Why Do I Do the Things I Do?

I've been chatting with my aunt all evening. Somewhere along the line I decided to start entering random ASCII codes in during our chat. (in an email or a word processor or something where you can type, hold alt and press a few numbers. For example: alt + 155 = ¢. Did I just blow your mind, or was that just gas?)

When she mentioned these mystery symbols, I claimed not to see them or know what she was talking about, and in this way, I was entertained.

Like the time I took my friend's expansive CD collection and used scotch tape to secure each shut. Not a lot mind you. Just a short piece down the middle of the widest part, so you could get the corners up before they snapped shut. And why scotch tape? Well, because it's clear of course. Oh, and the integral part is picking enough random CDs that it's a regular nuisance, but not so many that it prompts the victim to search every one. 

Oh, to be evil.