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My Mom makes the BEST salsa. She buys all the veggies and slices them up herself and mixes them and it tastes SO good and I have to really be careful with myself or I'll go through half a bag of chips eating the stuff because it's SO good.
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I always bring my purse into stores with me when I'm out with my parents, instead of leaving it in the car because I'm not planning to buy anything. Because whenever I don't bring it, they ask if I have any spare change so they don't have to break bills, and I feel bad because I left my wallet in the car. Of course, when I do bring it, they never ask me, but eh.
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I keep "Howl's Moving Castle" on my desk because I've pulled it out of my library so many times to flip through that it's just not worth putting it with all the other books. It's a very well-written book with a very good story and a lot of humor. It also has that...I don't know what you really call it...I think of it as "British" or "European" "common sense" feel that I like... Basically it feels like you're reading "The Chronicles of Narnia".

"The Chronicles of Narnia" is something I actually don't reread a lot...but I keep running over in my head when I think of fantasy and writing. I usually don't reread it because I got a book set and it's irritating to stuff the books all back in the box. I do pull them out every now and then, though. I think because I can't get enough of the pictures, mainly. I love the stories, too.

I keep rereading "The Hero and the Crown", which is also permanently stuck on my desk. It's also a very good book with a very sweet pair of romances in it. I also simply love McKinley's style of writing. I bought her "Outlaws of Sherwood", which is a retelling of the Robin Hood legend in her style so... two of my favorites all in one! I used to pull it out a lot, but I've been away so I haven't done it so much.

I reread C. J. Cherryh's "Foreigner" series A LOT. Dad kept them downstairs in his bookshelves originally... but I kept grabbing one or five and bringing them up the three flights of stairs to my room so much that I eventually just moved the whole series up to my bookshelf. I ADORE that series. Mainly the first trilogy...but still. The others are great, too.

Another pair of books that had followed this pattern were the second and fourth "Worlds of Honor" books, as well as Weber's "Crown of Slaves". Instead of moving ALL of the "Honor Harrington" books (two shelves worth), and since these are really the only books I kept moving between houses and back and forth from school... I just bought my own paperback copies of them. I pull them out a lot... mainly because these are all books with stories about Victor Cachat, my favorite "Honorverse" character. I think I like him for the same reasons I like Spider-Man, come to think of it... he's young and (initially, at least) quite naive and often feels abused by the powers-that-be, and often finds himself terribly alone because of his choices or his beliefs. He's also very self-sacrificing and loyal...and strong. Really, really strong. You should be wary when you take him on. He also likes the direct approach. He doesn't like to be a puppeteer...he likes to go in himself and get things done. Politics is not his area of expertise, although he's learning.

Another moved series is the "Talents Universe" by Anne McCaffrey, which I just adore. "Damia" is one of my absolute favorite books because I simply CANNOT get enough of Afra...and his eldest daughter's relationship with Kincaid is just ADORABLE. The story universe is awesome and it's actually a rather hopeful look at our future as a species.

I also moved "The Enchanted Forest Chronicles" to my desk...most days I'll tell you that I like "Searching for Dragons" best...and then I'll tell you that I like "Calling for Dragons", because it's pretty funny...and then I'll remember parts of books one and four and rethink the whole thing. I just love the series. It's very good.

I keep "Buso Renkin" on my desk...I know it's a graphic novel series...but still. I love the series...probably because it's really short and the art is very good and all the characters are fun (especially Pappy) and I love Nobuhiro Watsuki and it's not very practical to keep "Rurouni Kenshin" on my desk, especially since THAT series is HIGHLY distracting... Yeah.

I've reread "The Tortall Universe" books many times. That means "The Song of the Lioness", "The Immortals Series", "The Protector of the Small", and "The Daughter of the Lioness"...and I suppose now that would include the one "Provost's Dog" book I have....but I haven't reread the entire series with that one in it yet. I originally reread the whole series a couple times because I wanted to read it from "start" to "finish". It's a VERY good series...a bunch of easy reads. A bunch of really fun characters in a really cool universe. Also...a very good series for teenage girls to read, because all the young female protagonists are very strong.

