my paper heart will bleed. my heart on paper.

I am rubber, you are glue. Nicknames slide off of me and are forgotten in the infinite abyss. And stuff tends to cling to you at most inconventient times.
I love my friends. A lot. Like, that kind of a lot where it's a lot.
I love pretty words like baby's breath, shattered tears, kiss, pool of silk, fierce, neck, caress, skin, and catastrophe.
I love puns and the Bard.
I know I'm loved when someone tells me and/or when they kiss my forehead.
I make wishes all the time and on anything. The first star I saw, the fiftieth star I saw, an eyelash, an eyebrow, a clasp showing on a necklace, a twisted ring, when the hours match the minutes, when I have the hiccups, etc.
When I'm upset I want a hug and someone to play acoustic guitar and sing for me.
I sneeze a lot.
I believe in true love and soul mates and Santa. Haven't yet decided about Elvis.
Tiger lilies are my favorite.
I love the name Ophelia, and I think it's beautiful that she drowned in a white dress.
I like the word clamidya, and if it weren't a nasty disease, would consider naming my daughter it.
I really like taking pictures. I just don't think I'm that good at it. Not on purpose at least.
I can't say the word Tylenol properly.
When I spell words, I say how they sound, like scissors, knight, knife and egregious.
I talk to myself a lot, and often will make the proper facial expressions to correspond with my conversation without being aware of it. As a result, I often have to rearrange my face.
I face away from the water in the shower, and always wash my hair first.
I can't clench my pinkies without my ring finger and sometimes middle finger clenching as well.
And I have really really small hands. (Even in the rain.) And they're rarely warm.
If I sit "like a lady", my legs fall asleep and I get nasty bruises on my butt. My buttbones could cut diamonds.
I love having a crafty project to work on.
I think I'm hysterical. I'm the only one who thinks that.
I laughed after writing that.
No one else did.
I really love my friends. Still.
I like being a little kid.
Spontaneous fun is the most fun.
I love sweet things.
And nachos.
I'm a sucker for a really bad pick up line.
People expect me to be dominant and I usually am. Not really on purpose though.
I'm fascinated by stories. Especially mythology and folk tales.
I like the color green and how babies' mouths move when they sleep, as though they're whispering the secrets of the universe to themselves.
I have 34 freckles/beauty marks/angel kisses on my arms, shoulders, and face. And two on my legs. And one in my eyebrow.
I have never broken a bone and my scars are the color of toast. Toasted toast, not half-on-fire toast or you-can't-tell-I-was-toasted toast.
Poor grammar bugs me.
I believe that in the episode of the Angry Beavers in which Norbert owes Daggat some favor or another, (so Daggat writes it in waterproof marker on the inside of his eyelids so he doesn't forget) they were really on to something.
I joke about Karma though I'm not sure if I believe in it.
I once was sitting on my bed staring out my window and I could only see the first row of trees because the fog obscured the rest. As I sat there, I realized that I didn't really know if the world ended there or not. I assumed it didn't, and that Linda Lane was behind them just as it usually is, but I couldn't prove it in that moment. This lead to a really long and elaborate chain of thought in which I decided that things don't end, they just change. People don't die, we just stop being able to see them. Just like the trees (and the world). They didn't end, I just couldn't see them anymore.
There's nothing less sexy in the entire world than a picture of a person on the phone. In Newsweek, they did an interview on Orlando Bloom, so of course they had to put a picture of him there. Now, Orlando Bloom is an attractive specimen of human. I'm not saying he's like, God, or absolutely blazin' or anything, but he is attractive. The picture of him was a close up of his face while he was lying down on a bed or something, and he's holding a phone to his ear and gazing up at the camera. Biggest turn off ever. I simply do not understand this trend of 'talk on the phone pictures'. In my opinion, it makes the person seem very disconnected. A sexy picture is a picture of someone looking intently and straight into the camera, so that when you look at the picture, the person looks as though they're communicating directly with you. It's intimate and personal instead of off-hand. Plus, no matter how posed the non-phone picture may be, it ALWAYS looks more natural than a phone picture. A phone picture says (in an extremely forced way) "Hi. I'm too busy to be concerned with you. I have lots of friends and I'm too cool to bother with the likes of you. Tell me I'm hot, I get it all the time, and then leave me alone, because I'm a busy person." Not sexy. At all. A phone picture directly communicates that whoever is on the phone is more important that the person taking the picture, so that whoever looks at the picture is automatically less important than the person on the phone. And that's a faux pas. The purpose of a picture is to capture a glimpse of someone's soul, yet a phone picture captures a glimpse of the worst aspects of a person. I find it highly offensive.
The reason I have made this list is to show myself (and I suppose whoever reads this) how I am unique and how no one else is me. Although they may have some similar things about them, I am the only person to which everything on this list applies to.
I don't really believe in angels. I like the idea, and I think it's a sweet symbolism for recycled energy.
I love my body even though it's not perfect.
My guilty pleasure is bad music. (I.e. pop/punk.)
I really really really hate Green Day's American Idiot CD. I liked it when it first came out, but now it makes me want to vomit. I can't decide what was overplayed more: that or "My Heart Will Go On".
