I got closer to a kangaroo (less than 8 feet) than ever before.

I don't have to.

Among other things: Listening to music, reading books, playing with Legos and masturbating. (Not at the same time.)

The Hunger Games. It's a shame that they're even mentioned in the same breath for the sake of that question. I'd take 3 random sentences (or three random minutes) of The Hunger Games over that pile of sparkly vampire shit.

Loving me (and meaning it) counts for a lot. Very few have done so.

Optimism, patience, and human interaction.

Vampire. Closer to humans full-time and with better self control than werewolves. And if the Blade-like "daywalker" type is an option, the decision is even easier.

Overall, no. With one or two key people, a bit.

Battlefield Earth.

The people. There are far too many arrogant, self-centered assholes in my part of town.

"Storm Front" by Jim Butcher.

Both, but with a bit of a dependence on coffee.

Yes, but I haven't had proper snow-related fun in recent history.

With confidence? English. In decent enough form to order food, take a cab, and avoid an international incident? Spanish as well.

Trees and a parking lot.

Seeing a redneck hop into a vehicle with an HRC bumper sticker. There's something hopeful about being confronted with a positive contradiction to what I'm expecting.

Buy floatation devices. (I don't know how to swim.)

Yes. Well... unless it's a secret about other secrets. If you keep those, you'll completely fuck up the space-time continuum. True story.

Something involving fish. I tend to do a decent enough job with fish, so it's more likely to appease tummies than anything else I'd make. Or maybe pancakes.

I don't have one. Come back when you want my formula for failure.