i wish i was scottish. or irish. or italian. or not.

i'm obsessive - i have seen dirty dancing over 160 times. 150 of those took place in 1988. nobody puts baby in a corner.

i think neigh should rhyme with knee. leigh, knee, neigh. make sense. i also like to spell computer computor, definitely definately, and finally finaly.

i want to work in a video store because then i would have thousands of movies around. in fact, i wouldn't mind spending most of my life watching movies. i don't get tired after the third or fourth movie in a row, either.

i have a very bumpy head due to smacking it into things frequently, and falling down stairs. every new friend i aquire has to feel the bumps, too. i make'em do it. i have no idea why. i usually show them every scar i've ever gotten too and tell them the story behind it.

i wanted to be a ballerina when i was a kid. in fact, i still do. whenever i see ballet on tv alone i start to tip-toe around and make ballerina poses. i took jazz ballet classes growing up. i look like i'm having seizure's when i dance, and i headbang a lot. i scare some people. i love to dance. hah.

i don't have a driver's license. i've had exactly two driving lessons in my life - one by my father in a tiny parking lot, another with my friend ninnie in her family's enormous parking lot (wal-mart size). got a bit carried away with the speedin'. hence, i walk. slow. real, real slow.

i will look for my reflection anywhere, including windows across a street. i like staring at me. i don't know why. i also stare a lot at other people. i'm a severe people watcher. i make lots of mental notes and judgements based on nothing in my head. then again, i guess we all do.

i can walk around outdoors and read at the same time. i don't read as much as i used to. i especially like to read hideous books about serial killers and necrophiliacs. i dig stephen king. a lot. i also like to read feminist writers, such as linda skugge. ooo, i said feminist. buh.

i think i'm really ugly. whatever. i get really hostile when friends try to tell me otherwise. really, really hostile.

i love to dye my hair, especially when depressed. i first had my hair dyed when i was 10. it was in the 80's and my brother was frosting his tips (heh). he convinced me i would look cool with bleached bangs. he was wrong. i've since had black, pink, blonde, red, purple, orange hair, blonde/pink bangs. i even (finaly) had blue hair, which as it faded turned into sea weed green and settled into swimming pool pale blue.

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