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.

Comments

[nonewwitticisms.livejournal.com]

i could just steal 75 or so of your 100 things about yourself, and only have to come up with 25 or so original ones for myself.

we've more in common than i think either of us know/knew! hm!

also: "I have more books than CD’s" --is that unusual? i have probably seven times more books than CDs..

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[moriavis.livejournal.com]

Wow! We have stuff in common! =~_^= And I don't think it's unusual--but try telling that to people who don't read. *loves*