1. I keep three 473ml glass bottles of water in the fridge, from which I drink directly. I do not, however, drink one until it is empty, then move onto the next. I usually drink from whichever is fullest at the time, which usually leaves me with three mostly empty bottles and not enough cold water when I want it. A corollary to this quirk is that I firmly believe that cold tap water tastes much better than tap water straight from the tap.
2. I have a stationery fetish. I love the feel of new stationery. I especially love the smell of new stationery. The smell of new pencil cases in particular. My theory is that it brings on a subconscious Proustian memory of Christmas morning. When I was a kid, along with all the cool stuff, we would always get new stationery from "Santa". My worst stationery habit is actually notebooks. I have so many notebooks that have half or fewer of the pages actually written in, it's not funny.
3. I often get a really itchy back. I have no idea why. Not really a quirky habit, I know. However, when I'm sitting at my desk, I scratch my back with one of the many unsharpened pencils I have at hand (see quirk 2).
4. I have a lot of strange phobias including:
Sudden loud noises
Loud noises make me jump and sometimes cry out. Emily has told me that sometimes my reaction to a loud noise scares her when the noise itself didn't. The tooting of trains is especially bad.
Sudden loud noises, coupled with explosions going off directly overhead (I'm never scared of distant fireworks). This is a kind of thrilled fear, however, and I actually really like fireworks.
Things going into my ear
I have a theory about this one. I think it may have something to do with one time when I was a kid, and we were camping in someone's backyard, a christmas beetle crawled into my ear. It took a trip to the hospital and the Very Large TweezersTM to retrieve it, but not until after it had attempted to eat its way out, dying in the process. These days I get kind of freaked when I can feel anything go into my ear.
Meh, who the hell does like crowds?
Speaking to strangers (especially on the telephone) and various other social phobias
I guess you'd call it shyness. Some may know me as a bit of a talkative loud-mouth, but others would be surprised to hear me categorised in this way. Try and think back to when you first met me. I really am quite shy. I promise.
5. I'm a fiddler. No, I don't play a violin, I fiddle with things. Like twiddling your thumbs, but with a random object in your hands. I will click pens in-and-out, open and shut containers; basically move back and forth any moving part I can get my hands on. Emily sometimes has to tell me more than once to stop fiddling with whatever I'm fiddling with.
Now, I'm going to tag the people I think are the least likely to participate. Sorry if you are offended by that categorisation, but I have a fairly limited list of people to choose from:
sister_of_geeks,eec, pj_macdaddy, dodgyville, peachofpain