I've seen this in several people's journals (good ol' Random feature), and I figured I might as well fill it out myself. Why not? Not like I have anything better to do... err...
I see: through Cokebottle lenses.
I need: rest.
I find: lots of stuff after having misplaced it for months or years.
I want: my stomach to stop acting like it's hurting. You have no reason to hurt! Stop it!
I have: chapped lips. Blech.
I love: everyone who loves me. And probably a few people who don't.
I hate: hatred. Mmm, vicious cycle.
I miss: the days when I had enough imagination to pretend like I was somebody special.
I fear: Life, the Universe, and Everything.
I feel: lonely. Everyone's either offline or afk.
I hear:
OKGO. I just got their second CD in the mail today. It came with a hand-written thankyou note on Garfield stationery, just like Becky's order, but unlike hers, my note was not spritzed with cologne. Ah, well.
I smell: bad. *ducks* Actually, my room smells faintly like sawdust, or so I like to think. It's a lovely smell.
I crave: peace, inner and outer.
I search: for meaning, my own and everything's.
I wonder: why people are so goddamn stupid.
I regret: not being brave enough to ever really say what I'm feeling. Even here, my words come to you all through a dozen filters of ego and fear.
When was the last time you...
Smiled?: Hrm. I think I mocked my brother earlier today, which meant I would have been grinning. Does that count?
Laughed?: Last night. I got in exactly one laugh all day yesterday, but it was a good laugh, so that made up for it. Thanks, Chris.
Cried?: Don't remember.
Bought something?: Ordered some CDs couple days ago.
Danced?: Never.
Were sarcastic?: When I was mocking my brother.
Kissed someone?: Never.
Talked to an ex?: Um. Gosh. Forever ago. I don't even remember when I last saw him. Maybe he died.
Watched your favorite movie?: I'm not even sure I really have -a- favorite.
Had a nightmare?: Recently, I think. Or it might have just been a really creepy dream without moving into nightmare territory. I have a lot of those.
Last book you read:
V for Vendetta, by Alan Moore and David Lloyd. ...graphic novels count, right?
Last movie you saw: I honestly don't remember.
Last song you heard: Antmusic, cover by OKGO. It's in my ears right now.
Last thing you had to drink: Water.
Last time you showered: Day before yesterday... I really need another one in before the brother clogs the drain again, thereby making it impossible for me to get a shower without winding up in soapy water halfway to my knees...
Yes,
halfway to my knees. It takes me a LONG time to get all the shampoo out of my hair, and that tub's pretty high.
Last thing you ate: Corn dogs with green ketchup.
Do you...
Smoke?: Take
Do drugs?: a wild
Have sex?: guess.
Sleep with stuffed animals?: Newp.
Live in the moment?: Sometimes I will set aside moments in which to live, but generally, no. Too busy being worried.
Have a boyfriend/girlfriend?: Nah. People love me, but they don't -- you know --
love me.
Have a dream that keeps coming back?: Not since I was a little kid.
Play an instrument?: A baby accordion, badly. I'd like to learn guitar -- hey, why not? Mom's boyfriend has a closetful of 'em since he gave up writing that book...
Believe there is life on other planets?: Hey, why not? Be surreal if all those bajillions of other planets out there were empty...
Remember your first love?: Yerp.
Still love him/her?: In a different way, but yes.
Read the newspaper?: The comics, and sometimes an article or two from the 'amusing stuff we put here to try to look like we're cool' section.
Have any gay, lesbian or bisexual friends?: Next you should ask me whether I have any minority friends. But you won't, will you? I didn't think so.
Believe in miracles?: Well, how else do you explain that face in my burrito?
Believe it's possible to remain faithful forever?: No, because people tend to die first.
Consider yourself tolerant of others?: I honestly have more of a knee-jerk reaction to organized Christianity than I'd like. Too many unpleasant mental associations there. But other than that, sure, why not?
Consider love a mistake?: It could be.
Like the taste of alcohol?: Nope.
Have a favorite candy?: Cheesecake truffles from Godiva. Mmmmmmm... pity they didn't have any the last time we were there.
Believe in astrology?: Not really. But it's fun to play with.
Believe in magic?: Depends on whose definition of magic you're using.
Believe in God?: There's something. Whether it's conscious or singular or male or whether it even knows we're here... ehhh... form your own hypotheses. And then don't try stapling them to me.
Pray?: I used to, kind of. But I got tired of being completely ignored by Whatever might be up/down/out there, and I figured I could use the sleep that I could be getting instead, so I stopped.
Go to Church?: If I want to hear someone tell me how I'm a horrible, horrible monster just for having my own opinions, I'll hang out with Republicans.

Have any secrets?: Lots.
Have any pets: One deranged cat named Norman.
Do well in school?: Yup.
Go to or plan to go to college?: Yup.
Have a major?: Not yet.
Talk to strangers who instant message you?: Sometimes. You can make good friends that way.
Wear hats?: Sometimes.
Have any piercings?: Ear-only, yes.
Have any tattoos?: Nope.
Hate yourself?: I... tolerate myself, anyway. Hate was for junior high and early high school.
Have an obsession?: I have lots of those!
Have a secret crush?: Hmm... just to be evil to all the guys I know... I'm gonna say yes to this one... although I might be lying...
you just never know. Do they know yet?: Well, that would ruin my chance to terrify innocent guys with the horrible possibility of my having a crush on them, now wouldn't it. :P
Collect anything?: Stamps. Dead mice (the computer kind! not the furry kind!). Sticks.
Have a best friend?: Yerp.
Wish on stars?: Nah, not really.
Like your handwriting?: It makes a useful code for when I want to be indecipherable.
Have any bad habits?: Millions.
Care about looks?: Not really, no. Although I do think that people with two eyes and something resembling hair on their heads tend to be rather lovely.
Boy/girlfriend's looks?: The context of this question isn't clear, but I think my answer is 'not applicable'.
Believe in witches?: Heck, I should. I was the Witch of all Witches once, you know.
(Sixth grade play. I'm not a satanist. Thank you.)Believe in Satan?: Hmm... Satan wasn't in that play.
Believe in ghosts?: Kinda.
And apparently it ends there.
So. Good 'nuff?