How about a list of pet loves and hates? Everybody loves lists, right? :)

So, I love...
Sleeping in after staying up really late.
Getting messages from people who liked one of my tests.
Dance-offs.
Making or receiving mix CDs.
Writing poetry of the non emo/nobody-understands-me variety.
Absorbing music, film, food.
Quirky humour.
Good conversation.
Hiking (or a walk through the Botanic Gardens when I've got less time).
Winter.
Modelling clay.
The beach.
Laid-back bars and lounges.
Existentialism.
Being chatty with people who work in menial jobs to make their day more interesting.
Finding my inner child.
Agnosticism.
Sitting back and watching other people interact.
Impulse shopping.
Hugs.
Daydreaming.
Nintendo in all forms and iterations.
Cooking for/with friends.
Spontaneity.
Ninjas.
Chip butty.
Moral grey areas.
Procrastination.
Dreaming up ways to make my profile longer than anyone else's.

I cannot stand...
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Those people who push the button at pedestrian crossings when it's freakin' obvious someone else already has.
Early morning starts.
Control freaks. Hospitals.
Misuse of the term "straight-acting".
People who screen phone calls.
People who describe THEMSELVES as 'funny', 'witty' or 'intelligent' (don't tell people you're smart, you're trying too hard).
Going to nightclubs for anything other than dancing.
University vending machines that never get repaired.
Clothing with brand names in obvious places.
Emo and indie fashion trends - including, but not limited to, Ed Hardy.
Overcensorship.
Commercials that masquerade as public service announcements, a lá Brand Power - helping you buy better.
People whose answer when asked for their favourite music is "oh, pretty much anything". Or people who list as many obscure bands as possible.
Fast food.
The effect iPods and other electronic gadgets seem to be having on people's manners (except when it comes to salespeople, when they're a handy barrier).
Rude receptionists, bouncers, bus drivers and librarians.
Paris Hilton. And now Lindsay Lohan, too. They're making me hate magazine covers.

Trying to figure it out.

Trying not to figure it out too much.

More literally, I'm a student - I'll eventually finish a degree in psych and one in media. I also review films and albums for one of the street press over here and do some work as a carer.

Hugs. I get around.

My guilty smile.

As far as books go, I've always ended up reading stuff for uni, so I can't really say much.

Movies? Too many to name, so I'll just say that I recently saw The September Issue and Departures and was really pleased with both.

Aside from that, I'll just stick with naming filmmakers, screen writers and such: Wong Kar Wai, Michel Gondry, Hayao Miyazaki, Jonathan Glazer, Miranda July, Jim Jarmusch, Charlie Kaufman, Pedro Almódovar, Jason Reitman, Alan Ball, Joss Whedon, Alejandro Inárritu, Sofia Coppola, Isabel Coixet, Nicole Holofcener, Woody Allen, David Mamet, Christopher Guest.

Music... there's an obscenely large list I could write here, but I'll keep it short and go with some current favourites: Sun Kil Moon, Pnau (and lots of other good Australian electro like Cut Copy and Gerling), Utada Hikaru, Pizzicato Five, Joni Mitchell, Archie Bronson Outfit, !!!, Télépopmusik, Pink, Bjork, the scores of Alexandre Desplat, Motoi Sakuraba and Gustavo Santolalla, Bonobo, Saint Etienne, Nicolas Repac, Sebastien Tellier, Blonde Redhead, David Bowie, Archive, Emiliana Torrini, Goldfrapp, Simian Mobile Disco, Royksopp, Suga Shikao, Crystal Kay, Bent, Air, Preston School of Industry, Cibo Matto and Kelis before Nas started having an impact on her work.

Food-wise, I'm a big fan of chocolate: milk or dark, but white chocolate is just unnatural. Also love wood-oven pizza, thai food, sushi, vanilla yoghurt, scones, pineapple, or a good curry or satay. Oh, and chip butty. Chip butty rocks my socks. Yum.

This section didn't ask for TV shows, but I'll add that I completely adore Angel, Six Feet Under, Arrested Development, Weeds, Buffy, the Vampire Slayer, Dilbert, The Office (the British one), Dexter, Carnevale, Drawn Together, Mind of the Married Man, Top Chef, and when I'm feeling like something a little trashy, America's Next Top Model. We get Australia's Next Top Model here, too, but I'm not sold on that yet.

Oooh, and anime! Saikano (aka She, the Ultimate Weapon), Neon Genesis Evangelion, Paranoia Agent, Someday's Dreamers, Chobits, Earth Defender Mao-chan, Genshiken, Fruits Basket, Twin Spica, Lucky Star, Samurai Champloo, Cowboy Bebop, Read or Dream, Haibane Renmei, Nodame Cantabile, Guardian of the Sacred Spirit, So Long, Mr. Despair, Death Note, Gunslinger Girl, Kamichu, Boogiepop Phantom.

My bed, music, friends. And, uh... food, water and oxygen.

Almost everything else is replaceable. Including most of my family.

I think about why I end up with so much powdery stuff at the bottom of a bag of honey-roasted cashews.

I think about what celebrities are doing right now... like do you think Halle Berry might be getting around to buying that cheese grater she's been needing for weeks? Is Peter Jackson sitting in his car, caught in the middle of rush hour? Is Liv Tyler hunched in front of her bathroom mirror, trimming her nose hairs? (Seriously, have you seen the nasal coiffure on that woman? Insane).

I think about when my next assignment is due and why I'm not working on it right now.

I think about why people like George Bush ever got elected into power. Then I assume the foetal position.

I also think about rearranging people's names. You know, anagrams. Like George Bush = Bugger Hoes.

I think about the gorgeous men in the world, most of whom I'd like to shag but who also strike me as very interesting men. I actually have a top ten (oh come on, like you don't have one, too): Bruno Santos, Gaspard Ulliel, Gael Garcia Bernal, Marcel Castenmiller, Billy Crudup, Justin Theroux, Gordon Bothe, Christian Brylle, Takeshi Kaneshiro and Stuart Townsend.

I think about sex, hot chips, how comfortable this hoodie is, whether I should bother getting a new phone since this one's starting to look older than Anna Nicole Smith's dating circle, and what I can do to combat climate change. Oh, and I think about whether I should say 'climate change' or 'global warming'. I'm guessing it doesn't matter.

I also think about whether I should remove that reference to Anna Nicole Smith now that she's dead.

I think about whether there's something useful we can do with bland pop-stars and wannabe celebrities. A friend and I were discussing whether we could mulch them into fertiliser, and how we might market such a thing. The best ones we came up with were Liquid Grow Lohan and Pasture of Paris.

I later thought of another one: EnRichie The Earth.

At a friend's place, getting tipsy and listening to music or playing video games. Bar-hopping, if the mood takes me there. Watching DVDs. On a date somewhere. Having a night in and staying in bed. At the beach, eating gelati (there's this place in Adelaide that makes lime gelati - it's better than sex! Well, better than mediocre sex, anyway).

Or any combination of these things.

I've taken to painting my toenails for some reason. Right now seven are painted bright green, and one is black. That's my evil toe.

I'm just kidding. I don't have an evil toe. That's crazy talk.

All of my toes are evil.

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