Lets just call them quirks.

Its been brought to my attention that I may have some flaws.... yes, little old me. More of a self examining of sorts but I wanted to try and write down tendencies, habits, addictions or oddities that I've noticed about myself. I feel that as long as I've written them down, even if nobody reads this thing, you cant say you weren't warned. Here we go:
Checking Twitter before I have both eyes open in the morning. My defense is that its the perfect way to ease into the day- its quiet, requires no brain power and the phone backlighting is just enough glow to alert my eyeballs that we've lived to see another day. @collyncody if you wanna check out that gold mine of thoughts.

Oprah. I believe everything that comes out of her mouth.

Individually packaged Mott's cinnamon appelsauce. A six pack of those will never not be on the grocery list. Childish? Maybe. Delicious? uh. yes.

Bed Time. I get sleeeeepy. Im not very good at staying up late and it seems no matter what I am doing, my eyes are always going to get heavy and Im always going to take a nose dive in the fun department. Sadly, I am the best version of myself when I get 9 hours of sleep. I know thats asking a lot...especially because when I wake up from this slumber I still require a warm up period of silence...or what my brother calls, "meditation mode". To avoid you thinking Im a diva I must tell you that my mom says even as a little girl that I would just cry crocodile tears when she woke me up from a nap. At least I realize Im no longer cute enough to pull that off...right?
Sleepy or Grumpy. You pick. Unless its in the morning and you get both.

Chipotle Bowls. Its serious. (whats funny is that when I was re-reading this I read chili bowls....and I am most certainly not addicted to the mushroom hair masterpiece a la 4th grade.) Anyway. I will always want to go here to eat. Always.
Freebirds vs. Chipotle argument: Chipotle feels fresher- naturally raised animals, organic and local produce (when practical). Call me a hippie but I like that. I also like their chicken better because there is more flavor. I also like their lettuce better. I do love Freebirds...dont get it twisted. I just feel like Star Jones pre bypass after I eat it. That was rude.

Mack Brown. I might believe him over Oprah given the ultimatum.

Chi Omega “staple tees”. I think I have every color ever. Even though I dont wear them (very much) I physically cannot throw them away. And listen here you little college sisters...DONT look at me like that when you see me in the grocery store or the gym in "your" shirt. I own you. (Cue crazy alum)

Dill pickles.

Texas Football- its embarrassing how much I care, how much I know and how much I spend. Its really not a topic of discussion for us unless you agree with me. Im not even sane enough to entertain different view points.

East Texas backroads. Wont turn the opportunity down. Not never. Oh. And for the record, you dont REALLY know me until you've shared the experience.

Taking too many pictures at special events. I know its annoying but theres this something... oh, its called an addiction to taking pictures at special events, that wont let me miss a Kodak moment.

Saying “umm.....” and not having a thought to follow it up with. I just get side tracked...or maybe I didnt really have anything to say at all. I just dont know the answer to this. I know that Caity Hinton has come close to putting me in the choke hold over it though.

My closet, no matter how messy (it gets scary in there, yall), will always be color coded. Down to the shoes. This may ease on over towards the OCD category.

I wash clothes, I dry them, I fold them, I CANNOT put them away. Especially if they require hanging. I hate it so much. The only chore worse is ironing. Do not come at me with an iron.

Cheez Its. Its my “pringle”- once I pop I cannot stop. Thats a lie. I can.... but I dont wanna.

Teasing. My hair. Up, down, side pony... I will always tease my hair and will always have a comb in my purse. After all, the bigger the hair, the closer to God right?

Procrastinating. It really must be an addiction because I cant function until I've waited too late to do something. I seriously cant think until we are in the red zone on time. Logistically, creatively, academically...I must have the pressure. Not a good look.

OOOoo. This one is bad. B-A-D. The phone. I am so bad at using it. There is this anxiety about answering it... for no reason. I know that I dont like to talk on the phone.. but I also know that pretty much everyone I love is only accessible to me on a regular basis through the phone. Also, as soon as I get on the phone, Im fine. I cannot pick it up. It always feels like a bad time. My brother uses his car/travel time for the phone. I reason with myself that car time is Collyn time. I love to sit and just listen to the music. Isnt that so selfish? Of course it doesnt help that when Im on the phone in Barb, it sounds like I'm sitting on the wing of an airplane (on the outside). Regardless, its horrible. I am better at texting...but still not great. Eeekk... Dont take it personally? I love you?

The phrase “oh snap.” Its kinda like the good girls version of the f bomb. Not really. You cant conveniently make it a verb, noun, adjective or adverb but what Im saying here is that it covers the bases of most emotions and I overuse it. You fell down? Oh snap.. You are craving a margarita? Oh snap, that sounds good. You are in a predicament that requires a decision? Oh snap... tough call. Your friend did something slutty? Ohhhh snapppp. For real?

My robe. Probably my greatest addiction/bad habit. I will shower, paint the face, maybe even do the hair ahead of everyone else... probably do eye make up and hair for a few others and then you will show up to leave and I will almost always still be in my robe. Sitting down. Looking at you like YOU are late. Its got to be infuritating.


Thats all I can think of. Im sure any of my friends or relatively close aquaintences could make this list 10 pages long. Thanks for the tolerance.