I could very easily go on because books only stay in my library if I reread them a lot. I only ever really "like" a book if I know I'd reread it again. So...if I wouldn't reread it again...I don't tend to keep them. The point because that basically every book and series in my library is something I'll reread. I go through them quite a lot to see if that's changed... I don't see the purpose in just keeping something on a shelf to gather dust, unless it has some emotional significance or the two giant books of teenage poetry that I have poems published in from Elementary School that I'm often too ashamed to read but keep anyway as a reminder that I've actually been "published" before.
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This is actually hard to answer. I don't have any of the books that come to mind actually with me...the best I can do is look them up on Amazon and try to find a copy that's close.

The length of a book is also a hard measure because a lot of publishers make big books but (and if you've ever read things like the Charlie Bone series, House of the Scorpion, the Inheritance Cycle, etc., you know what I mean) with big margins and and spacing and large text. So yeah, a book can have 300-500+ pages, but maybe only <300 pages worth of text, without all the extra added in. I get that this probably makes the book easier to read and all...and I'm actually kind of grateful for that, since it's probably pushed back my chances of going blind...but still. It's a little annoying. And if you're looking at books like Sherrilyn Kenyon's Chronicles of's just kinda stupid to have maybe a sentence and a half take up the bottom 1/3 of the page. Which they share with a number indicating the chapter that's about half an inch tall.

The longest pagewise is probably "War of Honor" by David Weber, which was 894 pages.

The longest length-wise was is at a three-way tie between "The Three Musketeers", "Gone With the Wind", and "Exodus" by Leon Uris. I think "Gone With the Wind" wins out but I could be wrong. The versions I read were all old books with small, tightly packed text and very thin pages. Of course I can't really say on the margins...but I do remember, when reading each of them, how I groaned about the sheer length of them every time I turned a page. Dumas, as I understand, was paid by the paragraph or something, so he purposefully made his books long. "Gone With the Wind" is simply full of so many side-stories and backstories and histories and explanations and so much time simply PASSES in the story that it's chock full of stuff. The same can be said of "Exodus", although I don't recall it being as bad as "Gone With the Wind". The fact that there were so many "tangents" (I know they weren't really tangents, they were explanations, and actually interesting and valuable ones, to boot, but when you're just reading it for a school project because it also happened to be on your list of "books to read someday"...yeah, logic doesn't work so much) nearly made me stop it and choose something else for a project more than once out of sheer frustration. I know for a fact I gave up on "Exodus" at least once.

The shortest book I ever read? Probably "Chicken Soup With Rice". It's a short poem made into a book. I think it was for children. Had only about ten pages and maybe 4-5 lines on a page...each sentence was like...5-7 words.

Okay well I guess children's books and poetry might not count.


If that doesn't count, I don't know. I've read so many short books.
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I did have a favorite beanie baby that saw more face time in the "favorite toy" category than any other. It was a sheep, and had many fun adventures as my stuffed animal. For instance, when I was in pre-school, a friend brought in some of her mom's nail polish and we painted a number of toys' "nails" with it. One of them was my sheep.

A second (sort of) adventure would be my band-aids phase, where I was apparently obsessed with band-aids. Colorful band-aids with designs on them in particular. I wouldn't purposefully injure myself or get all excited when I was injured because "oh good golly gosh, I'm gonna get a BAND-AID now!" -insert squeeing-. I'd apparently just put a bunch of them on me...for no other reason than I could (looking back this seems somewhat perfectly logical as a small child as even children don't get injured all that much and parents buy (or can buy, anyway) all these band-aids with these amazing designs on them and they just sit there in their boxes, never getting used or seen). Apparently some of my teachers were concerned that I came in every day covered in band-aids (reasonably, but who thinks "child abuse" anyway?). Of course, my parents were called or simply questioned in person. No doubt my teachers started to remove them until they realized this bothered me greatly. I think the only thing that stopped me was when I finally learned that when you use up all the band-aids, that leaves you with no band-aids when you actually need them. Or the ugly, boring brown ones that adults use. And money doesn't grow on trees so we need to stop buying more (I point to Dad for this one, bless you Dad). At any rate, my sheep was not exempt from my band-aid craze. She received a number of them. At one point I (and probably my nail polish friend) took red markers and drew "injuries"/"blood stains" on her that we would then fix by putting a band-aids over.

