The only movie I ever walked out of was the Santa Clause. I did watch it almost entirely to the end...suffering...but there was just something about tying up all the pretty bows (Here's the toy you never got. Here's the blah blah poop.) pushed me over the edge and I walked out. Luckily it seemed the moment I did it gave everyone else permission to do the same.

Now don't get me wrong. I love Tim Allen. My dad IS Tim Taylor...but looks a little more like Al. That movie? Balls.

Um...anything cooked at a BBQ?

Easy. Louis de Pointe du Lac from Interview with the Vampire. Not Brad Pitt. Louie. Every single sleepover I EVER had I would rent that movie to watch with my friends.

Just for a moment...while we're on it. I've read Twilight. Yeah, "It's a love story against all odds" Fart, fart, fart. "Edward's the perfect mate" Poop, poop, poop. I read them. I get it. But Louie is a real Vampire! No whiny mortal wife holding him back. NO GLITTER! Nothing working out in the end, adding to his darkness and therefore, sex appeal.

That was a REAL Vampire.

Yeah...no glitter.

There are so many ways to answer this:

Alcohol: Jameson and Ginger with a cherry and just a splash of the juice.

Starbucks: Grande soy hot chocolate with one pump of mocha and one pump of hazelnut. No vanilla. (Just an FYI...Starbucks puts a little vanilla in the hot chocolate. That's what makes it so good!) Yes, I will still have the whipped cream. The soy's not for lactose. I just like the texture and flavor it adds for this drink. IT TASTES LIKE COCOA PUFFS! IN A CUP! Seriously. Go try it.

To Wake Up: Earl Grey Tea; Hot. Just like Jean Luc Picard. I will add sugar from time to time. Don't tell the Captain.

To Cool Down: Sweet as hell tea. Remember? Southern.

Soda: Mexican mother-effing Coke. Good DAMN I love Mexican Coke. Sometimes when I ask for it at taco places I feel a little racists. Then, one time when my husband called, he ordered two cokes. The guy on the other end, who I am assuming was Hispanic only based on his accent, responded, "Mexican or regular." I won't lie. I laughed a long time. Also, I've let myself release that Mexican Coke guilt.

Hmmm...I actually really wish I had a cool answer to this but at this point in my life probably the weirdest thing I've eaten is sashimi which isn't really weird...just delicious.

The first time I ever ate sushi I was on what had to be a first through third date with my first real boyfriend. I was a band nerd with braces. He was this blond hair, blue-eyed Adonis (as far as I was ever concerned) and so not the type I thought I would ever go for. You see, while being the trifecta of nerd (band/drama/flag corps) I liked to think myself quite dark and moody. Unfortunately, that always stayed on the inside and locked away in journals covered with naked cherubs. (Yeah. That's right. You heard me.)

So, he tells me he wants to take me to sushi. I'm like a junior in high school, living below the Mason-Dixon and all I know of sushi is that I think, maybe, at one point, someone on a show like Melrose Place or 90210 ordered that or ate it or talked about it. That and the fact it was raw fish.

I was slightly nervous.

We arrived and the place was very nice and I was of course atwitter (not in an internet way. This was the 90's my friends. Twitter wasn't born yet.) but at the same time concerned. It was obvious that, without a doubt, before this night was done, I would eat raw fish.

Now, before you start rolling your eyes and such let me tell you something...I'm a southern girl. Southern cooking has a very particular flare and when you are raised upon its' gentle waves of butter and char you really develop a flavor for things cooked...for a long time...typically after adding pork. Yum. Or, the way God intended; Over an open flame. That doesn't mean I didn't like a little blood in my meat. It just meant I wasn't comfortable with raw things.

My date rips in and orders sashimi while suggesting California Rolls for myself. A great first safe step. I remember thinking, as he adeptly plucked the piece of raw fish up with the chopsticks, dipping them quickly in the slurry of wasabi and soy he had instructed me to make before placing the piece in his mouth, "This guy was weird."

Luckily...I kinda have a thing for weird.

Like this: http://tosh.comedycentral.com/blog/2011/08/02/im-a-stupid-fing-cat/

This is a hard one. I'm a weirdo so something weird would be awesome to me. I guess if someone bought me something normal and practical...like a sweater or socks.

Um...just the one...English...pretty badly. I can speak enough Spanish to tell a kid to sit down, ask them how their day was and let them know I know that what they just said was a curse word.

Did I have posters up around my house? No. Did I dance like a mad man whenever one of his songs came on? Hell yes!

Yes but not the modern traditional (read Christian) God. I believe in God as a representation of the male aspects of all of life, as a counter part to the female aspects and a very part of all living things around us. I believe the male and female parts work together like the sun and moon. The sun gives the light to the moon but it is the moon that uses that power to effect the tides and therefore allow life on earth. The male, God if you will, is the sun, giving the moon, the female, the power. Even though he has the power he can do nothing without her and she would be powerless without him.

It's all about balance people.

TV! ALL DAY! I wish I could just do it but I love my video games and netflix. At least I never watch cable anymore since netflix. I feel so much better about TV not being constantly subjected to advertisements and fear!

I need the computer. I have an online business and a facebook addiction. OH! And Sims 3! Couldn't live without that. YES! Also got an early Pottermore account! Yep...need my computer.