I am unrealistic. I simultaneously have high and low expectations. I am nonsense. I have preconceived notions about everyone I meet and I like when people prove me wrong. I am a dork and have not yet become accustomed to presenting myself as otherwise. I don't like wasting my time on things that don't make me smile until my face hurts but I do it anyway. My life is lived in fragments. I use myspace more than this.

Lipton Green Tea. Harry Potter. Being in the wrong place at the right time. Family Guy on Adult Swim on Sundays. KVLT. The idea that everyone has someone. Coldstone ice cream. Analogies that only make sense to me and you (maybe). Cherry Tootsie Roll Pops. Taking pictures of the way the world looks from outside my front door at seven in the morning during summer. Vitamin Water. Velcro shoes. Hiding under the bed with my dog when it storms. Driving just below the speed limit to piss people off. Having an insanely long interests list. Jargon. Rain. Spinning around and falling down. Wishing on stars. Perfect imperfection. Wasting time instead of making it. First snow of the season. Any snow of the season. Ebay. Kingdom Hearts. No Fear Shakespeare.

Random 80s bands that my dad gets me to love. The Beatles. Fall Out Boy. All the Rage. Frank Sinatra. The one Journey song I know. One hit wonders. "Come On, Eileen". Def Leppard just because.

Haimster and Feldog. Driving Lessons. Sleepy Hollow. Tristan & Isolde. Say Anything obviously. The Hills Have Eyes even though I check my backseat everytime I get in the car. My Own Private Idaho.

Lost. House. Family Guy. America's Next Top Model. Gilmore Girls.

The Outsiders. In His Steps. Doing It. Anything by Stephen King except for IT and Cujo. Orthodoxy. Evil Serial Killers because it freaks people out. Harry Potter.