Vector calculus turns me on. I like to sleep in tiny cramped spaces. I have a stack of Star Wars books I'm slowly reading during lunchtime instead of eating. I'm looking for someone to cuddle with under a blanket while sitting on a giant bean bag chair and watching kung-fu movies with crappy dubbing and predictable plots.
I have a box of tea on top of my fridge but I'll probably never drink any of it since putting the water in a bowl and microwaving it is too much work. Also I drink tea out of bowls.
I spend an inordinate amount of time staring at walls and placing my head against objects. I pick leaves out of the carpet constantly because they keep blowing into my house despite the door being closed. I'm convinced it's Voodoo.
I like to keep my living room obsessively empty so I can dance around in circles and make carpet angels. I don't wear shoes in the house so my carpet is really clean. This has been rendered moot since I moved to a place without a carpet. I now live in abject sadness.
I like to watch "Will it Blend?" and have an urge to buy some gigantic Lego set so I can get pissed off while building it. Those two things aren't related.
I like right angles and keep everything in my house in impeccable order so everything is easy to clean.
I fangirl the fuck out about things I like and always want to meet people who also do such things.
And I believe in the usage of conjunctions at the beginning of sentences for comedic effect. That's called artistic liberty; deal with it.
If you wanna hang out on Steam and shoot zombies or dinosaurs that'd be awesome.