I also really hated the book "A Child Called It." I resent emotional manipulation. I didn't think that it was a well written novel, but because of the issues it deals with, one is FORCED to cry. I am emotional enough and cry about plenty of things (Bambi, anyone?) but I hate being in a situation that makes you cry even though it doesn't touch you deeply. That novel was badly written, but it takes an iron fist and squeezes out superficial tears that don't touch you deeply. "My Sister's Keeper", now that's a novel that makes you cry from your soul, not from your eyes. I'm also pissed off at the 6th Harry Potter novel for the same superficial tears. Except that it was well written, the rest of it.
I love singing- just not in the shower.
I try to pick up the phone as soon as possible.
I'm endlessly fascinated with the things we are born knowing how to do. Babies are born knowing how to suck, how to breathe, how to blink, and they will grip your finger in their tiny little hands. I don't know why that gripping reflex happened- the rest seem sorta logical, but that doesn't. Interesting fact though; when babies are breast fed, they usually press on the top of the breast, and by doing so release "sweet milk" from their mother. That certain spot when touched or pressed or something while breast feeding induces extra oxytocin throughout the mother and that chemical gives a feeling of bonding and closeness.
I'm usually cold.
I like letters a lot more than numbers, and I really don't like abbreviations. I don't like internet lingo, with a few exceptions. (For example, "brb," since it's fast if you have to go enjoy your French toast before it gets cold or if you have to save your grandma because she's on fire.)
I'm very cuddly and I touch my friends a lot, either by linking arms, hugging, leaning against each other, etc.
If I don't know you, I do NOT want you near me. I have a huge personal bubble. This applies to adults as well.
I don't kiss relatives on the mouth. Actually, I don't kiss them much at all. I'm all about the hugs.
I love dancing at clubs/dances.
I don't identify with religion.
I also don't identify with sexuality, though I am a very sexual creature.
I don't believe my fortune cookies unless they have one or more of my lucky numbers on them. Exceptions can be made for really really cute or stupid fortunes.
I really hate being scared/startled. I don't think it's funny at all.
I'm not a big fan of practical jokes being played on me. On someone else is alright. (If they don't get hurt.)
I always wear my Livestrong.
I am completely comfortable with myself.
I would love to eat purely organic foods for the rest of my life.
When I'm nervous or anxious about something, I dance in my sleep.
I cannot resist warm things. (Sunbeams, the couch when someone gets off of it, heated seats, heating pads, etc.)
I'm currently procrastinating.
I always root for the underdog
One of my pet peeves is imperfect nails.
I have this insane weakness for really skinny guys. Especially tall skinny guys. (Daniel V. from Project Runway, anyone?! Yowza. It's a shame he's gay.)
I love passionately.
I like people with wide mouths and huge smiles. I also like guys with super curly hair so it turns into an almost afro sorta thing. Also, super mini sproingy dreds.
I'm a lover, not a fighter.
I dance. Passionately.
My mood has a direct relationship with the weather.
I really don't care about Smallville anymore.
I'm a sucker for a candy book, and am seriously debating spending my Friday night in the library reading them.
I love my friends.
I have no patience for fake people.
I have no idea where this quotation is from: "You can't dust for vomit."
I just searched it and apparently it has something to do with Spinal Tap, although I never saw it.
I will no longer fear when a guy claims that he's gonna punch me in the ovaries. Guys don't know where ovaries are.
I am easily hurt, because I'm a romantic who wants nothing more than love.
I wash my hair first (and twice before conditioning) before washing my face and then the rest of my body.
I really do like to be alone even though I know it makes me sort of a loser.
I'm petrified by suspenseful music.
I do not drink, nor do I think I ever will.
I don't like pina coladas, but I do like getting caught in the rain. I am into yoga (not champange), I've got a complete brain. I like love everywhere and anywhere. I want to escape.
I do not like guns.
I always curl my eyelashes though I don't always wear mascara, and I rarely wear any other makeup.
I always have chapstick.
My hiccups hurt me.
I've got a sweet fang.
My hands are never warm.
I like to sing one very very loud note while in a quiet, empty room.
I am a hopeless romantic. Not just someone who likes holding hands, not just a romantic, but a completely gooey squishy flowers, teddy bears, sweet nothings, cuddling, staring into each other's eyes for forever hopeless romantic.
I like being naked.
On the phone, I hang up first.
I am embarassed to eat at parties.
I prefer to be barefoot.
I have been complimented on my body skin most.
I have impossible allergies.
I love the feeling of sun on my skin.
YouTube makes me really irrationally happy.
Reading in the pool has become one of my favorite things.
Feeling water on my bare skin is another one of my favorite things.
I'm feeling giggly, though I have nothing to giggle at.
I could cuddle forever.
When kissed on my back, I get chills.
I taste like rainbows.
I find the smell of plastic incredibly calming.
I don't think Saturday Night Live is particularly funny.
I do think cartoons are funnier when you're in a group.
I like boys who bite their nails. Primarily because I hate boys with long nails.
When watching TV, I frequently don't laugh, even if I am amused.
I always call back. At the very soonest possible moment.