Once upon a time, I was normal. But that’s long gone, so let’s not talk about that. I love writing. I write HP fanfic. I do authority well. I do stress well. Chocolate is my best friend. I have an extraordinary number of friends with the initials/nicknames of PS. I’m a better friend to my friends online whom I’ve never met than to those living across the hall. I have a crush on many gay men. I have a crush on many straight men. I’m dying to get out of this country. I’ve never been out of the country. Canada doesn’t count. I procrastinate. I laugh. I do kickboxing. I am very, very sore. I love Crab Rangoon. I will never be able to live in New York because there isn’t any. I love hockey. I hate basketball. I hate winter. I love spring. I left home to experience spring. I have a thing for Macs. My computers are named Zak, Sara and Bob. Bob is the external hard drive. I love Seattle. My walls are covered in Kill Bill posters. I need more Van Gogh posters. My desktop is a picture of Chartres cathedral. I love art. I love NYC. I love the basement of the library, with all the moving bookshelves. The best water anywhere is the tap water in New Hampshire. I’m semi-lactose intolerant. I have OCD tendencies. I think mental disorders are all in your head. I have a collection of Snuffles bears. I wear 10 rings on my fingers, and six on my toes. I wear my grandmother’s ring around my neck to keep her safe. I can’t say anything bad about the 700 Club for the same reason. I have a half-sister who has naturally red hair. I have to dye mine. People think she’s my daughter. I don’t have a fake ID. I’m Daddy’s girl. I love cats. I want a welsh terrier. My housing won’t let me have pets. College has made me broke. I work for my mother, but I don’t want to anymore. I want to go into film. I want to be an art historian. I don’t know what I want. People are stupid. Normal people are boring. If you don’t like me, I probably don’t like you. Beyond that, I’m warm and fuzzy and quite likeable.