English, hands down. If we're talking college, then it's a toss-up between Anthropology and Psychology.

Goodnight Moon was the book that started it all. It's the first book I remember reading on my own, and I still like cracking it open every so often. It's wonderfully written for something so incredibly simple.

Sherlock Holmes: Game of Shadows. Oh, such a delightful movie! I do prefer the BBC's modernized Sherlock, but for good old Victorian era Holmes, there's really no beating Robert Downey Jr. and Jude Law.

Simon and Garfunkel's The Sound of Silence. I LOVE that song. Alternatively, for the really old-ass stuff, I'm oddly fond of Ave Maria (in its various forms and compositions, anyway). I don't much care for Latin, but that song is beautiful when properly sung.

Maybe. At this point in my life, I don't even date. A part of it is that I don't have the time for it. On any given day, I've usually got a to-do list that's the length of my forearm, and for every task I cross off, at LEAST one other takes it's place. Add to this that I am somewhat selfish where my me-time is concerned because really, no matter who you are and how special you are to me, sometimes I just need to sprawl out on the couch by myself and play a video game.

That said, I'm a tremendous romantic. I get all giddy and teary-eyed over a good romantic story, and I'd honestly love nothing more than to find a person that would lay out in an open field with me to just sit and watch the stars. I'm a notorious sap to the very core of my being, and I would love to genuinely fall in love with someone one of these days. It appears, however, that I am psychologically/physiologically/philosophically/whatever-else-ically incapable of "settling" for anything less than my absolute ideal; additionally, I am incredibly patient, to the point that dying an unmarried virgin really does not phase me in the least little bit (until I watch/read something sappy, mind you, like those two "Romeo and Juliet" skeletons those archaeologists unearthed in Rom. Hnnngg). When combined with the fact that I don't seem to know what my "ideal" is, this is a problem when I ponder the thought of getting married someday.

And lastly... marriage itself has its positives and negatives. With all of the divorce statistics and the tax benefits and the fighting over whether homosexuals should be allowed to be married, the whole thing just feels like some sort of warped business transaction, or a status symbol or something. I don't know. I'm very conflicted on the idea of getting married, so all I can give you is a maybe. While not every girl dreams of becoming a princess, I am reasonably certain that each and every woman out there, regardless of race, orientation, political background, whatever else, has at least once entertained the thought of getting married someday. It's one of those seeds that, once sown, is somewhat impossible to uproot in its entirety.

I like my capacity to care about other people. I talk about how I've lost faith in humanity, how I'm jaded and people suck, etc. On the whole, I suppose it's true; but on the level of the individual, I have an incredible capacity to care about and look after other people. I'm told that I'm sweet and warm and easy to talk to, and I like that. I wouldn't say it's something I'm embarrassed to admit to liking about myself, and it's not humility that keeps me from being like "Oh hey, you know what I really like about me?"; rather, it's just not something that warrants mentioning. I mean, if there's truth to it, I shouldn't have to point it out to people, right? So I just go on doing what I do, being who I am, and those things that I love about myself become things that other people love about me, too.

Or, you know, something like that.

Oh hey, look at me, answering questions from nearly a year ago! I forgot I had this thing. The only bit of my "bedtime ritual" that is in any way constant is the facial care ritual. Face washing and lotion-ing and teeth-brushing, etc. If I don't have to be up at a specific time the next morning, I'll usually pass out on the couch before eventually moving upstairs to my bed. Horrible habit formed in childhood, but it's just so relaxing.

GAH. I want to buy the base wig so badly, but I don't have the money for it right now. Hopefully soon, though.... =( I need a new job.

Ancient Egypt, most likely. Inarguably the best hygiene and healthcare of the ancient world, and men and women were seen as equals. Women could own property, initiate divorce, run businesses - they could even become great rules. Most importantly, though, is that this was a culture that believed in falling in love when so many cultures of the ancient world arranged marriages of profit and convenience, often with no input or approval from the woman involved.

Plus, I'm really a desert girl at heart. All that sand <3

I suppose we'll see once SH8 comes out, won't we? A lot of people panicked when Uematsu left the Final Fantasy franchise behind, but good came from that. Crisis Core and XIII both have wonderful music, albeit very different from Uematsu's stuff. I love Yamaoka's work, and while I'm disappointed that he won't be returning to the series... well, I'm curious. What comes next, I wonder?

Barq's rootbeer. AWESOME. Non-soda healthy stuff, Metromint's peppermint water... though I can't find the stuff anywhere nowadays =( Favorite alcoholic drink? A good sweet riesling or eiswein.

The battle theme from FFXIII.

Chrno Crusade. I love the characters, and it tugs on my heartstrings in the best and worst of ways. It's a story that will stick with you for a long, long time. And there's an ass kicking, gun toting nun with her trusty demon sidekick - what more could you want?

I would do anything to be able to fly, for serious. Breathing underwater is small time in comparison. I mean seriously, who the hell would want to go down so deep that you can't just come up for air? Flying ftw.

I wanted to be a badass - that about sums it up. Of all the things I've ever wanted to be, the single common theme was that they all allowed for adventure. I wanted to be the vocalist of a rock band, a paleontologist, an archaeologist, an astronomer, a foreign envoy...

Not my drink of choice, but the lemonade (very important to state that this is different from the CRANBERRY lemonade) is pretty good. Grape and watermelon are bearable, cranberry lemonade is shit tier, and blue raspberry is vomit fuel.

To exist. What meaning you find beyond that is yours and yours alone - the only purpose assigned at birth is simply to be.

The rain. When I was still living in the desert, my sister and I would bum rush the backyard whenever a summer storm blew through. We'd grab our parents' sleeping bags and bundle up inside of them, our tiny little heads poking out and just watching the rain fall. We'd usually sit on the porch under the cover of the roof, but there was this one time that Whitney and I decided to venture out into the rain to hide under the fronds of one of the dwarf palm trees in the yard. It's the desert, so pretty much every yard has these crushed red rocks (think terracotta) somewhere in the landscape, and ours was no exception. They were nice and warm under the cushion of the sleeping bags, and the air was cool and wet. I'll never forget the sound of the raindrops pattering against the palm, or the way the water ran off of the tips of the frond in solid streams. It lasted for all of ten minutes, maybe fifteen, but it's one of the most beautiful moments of my life.

Myriad - nay, a veritable PLETHORA of naked sweaty pillow fights. It. Will. Be. Glorious.

If planes fail me, then yes, I will certainly try.