"Lammy Wammy", as she was called (yes, like the puppet thing on that show I don't remember the name to) least as my mom calls her...I don't remember calling her that... saw so many adventures that her fur/fluff/whatever got that really hard feel heavily used stuffed animals get after a while. Her nose also ripped open. Like...if you didn't push it back into place, beans would come out... or she'd look like her face was slowly coming off. The first time this happened she lost pretty much all her beans and we replaced her. I think that I was so upset that my mother (bless her) painted her "nails" too, so that they looked similar. I think the red marker phase came after this, because she still has some of those marks, too...but I could be wrong. Maybe that was also to make them more similar and lighten the loss. Anyway, the second one also got her nose ripped open. I blame this on the fact that I had this Zebra beanie baby and my sister and I discovered that you could press the nose into it's head and it looked funny, especially since you could do it over and over again. Anyway, I think I started doing this to all my beanie babies. "Unfortunately", they can only take so much abuse...and so their noses ripped. I think Lammy Wammy #2 convinced me that this was a bad idea so I stopped. At least in time for her to keep all her beans in place. Her "nose injury" never got that bad. However, she was also replaced. Probably cause I kept carrying this beaten up, shrunken, bedraggled beanie baby that literally looked like it had come off a battlefield all over the place and carrying around a rather nice new one only cost a couple bucks. If my early stuffed animals taught me anything, they taught me this: if you want nice things, you have to treat them nicely. Almost everything I have after fourth or fifth grade is in practically pristine condition and looks brand new because I treat them so well. I didn't pain their "nails", put band-aids on them, drag them all over, experiment on them, punch them a lot...blah. When I stopped carrying them around, that helped a lot, too. Also, my mom tried to fix the problem of her nose injury (at least twice) by sewing the nose in place over the hole...which worked...sort least when I stopped playing with it.

Lammy Wammy was also a frequenter of my backpack. I can remember...up till maybe fifth or sixth grade, I had this backpack that had four pockets. There was the big one in the middle where you could fit binders and folders and books, a pocket in the front for like pencils, and one on each side, which I presume are for like water bottles. I used to stuff the two side pockets full of stuffed animals and cart them to school every day. I remember seeing a poster at my Elementary School in sixth grade demonstrating what the average Elementary School student carried in their backpack, and noticing how (properly) a reasonably sized portion of the bag was devoted to toys and stuffed animals, and, for the first time, realizing that I probably wasn't the only weird person who did that. Although thankfully that only came to me AFTER I'd stopped because I believed I WAS the only person who did it. Anyway, Lammy Wammy was often one of those who went with me. To school, summer camp, Dad's house, family gatherings, synagogue, shopping trips...just about anywhere. I can't remember why...I dimly remember opening the pockets in the middle of the day but hiding them from the sight of my classmates. I don't remember ever playing with them at wherever I was. I think out of shame or greed...I didn't want people to see what I played with and I didn't want to share.

Lammy Wammy had much competition with many of my beanies. For starters: one of my wolf beanie babies. I think it was called "Nook" or something...they were the same size and general shape...but their main issue was that while I loved sheep with a slightly concerning obsessive adoration, I thought that Nook was one of the most adorable stuffed animals in existence. One look at his face and I'd want to cuddle. Thankfully I had a dog when I was little to satisfy my love and cuteness requirements and by the time she passed away I had learned that dogs don't stay puppies forever and cats are easier to manage and we've already got pets and money doesn't grow on trees yanno because I could have probably easily been one of those kids who convinced their parents to get a puppy just to shut them up.

