I often ask myself a question and answer it whenever I want to sleep.
Something personal like picturing a photo I made and wondering in what year I made it. Something stupid like that.

I want to have a comforter here, too. A sheet won't work.
I don't mind having a foot sticking out when it's warm though :)

I check my alarm clock countless times before I got to see to see if it is set right. Even when I am 100% sure that it's set. I have a fear of my alarm clock not going off at the correct time. I even have my mp3 player hooked up to where it goes off at that time (just in case I lose power and the clock gets reset). I also have many other compulsive things like not touching tile cracks and organizing things in 5's. There are more things (mostly horrible) that I have, but I'd rather not get into that. O.C.D. is a pain in the ass.

Same, it freaks me out! Helmets are hard for me too.

i always have to eat m&m's in groups of five.

I hate showering in other peoples' bathrooms. I have my own routine and if it means not showering for a the night I won't. Most people I hang out with either don't have conditioner, don't have a clean enough tub, etc. It's weird, and it creeps me out.

if i'm eating m&ms I have to empty the whole package and separate all the colors then eat them by color group

Heh, I was just thinking today about how weird my quirks may or may not be. Maybe some of you can relate. Maybe not?

- I almost always buy identical single serving cans/packs of food in twos. The only reason there would ever be another number than 2 of the same kind of a can/pack of food in my basket is because I probably thought it would look strange that I had two of everything while in the store. I tell myself that I just buy two because more than that would be overkill, and only one wouldn't be enough... I suspect that's just a self comfort.

- I'm phobic about any meat products not being refrigerated or frozen promptly. Chicken especially. What makes it strange is my version of 'promptly' is within 10 minutes after being cooked, and not a damn minute after being pulled out the grocery bag. I think this came from my mother.

- I don't crack my knuckles, but I do roll my shoulders. It's a weird motion that involves extending your arm, raising your shoulder and locking it, then bringing your elbow out and up until you feel a bone pop. You feel it midway between the shoulder and the elbow. I don't know why, but it's comforting. Never got into cracking my knuckles though. Mainly because they don't really crack without ridiculous amounts of effort. My fingers don't bend downward past a 90 degree angle at the first joint. I always thought it was weird when I saw people basically flatten their fingers against their inner palm.

- Ah, here's one. I'm an enormous grammar Nazi... the catch is, I don't really give a fuck whether you're fucking up the English language or not. I care if I am. It's so bad, that if I happen to catch a simple grammatical error in one of my posts, like the lack of a capitalization or even an extra punctuation, I will go back and edit the post. This applies to typing anything. This isn't to say that I'm perfect... but when I do catch something, I fix it.
Strangely, when I write on paper, my shit is all kinds of fucked up. I use correct punctuation, but I capitalize randomly. Not that leetcrap bullshit. There are just some letters I that I naturally write in capitals for some reason.

- I have a certain mentality regarding smells. Some smells that most others find offensive, I don't. Like skunk roadkill. No problem. My own farts? Fantastic. Regardless of what they actually smell like... but if it's someone else's fart, I find it disgusting, regardless of what it actually smells like. Even if it's my own fart and I begin to suspect that maybe it's someone else's, I'll begin to find it disgusting. It's a completely mental thing.

- If you see me walking and randomly patting my right butt cheek, it's because I'm checking for my wallet. Even though I checked not 5 minutes ago.

- It drives me absolutely batty when my hair grows long enough so that the sides hang over my ears. I don't care if my hairstyle becomes the shittiest, most unpopular style in the history of hair... it will not change. Has nothing to do with the military either. I was like that long before then.

- My legs itch when hot water hits them. Fucking weird.


That's all I care about sharing at the moment.
P.S.
Right-Track...
I dunno, but I wonder if that's some kind of serotonin related thing. When I used to take Ecstasy back when, after a weekend of that (for a couple days following), strong emotional moments, even in movies or what have you, elicited an almost physical "zap" in my brain (which others in the same scenario have testified to themselves) that would startle me. There was an actual perceivable graduating envelope of sensation, all lasting a mere second. Like an upward ramp. The perceived physical location was more centered in the brain, but we don't have sensory receptors in our brains, so I would venture to assume that the phenomenon lies in something a bit more esoteric than a sensory receptor being involved... directly anyway.
Interesting either way.
If I were a joking man, I'd say those bubbles were the last of your emotional brain cells bursting. ;)

I tend to crack my neck a lot.

When walking by a desk, table, railing, poles, chair, or something similar, I have to touch it.

I can't stop touching the hair on the nape of my neck.

Oh yes. I do that all the time. I really need to go to the doctor because I KNOW I have something. I'm the epitome of high strung. When I was younger, I couldn't even sit down. But yes, here's some of mine:

Lately, when the middle of the sentence, I'll almost get bored of what I'm saying. I'll just stop. "Well I was outside and then ehh.. yeah I don't know." Or I'll say something that makes sense to me, because I already thought about it, but not at all to anyone else.

Everything for me is situational. I could care less if it's rainy outside and miserable, as long as everything is quiet and calm. Like if I had work, and it was somewhat slow and nothing went wrong, that'd be perfect. If I went out with one of my friends and hung out, listening to music, that just seems all wrong.

I have very specific images that I love and hate. One that I REALLY hate is of the local K-Mart. It's Sunday, looking at action figures, and it's overcast. HORRIBLE. On the other hand, it's Friday. Small city. There's a good amount of people, but it's not crowded. Clock tower, orange and cherry blossoms, old buildings, cobblestone streets, local bakery, orange street lights. It sort of blurs the line between dark/eerie, and warm/comforting. AMAZING. One I've had since I was younger was the view of a mall. It's near the beach, it has a lot of glass, it's sunny, it's warm. I desperately hoped to find a mall like it, but I doubt it exists. That, and dreams always cast weird feelings on places that can never be recreated in real life.

I enjoy fragrances.

I love going out to eat. Especially if it's a small place that I've never heard of, in a place I'd never been to. When I have new things to look at, and new food to eat, it's like brain porn. If I had decided to wear a new fragrance (knowing me, I would intentionally do so), it'd be like a movie in 4D.

I tend to watch movies only once.

I really don't listen to music at home that much. Usually I listen to new stuff, then put whatever I like on my iPhone. I love listening to music in the car more than anything.

I have a weird fascination with sadness.

I always feel like people I meet are so transparent. I've never really met anyone interesting before. I feel so cheated. And yet, I'm not sure 2 intensely unique people would really be compatible.

I don't know what you just said.

My wrists don't bend upward. Can't say Halt! with my hand, for example.