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01 January 2009 @ 05:09 am
10 Things to Know About Me  
I saw this on telltale's journal and thought it wasn't such a bad idea.

The original instructions:
"Once you’ve been tagged, you have to write an entry listing 16 random things, shortcomings, facts, habits or goals about you. At the end choose 16 people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them."

I couldn't think of 16 things and reduced them to 10 (so I could make a nice reference to "10 Things I Hate About You"), and I surely won't tag anyone. But I'd appreciate it if you decide to do it. I noticed that I know a lot about people's fandoms, but quite often not that much about... well, everything else. ;o)

I was a total failure at school when it came to science, but I consider myself a scientific person. I need proof, I cannot just believe. That's why I have no religion, don't believe in a god. I believe in something, though. A creative force I cannot (and do not want to) describe or give a name. I could say I believe in the power of nature, and in this case nature means the whole universe, may it be infinite or not.

I love space. The space above, stars, planets, galaxies. I spent a lot of time reading books about astronomy when I was younger, and even though (as mentioned before) I had no real understanding of this subject, I collected a pretty solid knowledge. My parents didn't care, as usually, but my granny loved to listen to me talking about dark matter, black holes, nebulae, quasars... Unfortunately I've forgotten most of it already. :o(

I believe you know by now that my parents and I have never been close. My mother and I don't get along at all. It might shock some of you, but I have no love for her. I don't hate her either, but in my opinion even parents have to earn their children's love. My mother did quite the opposite by humiliating and insulting me whenever she could. She still does that.
My maternal granny is the one I truly love. We lived in the same house for years, and she was the only one who listened to me. We still chat on the phone for hours every now and then.

I hate the smell of molten cheese. I hate it because it makes me feel nauseous. Just like fried eggs. I once threw up for almost 10 minutes when I got into the kitchen while my boyfriend was making himself fried eggs. So it's not so much a question of like/dislike, but some kind of oversensitivity to certain smells.

I'm a sucker for interior decoration. I neither have the money nor the space to live it out, but I do whatever I can with the tiny budget available. I've been dreaming of a trip to IKEA without any financial limit for years, but for some strange reason no one is willing to grant me that wish. ;o)

Gummi Bear-ish
I can easily live without chocolate, but not without gummi bears. Chocolate is actually too sweet and heavy for me, but gummi bears are just right. And they're cuter. ;o)

Sometimes I think I'm the most canon fangirl on the net. I reject everything that isn't canon, especially slash. Non-canon slash, mind you. I'm not interested in gay themed movies (there are exceptions like "Priest", though), shows or books because I cannot relate. It's just not my world, and it'll forever remain a mystery to me why so many straight women are totally into gay guys, but as long as characters, especially those I love, are not abused that way (which includes stuff like incest or so-called whumping), I don't care. What disgusts me most are child pornographic tendencies, especially in the Harry Potter fandom. Just NO!
I take characters on shows, movies and books as they are. Their creators and actors put (more or less) lots of work into bringing them to life, and that's something I respect.

I'm not a very extraverted person and I'm pretty bad at making new acquaintances/friends. It takes a long time until I open up. I don't like to go to parties with lots of strangers, and in those few cases I did, I preferred to observe the guests instead of getting into contact with them. This can be quite advantageous because I don't mind waiting at the bus station or at other public places. Instead I enjoy watching people. But once I'm close to someone, it's almost impossible to make me stop babbling.

I love scents, colours, delicious tastes and pleasant sounds. The wrong scent, colour (pink! *shudders*) and sound can drive me nuts. Also, too much of a certain colour I actually like is hard for me to bear. Lock me up in a room with lots of red, like a red sofa or a red wall, and I'll surely go insane after a while.

No, I'm not a fascinating person, but I prefer people which seem fascinating, interesting or charismatic to me over pretty ones. Pretty faces bore me to death. Almost perfectly looking men and women are a horror to me. Of course beauty lies in the eye of the beholder, but there are certain 'guidelines' what has to be considered beautiful, and in many cases that doesn't match my understanding of attractivity and beauty. Brad Pitt might still be the best example. Whenever there's talk about male beauty, his name is mentioned among the first. I look at him, and I don't like anything I see. Maybe I just have a bad taste. ;o)