There was Mystic, the unicorn beanie baby I finally got. I saw them all over the place and really really wanted one mommy please buy I'm not spoiled I don't have too many please -FINE! Just shut up for a day- (my parents are really great people, honest - my own upbringing is one of the biggest reasons I have no desire to have children whatsoever, and that's entirely because of how much of a pain in the ass I was). I started to give her the "carry with me everywhere" treatment, but as her horn was the most important part of her, being sparkly and pretty and such and easy to destroy (having had much experience with easy-to-destroy things under my belt at the time and a new sense of wanted to keep things looking nice and new and pretty), I kept her at home more often than not, for protection. She became something pretty to look at...and maybe play with at home. Her fur began to acquire the hardish texture, and she does have a couple of spots on her, which also pressured me to start leaving her at home.

There was Pouch, the kangaroo beanie baby. So old that 1) I know she was replaced at least one (you can tell when they're old and valued by if and how many times they were replaced), 2) she's missing her heart tag with the stupid poem or whatever she had. I think the one I have here is old enough to not have a poem. Early beanies apparently just had short descriptions. At least looking at some of the oldest I have. I think Pouch is one reason I was so obsessed with drawing things with no fingers and toes. Her arms are just too cute that way. Good thing she never had a need to grab anything. Or eat. It also always felt like a 2-in-one deal with her because of the baby she carried with her. She also got the hardish fur texture.

There was Bongo, the monkey. Not the Zodiac monkey line. Just a monkey. I don't think he was old or tattered so much as people got the impression I liked monkeys or something and got me a bunch of Bongo's. I had like four for the longest time (because I kept all of them) before I finally came to my senses and realized that there was no point in having four of the exact same thing, especially since I don't collect them, so i donated the extra three. Bongo was just fun to play with. I liked his tail, too. And his face was cute. And I liked to sit him on my shoulder...actually I liked to do that with just about all of them. He also started to get the hardish fur texture.

There was Gracie, the swan. Although this beanie was never replaced, she has lost her heart tag. I don't know if that's simply from too many times being moved around in the beanie crate or what. Anyway, Gracie had many fine qualities to her: she was cute to look at and place in one's lap, she made me think of Mother Goose and the Swan Princess, which I was very much obsessed with, and I had a duck phase. She also kept Pinky, a pink flamingo who had a time on the favorite toys wall, company, as one of my few bird beanies. Pinky's finer qualities involved her legs, which allowed her to be wrapped around me neck and carried piggy-back style, her color (in my pink obsession phase), and her cuteness. Also replaced, but she was getting rather worn. And then her replacement doubled for the two ostrich beanies I got. That way they were each paired off. I blame Disney and for the fact that I didn't learned about the term "harem" until I was 10 and we visited Sea World in Florida.

There was Smoochy, the tree frog. Smoochy had a fun form for a beanie, and he could be easily stuck on my head and worn as a hat or used as a pillow. I liked his colors a lot, too. I liked him a lot in my Amazon obsession phase (I had a lot of obsessions as a kid but then I think most do) until I started seeing more frogs and realized they were icky. Smoochy still looks cool, though. And I feel sorely tempted to wear him as a hat (DFTBA!)

And then we have Dotty. Perhaps the biggest competition Lammy Wammy (aka Fleece) ever had. Dotty is a Dalmatian. I can say that Dotty was competition because 1) she was replaced, 2) she was replaced because she started to get that same tough feel that Lammy's fur got, and she was starting to turn pink and orange from my coloring her with something...maybe crayons? And 3) she has lost her tag, and not from being moved around in the toy bin. Of all my beanies, only Pouch comes close to comparing with her, for Pouch's fur is pretty close to the same feel, but she is not discolored. Dotty had a cute face, dots (le gasp; no, seriously, I had a dots phase where I learned how to make dots easily with markers by stabbing paper randomly with the marker - one of the most ingenious things my sister ever taught me as a child), and a cute tail. Then came the cold day when I couldn't figure out what was wrong with the word "dalmatian"...and I spent the entire day saying it over and over, wondering why it sounded funny. I still have issues with the world. It is a strange word. Anyway, Fleece won over. My affection for Dotty, however, spilled over into the large version, which was bought by a thoughtful parent/sibling, I can't remember.

