Losing myself in a good book, writing so much I forget to eat, dying my hair so much that it starts to fall out, screaming into my pillow as loud as I can, going to concerts and getting lost in the music, going on nerdy tangents, people-watching, day-dreaming to the point of being confused about reality, using my face as a canvas, singing opera and hard rock, getting pierced, smothering my husband with as much mushy loveyness as I can, inflicting pain on others, jumping on the bed, hot starbucks on a cold day, mismatched clothing, wearing boots that make me feel tall and powerful, naming inanimate objects so I can yell at them, watching hockey with my boys, soul-crushing hugs, making up words, dressing up in costumes when it's not Halloween, playing in the rain till I'm soaked and get pnuemonia, promoting as many good authors and bands/singers as I can manage, analzing dreams, clowns/harlequins/jesters, going to musicals and singing the songs on the way home, collecting nifty hats, staying up all night and sleeping all day, my irrational fear of zombies, dangerously peering over the edge of cliffs, going to museums and the movies by myself, Tim Burton movies, laughing at the girls freaking out whilst watching horror movies, traveling as much as possible, boys that wear makeup and nailpolish, getting obsessed with something new, learning.