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Current Ship Obsessions:
Caroline/Elijah (TVD)
Stefan/Caroline (TVD)
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085. I write myself motivational emails the night before every school day. Even though I know they’re from me (obviously), I never fail to feel like I really can handle the day when I read it first thing when I wake up or on the ride to school. It always makes me smile.
086. I can always tell that I’m emotionally invested in a character because in my head I start calling them, “Sweetie.” Like when Dean cries on Supernatural, without fail, I think, “Oh, sweetie…” Seriously, every time. It’s the same for Sam Winchester, Castiel, Chloe Sullivan, Oliver Queen, Sam Evans, Rachel Berry, Noah Puckerman, etc. If I really get into a show and I truly love a character, whenever something bad happens to them, I can actually feel my heartbreaking for and with them.
087. I’m slightly very obsessed with Dr. Phil. I watch him daily, mostly via OnDemand. I’m not saying he’s always right or that I always agree with him, but I do love watching his show. And I support his End the Silence on Domestic Violence campaign.
088. I honestly, really, seriously dislike my roommate. He drives me nuts. When I hear him walking past my room, I physically cringe. As soon as he starts talking, I’m rolling my eyes, and half the time I don’t even recognize I’m doing it. He’s severely self-involved and he constantly does everything I tell him not to. Even the simplest of things. Five years later - I stay because the rent is good | I’m masochistic - and he still can’t shut off the damn lights in his bedroom when he leaves for THE REST OF THE DAY. Or do his dishes, which he made at like 1am and just left for me to do! And he borrows my stuff without asking, smokes at my computer and leaves his ashes all over the damn place, and constantly interrupts me in the middle of whatever I might be saying because he’s had a sudden brain-fart. UGH, just writing about him makes me angry. lol
089. I was so close with my best girl friend in high school, that my dad thought we were together. It wasn’t until she got engaged and had a baby with a guy that he came to the conclusion we weren’t. We were just super close. Sometimes she sat in my lap and he took it to be something more intimate than it was. The way we grew up, we were both hurt emotionally by our parents and we relied heavily on each other for stability. I was never offended; I believe everybody has a right to love. I was actually proud of him for not making it a big deal and not judging me for something he assumed to be true, when I knew that he had preconceived notions about people who were gay. If anything, it was a bit of a blessing, because I know that if I was, he would have accepted me. One of his closest friends now is gay; it’s nice to see that he overcame his old ignorance.
090. As a teenager, I was really angry, so my sense of humor was dark and often at the expense of others. Looking back now, I still feel awful about possibly hurting people’s feelings, especially my friends.
091. One of my favorite things about my dad is that he recycles all of his old jokes. I know them so well, I mouth them along with him and still laugh because I think he’s adorable.
092. Growing up, I was obsessed with the movie Annie. I’d watch it over and over, rewinding it only to play it again and sing every song at the top of my lungs. My mom would hide the tape because she was sick and tired of hearing the same thing. Seriously, I did this until I was ten and then the tape mysteriously disappeared. I now have it on DVD.
093. I’m left-handed, and very proud of it. Although I can use my right just as well, so I just say I’m ambidextrous.
094. Whenever somebody says, “Papa?” I immediately sing/think “♪Papa can you hear me…?♪” In my head, it’s Lea Michele’s voice.