I currently have the latest two Fleece's...the ancient one and the one that's in pretty decent condition (what can I say? I really liked that stuffed animal - took it EVERYWHERE). She currently resides in the bin with all the other beanie babies I like and haven't donated, her replacement ever near, along with a large version. My sister, knowing well my obsession with the toy, got me a mini version that would presumably be used as a Christmas tree ornament in households other than ours but that I just hung around my desk. Which my cat apparently stole and chewed up while I was away at college. Do I still like sheep? Not so much as I did then, but yeah, if the design is cute enough. Do I still pause for a minute and smile at memories when I bring the beanie out during a donating/cleaning spree? Yes. Is Fleece almost as flat as a pancake but still possessing of a great many of her beans? Yes. 

You've been there through many of my adventures...and survived those ordeals in one form or another. Here's to you, my friend.
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I think it's a tie between Northern Virginia to Michigan, to Connecticut, and to Georgia. Mainly because I don't remember where exactly I went in each state, but I do remember going there. Michigan probably wins but whatever.

I know that when I went to Michigan and Connecticut it was by bus with a camp of kids around my age and a couple counselors to oversee us, and to Georgia (at least most of the times I've been there) it was with my Dad and my sister in my Dad's car.

The one common way I get through road trips is probably the one common way most people get through road trips: I sleep. A lot. The car is probably my favorite sleeping spot because I've been on so many road trips and some of my earliest memories are even of the being in the car at night going from my Mom's house to my Dad's apartment and falling asleep to Enya or Clannad or Renaissance after Dad took my sister and I out to dinner. I also noticed that when I sleep on the trip to a place...I'm usually more awake and alert for things than my fellows. Which is a kind of "dur" statement but at least it gets people to leave me alone when I'm trying to sleep.

If, however, I am not depends on the vehicle I am traveling in.

On the bus we had lots to do. The counselors had discovered many ways to shut up a bunch of pre-teens on long trips. One of them was to play movies. Another was to invent games like the one where you try to get truck drives to blow their horns or (after that was banned cause honking has a purpose and isn't a game) something else...probably a memory game or learning Hebrew or something. Someone could get out cards and we'd play Capitalism or someone would get out a gameboy and then everyone else would get out their gameboys or we'd have music discussions and then some a-hole would start playing their music and wake all the sleeping people up (usually the counselors, actually) or drown out conversations, which would annoy other people, or the music would just plain suck, which got on people's nerves.

During the summer after seventh grade I decided it was time I started writing down the ideas I had (because I thought about writing stories...although back then all I'd do was jot down a line or two of something in my head...nothing was ever really fleshed out), so I brought a big notebook to keep it all in, and maybe doodle in when I got bored, cause I also wanted to learn how to draw decently. We stopped at a mall once and I bought a How To Draw Manga book (the basics) and I spent almost that entire trip on the bus drawing and learning and drawing and learning. It was fun. I even got some ideas more fleshed out and improved my writing.

If I wasn't writing or drawing I could be reading. I always had books with me. I get very concerned when I have nothing to read. It happened to me once when I was at a sleep-away camp. I brought like six books with me for a week long camp and thought that would be enough. I think I underestimated myself because I finished all of them in about two days. Now the rule is at least one book per day. Depending on the size of the book and my projections for my business wherever I am. I think I didn't get a great deal of reading done on these trips...I probably got more done before we went to bed at night. One of my friends brought graphic novels with her and I was just getting into manga and anime, so she let me borrow some of them. I ate them up.

I also brought a lot of string with me. I only really knew twister and the DNA or whatever thing....I don't know what it's called...but I made up for my lack of knowledge with effort! Turned out a ton of the things. I also brought my CD player and eventually my iPod along so I'd listen to music when the noise level was low enough in the bus for it.

I also, amazingly enough, talked with my friends. Or I talked with some of the counselors...when they were awake. We left in the mornings a lot or we kept them up at night or something. They were always tired. More tired than me, apparently, which was weird.

