objective criticism, strangers, albinos, lying to strangers, lying to albinos, social experimentation, mile-long legs and ass for days, the myers-briggs personality test, Thumbnails, singing, the piano, designing stuff, hypothesis, what-if and would-you-rather questions, photoshoots, hangman, love notes on napkins, drawing, the ibby voice and all things ibby, making fun of iranians, pretty as a noun, skin care- especially popping zits and CHUMAS (tumors), Mr. Gypsy Pants and other teachers who are hard to please, shopping in my mother's closet, surfing, The trinity: sleeping, napping, snoozing. diet coke on tap only!, fatburger, tapioca pudding, raw fish, clothes, clothes, clothes (although i have lost my ability to dress myself in anything but jeans and a plain t-shirt), make-up, old stuff, ceramic chickens, flea markets, telling ethnocentric europeans that they are too ugly to fit in in l.a., sophie and vance vienna, isolating the core of a baby carrot from its flesh before i eat it, all kinds of paper, the art store, oragami, girl crushing on Kristine, wakeboarding, skinny dipping, giant trampolines under the stars, offroading with the dune buggy in the middle of the night like a top 40 ho, camille rose garcia, and ceiling tile...it will always get my micro-controller going.
strangers, albinos, strange albinos, introverted intuitive thinkers, people who don't make excuses, byron from the bank, and julian mcmahon so i can recommend a better spelling of his name and then EAT HIS ASS!!! and billy because i talk about him all the time.
and i can tell you who i would like to NOT meet. the indie rockers who think they are too one-of-a-kind to be categorized. we're all adults here, lets let go of that 'i'm indefinable' mentality (yes, indefinable, not undefinable. i'm a brit like that), take a myers-briggs test, accept the results, and move on with our lives. you're not special. i know a million people just like you, they are all intuitive feelers, and they all live in costa mesa. and one more thing: put a thumb in your ass!
also, i never want to meet Gabrielle Carteris because she is butt-fucking hideous and was a complete waste of pixels on Beverly hills 90210. and i hate how she takes the school paper so seriously and rides brandon's ass. which reminds me, i do want to meet jason preistly. and eat his ass.
Tupac, Bluegrass, songs about Dio but not dio himself because he's too old to rock, deep breakfast by ray lynch because it makes you smarter.
the Avengers, wild hearts can't be broken, sliding doors, and crafty bastards. also, i really can't stand movies that fucking use sports as allegories for life and love and then call it "for love of the game." thanks captain obvious for insulting my intelligence.
happy shit like sex and the city. and 90210. no more morbid shit. it's giving me depression.
non-fiction, Fear of Flying, please understand me, and are you there god it's me margaret.
lohan, Jessica O'Donnell because she boned a Brazillian several times in one night, Justin Ross because he knows the meaning of every word (except minority and caucasian), Ashley Olsen because girlfriend has got it going on, Mr. Gypsy pants because teachers have class, Mary Poppins because she is shamelessly narcissistic, sophie and vance vienna, this angel because she is a prodigy:
brandon walsh, david keirsey, and INtjs