mariana @Book Is Glee
- Fadwa @Word Wonders
- Morgan @Happily Ever Bookish
- Aria @Snow White Hates Apples
- Jessica @The Awkward Book Blogger
- Beth @Reading Every Night
As per usual, I’m really late with doing this post and I’m super sorry about that!! I’m actually trying to catch up to all the posts that I have to do.
(Which is a lot, but I’m trying at least.) So I’ll hopefully some day be on time with doing tags and awards – not a year late, like it is at the moment.
- Show the award on your blog
- Thank the person that has nominated you.
- Share 7 different facts about yourself.
Nominate 15 blogs of your choice. Link your nominees and let them know of your nomination.
1. I adore listening to classical music! I find it very relaxing and I have started to love it more and more over the years. My favourite composer is Mozart, just thought I should mention that as well. My best friend loves it as well
(even more than I do, she literary knows all the pieces of music by name as soon as they start playing) and we love playing it in the background when we spend time together doing whatever. I’m actually listening to some of his music while writing this post!
2. I have always loved books and stories. When I was growing up my parents used to read me stories and poems. Which I then proceeded to learnt by heart until I knew all the words. I used to pretend that I was reading the book, as I knew al the words and the pictures showed me which story it was. Once I did that I held the book upside down and said to my parents: “Now I’m reading!” and proceeded to read the story to them.
3. My mom also used to tell me stories each night before I went to sleep. All her stories were from her own imagination, not some fairy tales or anything like that. I still remember my favourite one, which actually consisted of many parts – because I demanded for her to tell me more. Those stories were about a family of witches. Which might explain my obsession with the supernatural, the more you know.
4. My first ever pets were two tiny turtles. (We always had animals around because we had a large garden, but they weren’t really my responsibility unlike these two.) They were both male and I named them Đole and Kole, I really have no idea why. I always took care, fed them and cleaned their place – I seriously adored those two little guys!
(Hahaha, I used imagined them like this, but that’s my obsession with Pokemon showing!)
5. I didn’t have any real friends until I got into high-school, so until I was around 14. I did have people that I talked to and spend time while I was in elementary school, but as soon as holidays started I wanted nothing to do with any of my classmates.
(I was in the same class for 8 years so I knew them all very well.) I didn’t hang out with any of them, if I didn’t have to. I was always friendly with them during school, but I didn’t want to spend my free time with them. (Aside from a few special occasions that I can count on one hand.)
6. I got bullied for my weight and how I looked in school. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t anything too bad – just some name calling and insulting. I was always quiet shy and didn’t stand up for myself then. I was always insecure about my appearance because of that
(I still am sometimes). It never stopped bothering me, but I stopped showing that it got to me when I was around 14 and got into high-school. And the bullying stopped. This is a case of fake it until you make it, as I honestly stopped caring what other people thought about me.
7. I hate large crowds and I get very nervous when I’m in one. I can handle them most of the time without panicking. But I absolutely despise it and get very anxious. I will do anything to leave them as soon as I can. I especially dislike close-body contact with people I don’t know, so crowded busses or trains are the worst for me. If it gets to crowded I will just have to get of it and wait for the next one to come. I really can’t handle it.