When I was in the car with my Dad...pretty much the same. No friends to talk to. No cellphone to text with back then. Not as much stuff because there's less space to store it and move around and with that smaller space there's less desire to move around anyway. More sleep. More reading. More listening to music. Maybe a conversation. I remember that on the later trips Dad used the long road trips to get my sister's hours in for her license so...I did my best to sleep through those. I succeeded most of the time, too. Probably why I don't have so many bad dreams.
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Appetizer - cheese fries.

Main course - chicken and string beans, with mashed potatoes and gravy.

Dessert - beignets.

Drink - Root Beer.

This would taste so weird all together and I wouldn't get past the appetizer. Sipping the drink would probably start to make me feel sick.
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You couldn't have made dream-me skinny?
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Yes, I would. It's pollution. It's also simply killing people nearby. You don't even have to be that close to a smoker to breathe in the stuff. Putting people outside a restaurant, for example, isn't that helpful. The air still makes it inside or people have to walk through the stuff to enter and exit the building. I'd really want this because there's a really popular smoking area near one of my school buildings. A building I frequent. And there's always a mob of smokers just hanging out there. It's disgusting.
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Writing for a living. And making enough off it to not have to have other jobs and have the ability to make my own schedule.

Of course not. The book market is saturated right now. And my skills as an author are...heh, mild, I guess, to be kind. The chances of me hitting it big like J. K. Rowling or someone else are just...not very high, to say the least.
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The Honor Harrington series would make...well, at least a good TV series, I think. A movie would be pretty interesting. I'd hate to see what the compression factor of directors would do to it, but who knows?

I would pick Claudia Christian, who played Susan Ivanova in Babylon 5...but I don't think she really matches up that closely (to the point where it would be very much of a difference) to Honor. And she might be a little older.

Angelina Jolie might be able to do it. Looking at, say, Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow. She can pull off a military personage rather well.

I don't know. Maybe they could pick a lesser known or even an unknown actress. I have not the first idea for ANY of the other characters, being that there are so many.

I'd love to see the Foreigner Series or the Talents Universe made into some sort of series/movie. But the Foreigner Series would simply not translate well into cinematic format. Too much is explanation and Bren thinking things and not vocalizing. The Talents Universe...well, it would probably be a pretty easy job since the actors could probably just read all their lines off - not much memorization required. Seeing as most of it's about telepathy. I think it might also suffer some of the same problems as Foreigner. A lot isn't vocalized. And I don't mean the telepathy. And I hate narrations used as explanations.

I would...really love to see a world of warcraft movie out. Honestly. It would be fun. Making the story WORK would be interesting. The stories I've read incorporate game elements sparingly, but in interesting ways. Like "The Shattering" which actually used a hearthstone. And since these are based on books, yes I've read several warcraft lore books that would be interesting to see as movies. I don't think "Arthas" would be a good idea sinceI see no reason to really sympathize with Arthas, the protagonist. He's a spoiled brat. That's really all.

I'd like to see a Harry Dresden movie. Not a series, since that clearly failed. A movie would be cool. They could do what they've done with a number of marvel/DC heroes - make it animated. That would be pretty neat. Certainly the content sounds a little more risque than most of those are, but still. And a series of animated movies would probably be easier to dish out than a couple of movies. They wouldn't need to squish the books into one they've done before. Which was, of course, a MARVELOUS idea in every case.

A Lioness Quartet movie(s) would be pretty neat.

And I'm done. Later.
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My cat, Prune, who died over winter break two years ago.

I would tell him I was sorry I ignored him that night. When I pushed him off after he asked for affection. Just to be held because I'd been away. I would tell him that I would never say no to him again. I would hold him again, pet him. Hold him tight and tell him I love him so much.
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Well...I still am sorta a child so...

Anyway. I liked Four Square a lot. We'd play it at recess at my Elementary School, and we played it a little at camp. I can only really remember playing it with other girls. Not really a guy thing. They'd always be playing kickball or running around the field or something.

I liked to role play a lot. When I lived in Texas, I had a friend who would actually sing with me all over the playground. We'd sing when we got into fights or when we were bored or when we were happy...a lot of singing. It was fun.

I liked to play Clue. And Mouse Trap. Those were fun.
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I don't think there was really ever one character...I read a couple of series with strong female characters. There was Alanna, from The Lioness Quartet. She was strong and disciplined (depending on the book, I suppose) and thoughtful and brave.

