I tend to be of the geeky persuasion, but I often find that, although I love my friends and family, there aren't many people I know with whom I can identify on many levels.
That sounds rather pompous, but it's not that I think I'm better than anyone else (far from it), it's just that my idea of a worthy pastime is not American Idol. I've developed a complex, actually, because nine times out of ten, when I start talking about things that interest me, the other person's eyes glaze over...
I'm not much of a party girl, but I'm still fun (although I guess it depends on your definition of the word "fun"-actually, no, I'm probably not fun). I'd rather play Cranium with friends or have coffee and conversation or see an intellectual film than go to a club. I like doing silly things, like thunderstorm badminton (still haven't found a partner for that) or jumping into creeks fully clothed, even though I can barely swim.
I don't always make friends easily, but when I do, I'm a good friend to have (I think). We Scorpios are supposedly fiercely loyal friends, and I believe that describes me pretty accurately.
I have a very dry and dark sense of humor. I don't care much for comedies, but I laugh at inappropriate times during serious movies. The funniest thing I've ever witnessed is someone singing "Blue Moon" in harelip (sorry if that offends anyone).
I'm relatively intelligent, but often have no common sense.
I think I'm a pretty good combination of serious and utterly ridiculous.
One of my favorite quotes is "Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better." --Samuel Beckett. That says it all.

I recently decided to go back to school to become an RN. I'll just have to get over being squeamish. It feels like a really odd choice for me, and I hope it's the right one, but it seems like the best way at this point to put my bleeding heart in action. I'd love to work with non-profits and NGOs eventually.
Other than that, I'm spending a lot of time helping my sister raise her two- and three-year olds. They're the loves of my life.

Telling terrible jokes and then laughing at them, lending an ear, seeing the other side, baking, being a smartass, getting lost, finding the negative in any situation and then making jokes about it.

How incredibly fabulous I am. And my remarkably humble nature.

Books: All Quiet on the Western Front, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, 1984, The Grapes of Wrath, To Kill a Mockingbird, A Separate Peace, The Stranger, White Noise, The Metamorphosis, Harry Potter, The Great Mortality (non-fiction account of the Black Death). Incidentally, I would love to visit William Faulkner's grave, just so I can spit on it.
Movies: Man on the Train, Joyeux Noel, Casablanca, The Machinist, The Prestige, Fight Club, The Exorcist, Donnie Darko, George Romero zombie movies.
Music: The White Stripes, Ani DiFranco, Tool, Josh Ritter, The Beatles, Wilco, Bob Dylan, Bright Eyes, Portishead, Bach, blues.
Food: Fried okra, sushi, pecan pie, tapioca, raspberry jam, gumbo.

Lip balm, books, curiosity, mystery, my glasses, nature...

The meaning of life (no really). Wondering if the world really will end on December 21, 2012 (the History Channel says it will). How people can be so cruel to each other. My niece and nephew. Ways I can make my friends laugh. The stunning beauty in almost every aspect of the world, and how easy it is to miss it.

Contemplating how sad my social life is. Begging my friends to do something with me besides go to a bar. Driving to East Jesus to visit my best friend. Reading. Watching old movies with my sister.

I still have a crush on Robin Hood (the animated Disney-version fox, that is).
I cry. A lot. Not about personal things, but if someone tells me a sad story, or at books, films, poetry, sculpture, be it happy or sad, I'm usually in hysterics. I can't help it.

You think you're worthy. Or, if you have a really dumb joke to tell me.