• I love Sex and the City.
• I have a deep appreciation for light.
• I want to go four days without sleeping.
• I always feel really satisfied and proud when my knees are scraped up.
• I love dead things.
• I want to be domestic and be able to make things myself. i.e. woven belts, candles, beaded belts, woven baskets, wooden boxes, macrame...
• I feel like a lady when I paint my nails red and wear red lipstick.
• I like that he is a little bit religious. Even if I don't believe in anything beyond the earth and stars and science. He believes in God, and I do not, and this makes me feel like I am child when I am with him.
• I used to be a sad person.
• Every single night for the past 8 days I have gotten really really anxious about moving to Washington. It's always around this time; probably as a result of the dark and the solitude. I always manage to convince myself it will be allright before I go to sleep, but 24 hours later I feel the same once again.
• I'm getting real sad about this whole ordeal.

It's just that beginnings never go well for me.

• I don't believe in anything at all. I don't believe in anyone, and I don't believe in myself.
• I love climbing stairs. It is so satisfying.