There's a sort of archetypal character I strive to be like, I suppose. It's like...the bodyguard/right hand figure who's really stoic and thoughtful, and doesn't speak a lot; but when they do speak, it's very profound. Not that I want to always be profound (well...I guess I do...) but I like saying things that advance knowledge or a conversation, not that things that stagnate and repeat and such. I like being hard to read...if only because it makes me look more in control. There were protagonists like Mua'Dib (in the movie - I read the book but I was relying more on the miniseries as background, which was not a great idea - I'm going to read it again after I finish the prequels) who were very strong and controlled and really ferocious because of it. I wanted to be like that. The person no one expects.

Other protagonists I wanted to be like...hmm...

I always wanted to be really wise. There was Merlin; actually Nancy Drew's father, the lawyer, who was probably one of my influences for looking to law.  A lot of the wise characters I knew of were very strong otherwise. They didn't JUST have their intelligence. Which seems to be the case all the time...except in real life. You have Uryuu from Bleach. I think Sakura is a bad example but eh. Chopper is also kinda a bad example. Franky maybe? Eh... Anyway, you have Merlin, who's a wizard. Mr. Drew, who apparently has god-like reach in many of the circles Nancy travels in. Friar Tuck, who could wield some sort of weapon in most versions of the Robin Hood stories. You would not mess with Gandalf. No sir.

There was also Lara Croft. Starting reading the comics and playing the games early on. Smart, beautiful, strong, dramatic...she was very cool. And I got pretty into British culture. Sort of. My favorite historical fiction is about George the 8th, his wives, and his children. I think guys with British accents have more in their favor in my book than not.

There were also some superheroes. Spiderman and a Ronin Warrior. A Ronin Warrior was probably the stronger pull. I think it's amusing that...I was a big Sailor Moon fan but I never really wanted to be a sailor scout. At least not as much as I wanted to be a Ronin Warrior. The leader character. Not Ryo, specifically. Just...the leader. Spiderman was just fun. Never Superman, Wonder Woman or really any of the X-Men. I knew from a very young age that if I were to be given any super power, it would be to fly. I also knew from a very young age that a) I was not a wall/rock climber, b) I hated climbing ropes, and c) I hated cities. Yet I chose a superhero who doesn't really "fly". He swings around. And to make that feasible, he lives in a city. Trust me; I had a dream once about being Spiderman (weirdly enough) in a suburban neighborhood. Bordering on farmland. I kept telling myself that this was NOT going to work cause I had NOWHERE to swing to. But I dunno...costume's cooler than Superman's, I think. (No capes!) And I've never been a fan of Wonder Woman's traditional costume. Always thought that lasso was silly.

I liked Ariel and Pocahontas a lot. Ariel mainly cause I loved her hair (dude....even when I was tiny I had a long hair fetish) and her tail. I guess Pocahontas...I thought her design was neat. Great voice. Dramatic. Gets some tall muscley, typical bad boy (sorta...not really) for a romance.

At the end of the I think that many of the characters I read about inspired me to look into areas of thought and such. There were ways of escapism and I used them that way. Sure, I could imagine myself as a knight or a witch or something, but i didn't STRIVE to be like that. I didn't spend hours researching magic or such. Well...I did some research on mythology and a lot of different cultures. Pulled up every Cinderalla, Robin Hood, and Greek/Roman myth and legend I could. Even some Irish ones. I actually figured out that a lot of the things I liked most about some of the characters were reasons to NOT be like them. Or covered up some messed-up things about them. Or there were more bad parts to their personalities than there were really awesome parts. Or something.
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No. I finished a book, starting a new one, spent time with my dad and my cat whom I haven't seen in three weeks while I was at college, went out to dinner at Friday's, watched Criminal Minds episodes (one of which was a good Rossi episode for once), finished Spanish homework, put laundry away, organized my room, talked with some friends, vacuumed my floor...

