Yes, I am jumping on the bandwagon

[lunesque]

I like blue disks.

I wish my nails were longer, but I can’t keep myself from biting them.

I wish I could tan.

I live more in my fantasies than reality.

I believe that Harry and Draco are fated to be, but that their love will always end tragically because they’re too different.

I wish I could help people more than I do.

I have night terrors sometimes.

I love to look at the stars.

My favorite constellation is Orion, because that’s the only one I can find.

I wanted to be an astronomer when I was younger.

I want to be one of those witty comments people turn into their e-mail signatures.

I’m going to write a trilogy about Dracula and Countess Elizabeth Bathory.

I wrote a fan fiction before I ever realized anyone else did, too.

I refuse to write a Mary Sue, but in my fantasies I am one.

I think I’m starting to like girls more than I like boys.

I’ve never been really kissed.

I collect angels.

But I don’t believe in a God.

If a human could hibernate, I would be the first one to discover how.

I don’t believe in happy endings.

I have a white cat named Artemis.

I have a black-and-white cat named Luna.

I believe I’m clinically depressed.

I don’t ever want to go to a psychiatrist.

I wanted to be a psychiatrist, once upon a time.

I would die for a stranger.

People tend to tell me the truth even when they lie to everyone else.

I hate working but I like money.

I don’t take enough initiative.

When I edit something, I take forever to do it, but people have said that it’s worth the wait.

I want to be a mutant, like the X-Men.

If I have too much respect for a story, I won’t slash it.

I don’t take slash seriously, but I love it to pieces.

I’m afraid of being abandoned.

I was abandoned as a child.

Apparently, people think I’m funny.

I don’t think I’m funny enough.

I take things too seriously.

I don’t take things seriously enough.

I have more books than CD’s.

I listen to everything but rap.

I buy pretty clothes but I never wear them.

Sometimes the line between lies and truth blurs for me.

Popular culture makes me sad.

I cry a lot on movies.

I don’t know what I am.

I know what I’m not.

I collect pens.

I’m terrified of heights.

I procrastinate on everything I possibly can.

I’m obnoxious and dramatic with friends.

If I died, most of my family wouldn’t miss me.

I have big dreams.

The only thing I like about myself is my eyes.

I believe in reincarnation.

I don’t want to live more than one life.

I’m always asking ‘Why?’

I don’t smoke.

I’m allergic to marijuana.

I believe that evil is beautiful, otherwise no one would be tempted to do bad things.

I’m fascinated by the human mind.

I wonder what’s so attractive about bestiality.

The only person I’ve ever fallen in love with isn’t real.

I don’t love easily.

No one knows when I lie unless I tell them.

I collect comics.

I have staring contests with my posters.

They always win.

I burst into song randomly.

I squeal like a fan girl over the stupidest things. Like the Owl on the Tootsie-Roll Lollipop commercials.

I like dark chocolate.

I’m afraid of myself.

I like pillows.

I remember things long after everyone else forgets them.

In my dreams, I’m always running.

I’m addicted to on line quizzes.

I write horrid poetry.

I’m published.

Strangers like to belittle me.

I love musicals.

I lose track of time when I write.

I hate chat rooms.

I hate my name.

I have a 60 page list of names.

I love buying presents for people, but I suck at knowing what to get them.

I read tarot cards.

I have runes.

I collect books on the occult.

I collect stones.

My favorite rock is a moonstone.

I’m often surprised when I hear songs from my childhood on the radio.

I tease my friends easily and often.

I’m caught off guard whenever anyone hits on me.

I’ve only recently discovered I was cute.

I’m addicted to coffee.

I’m too sarcastic for my own good.

Sometimes I wonder if I have a soul.

I can play one song over and over again for hours.

I like to draw, but I don’t think I’m very good at it.

My favorite number is 6.