Bücher (auch wenn aufgrund meiner Ausbildung eigentlich mehr lesen sollte als ich tatsächlich tu), Natur, Tiere (besonders Katzen und Haie - "'ne Katze, fast so wie'n Hai") und so das übliche Sex, Drugs & Rock 'n' Roll und so...
adopt your own virtual pet!
Elvis, I know he's alive.
Da bin ich wohl sehr offen. Es gibt im Grunde genommen eigentlich fast keine Musikrichtung aus der mir wirklich gar nichts gefällt...trotzdem höre ich nicht einfach "alles". Verallgemeinern könnte man meinen Musikgeschmack vielleicht als "intelligente Musik"!? Also was ich am häufigsten höre ist z. B. Alterntiver Rock, Indie, Grunge, Britrock, Finnrock, elektronische Tanzmusik, Folk, Oldies....ja, aber wie gesagt...auch diverses anderes Zeugz.
z.B. The Crow, Herr der Ringe, Harry Potter, Harold & Maude, das letzte Einhorn,...
Malcolm mittendrin und diverse andere Sitcoms.
Fantasy, Horror, Comics und Schwarzhumoristisches und natürlich auch ganz besonders alles von MICHAEL ENDE (!!!), Arto Paasilinna, Patrick Süßkind, R. L. Stevenson, Mary Shelley, (mir würd bestimmt noch mehr einfallen...). Ansonsten: Scheibenwelt, HdR, die Elfen-Trio von Bernhard Hennen uuuuuuund (last but not least) Harry Potter (leider schaffe ich es nie, weiter bis zu der Stelle zu lesen, an der Fred stirbt *schluchz*...)
"And then the world resolved itself into pain and semi-darkness: Harry was half-buried in the wreckage of a corridor that had been subjected to a terrible attack: cold air told him that the side of the castle had been blown away and hot stickiness on his cheek told him that he was bleeding copiusly. The he heard a terrible cry that pulled at his insides, that expressed agony of a kind neither flame nor curse could caus, and he stood up, swaying, more frightended than he had been that day, more frightened, perhaps, than he had been in his life...
And Hermione was struggling to her feet in the wreckage, and three red-headed men were grouped on the ground where the wall had blasted apart. Harry grabbed Hermione's hand as they staggered and stumbled over stone and wood.
'No - no - no!' someone was shouting. 'No! Fred! No!'
And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face."