I'm full, I'm one book closer to the returning to the Dune series, and I'm mostly ready for school starting tomorrow. And my floor is cleanish. For once. And I got to spend some time with my dad. If I ignore the fact that my stepmother was also there, the day was good. Better than I would have had watching some men I've never seen before and don't know the names of getting paid to jump on each other. That's just my opinion, though.
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The first username I used was "Starfire". And that was before I'd ever even heard of Teen Titans, fyi. I started getting more into AIM and found out one of my guy friends used the sn "starfiretexan". No idea why. Decided I didn't want them to be similar and by then I'd seen the Teen Titans and there were like, a gajillion "starfire" this "starfire" thats popping up and I didn't want to be like my sister, who used LOTR references almost obsessively for all her emails and sns and so on...

I was getting into manga, too, so...There were some other names. I was surprised it wasn't taken yet. Almost willing to think that I can be truly inventive if I try, but not really.

I wouldn't change it. I like it.
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Dying. I'm afraid of that, and I'm afraid of there being nothing after this. Just. Blackness. Emptiness. And from there, that there's no one else in the universe. That we're all there is, and when we're gone, there's just silence.

It's terrifying.
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Hope it suddenly blizzards. Twelve months a year. Seven days a week. Twenty-four hours a day. I live in Virginia.

Started...junior year of high school.

What? I like to sleep.
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Isn't this something of a bad question? Movies are made years before we see them on the screen. So really...saying a movie is from xxxx year is kind

Yes. I watch the Oscars and such...just...saying.

Well, lemme check what I've seen this year... (yes, sadly, I do keep track).

I'm definitely in a Geoffrey Rush mood, what with The King's Speech and Legend of the Guardians (and the POTC 4 trailer coming out). But then I'm also in a Timothy Spall mood, what with him being in The King's Speech and Harry Potter 7 part 1 and Alice in Wonderland (as Bayard, the dog).

Yanno I really don't know. A lot of the movies I watched this year aren't FROM this year. I can't pick any actresses I really liked, although Helena Bonham Carter (who's been growing on me) has done well this year, what with Alice In Wonderland, HP 7 part 1, AND The King's Speech. And I liked her in all of them. She's grown on me.

Michael Sheen has had a year. Far more movies than the others (seven, it looks like) culminating in Tron. Which was just too funny for him. Really. It was strange, but hilarious. I'm hard pressed to get him over Geoffrey Rush, but he's had more of a year than Rush. I've seen him in Tron and Alice in Wonderland (as the rabbit).

Robert Downey Jr. was funny in Iron Man 2 wasn't his best movie, I think. More cutesy stuff for the fans and moving right along to the sequal, Thor, and the Avengers movie they'll someday come out with.

...This is tough. I mean, the men are tough. I guess I'm stuck with Helena Bonham Carter (not that I mind, I suppose). Mmmm....I'm gonna have to go with...Geoffrey Rush >.< Well...I liked both the characters he played! Funny as Michael Sheen's characters were, the rabbit was barely in the film and Zeus (or w/e) was just strange. And also not a major part of the movie. And Timothy Spall...he was barely in HP7P1. Although I did like Bayard and Winston Churchill. This is tough. Tough tough. We've got a tie between Timothy Spall and Geoffrey Rush.

Of course, this is my opinion of the movies I've SEEN from this year. I haven't gone to the theater a lot and most of the stuff I've rented is old or from 2009. I don't keep up with mainstream all the time and I could care less who's doing what where and who got off what movie to do what else, so I have no idea who did the most movies this year. From what I've seen of this year (which is quite limited) this is my opinion.
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I was flying. It felt SO real. I knew it was a dream but I could feel myself not touching the ground. Feel myself soaring. I felt like a piece of really heavy paper. I was afraid of veering into something. It was exhilirating and frightening and the most FANTASTIC experience I've ever had. If I close my eyes I can go back to the feeling.

I wanted to cry when I woke up. I guess I should be grateful that I didn't crash into anything. That the dream was basically a metaphor for running away from your troubles and never getting caught. And it was in a place I was familiar with, not falling in the sky or somewhere up in space - I was flying near my dad's house, maybe a few feet off the ground.

But still. It was so... so real.


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