I may seem: observant and open
But I'm really: dense as a brick and hesistant to trust people
People who really know me think I'm: er... Jenni (I'm my own adjective)
If you knew me you'd probably: Like me. Or want me dead. Depending on how well you knew me.
My days are pretty: much one big blur unless something exceedingly interesting happens.
I like to sleep: often, lately. Sometimes almost not at all.
If I could be doing anything right now I would be: curled up on the couch with someone special, just sitting there. No talking or excessive cuddling necessary.
Money is: nice, and a bit too much of a priority in my life.
One thing I wish I had is: A large rat.
One thing I have that I wish I didn't have is: my body. [insert typical teenage-girl "I'm-so-ugly" rant here]
All you need is: love, really. The rest you can last a bit longer without. Well, water helps.
All I need is: See above.
If I had one wish it would be: Everyone (myself included) gain some common sense and a higher level of awareness concerning themselves and their behavior.
If an angel flew into my window at night I would: Laugh a bit. I mean come on - what kind of god has messengers/minions who crash into windows like moronic oversized birds? I had a parakeet smarter than that. Then I would be utterly fascinated with it.
If a demon crashed into my window I would: Much the same as above.
If I could see one person right now it would be: Greg. I'd like to talk with him.
I live for: er. I have no answer to this. Because it is expected of me?
I dare you all to: talk to a complete stranger like you're old friends. Bonus points if you actually convince them that they know you.
I am afraid of: people's minds
It makes me angry when: reason is not applied in any way whatsoever to a person's situation.
I dream about: dying. No, really. I've had about two actual dreams (i.e., while asleep. Not daydreams) that I can recall involving me not dying.
Number of boys I have kissed in my life: I assume you mean the non-familial-peck-on-the-cheek sort. Um. Four, I think. I could be wrong. All on the cheek (one on the neck...).
Number of boys you have made out with: None. Well, the kissing-the-neck incident might've counted. Define 'making out' and I'll give you a better answer.
Number of girls I have kissed: non-familial-peck? One. On the cheek.
Number of girls you have made out with: none.
Number of drugs taken illegally: technically, about four or five. Hehe.
Number of people I would classify as true, could trust with my life type friends: um. Not sure. Used to be about 5, I think maybe it's about 2 now. Slowly but surely pissing people off. At this rate, moving will be more of 'escaping the angry mob'...
Number of CDs that I own: Umm... 20-30. My very slow-growing collection of six years or so. Nicole is ashamed of it. She has hundreds.
Number of piercings: One hole in each ear.
Number of tattoos: None, and I don't plan on getting any, thankee.
Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: I have no earthly idea. Probably once or twice; when I was little I won awards left and right (the stupidity and apathy kicked in when I got older)
Number of scars on my body: hundreds
Number of times a person has made me scared of what they could do to me physically: none, really. I hold my body as a pretty worthless thing. Pain or harm that comes to it does not bother me.
Number of things in my past that I regret: countless.
Last book you read: The Bell Jar, by Sylvia Plath.
Last movie you saw: Either Hedwig and the Angry Inch or Ghost World. Both excellent.
Last movie you saw on the big screen: Spirit. Meh. No likee.
Last phone number you called: Um. I think a few days ago to check on my application for housing at UTSA. They've not gotten around to it yet. Oh, goodie.
Last show you watched on TV: Saw a few seconds of SeaLab2021 a while ago, 'zat count? I don't watch TV if I can avoid it, usually. Evil noisebox.
Last song you heard: that song... "Complicated".
Last thing you had to drink: Water
Last thing you ate: Just had a little fat-free ice cream. Mmm, ASS.
Last time you showered: this morning.
Last time you cried: A long time ago.
Last time you smiled: earlier today.
Last time you laughed: Hrm... earlier today
Last person you hugged: Willingly? I have no idea. Maybe Michael or Tish. Might've been John or Greg.
Last person you kissed: I don't remember if I kissed Greg or John on the cheek after the last time I kissed Michael on the cheek (and I'm sure all three of them wish I hadn't gotten 'em). It was one of those three.
Last person you had sex with: I'm a virgin. And will most likely remain so for quite some time.
Worst thing you said: Depends on who you ask. You want the worst of the lot, ask Greg, Michael, Chris, or the mirror.
Last person you talked to online: Squish.
Last person you talked to on the phone: Some chick at the UTSA housing dept.
Last thing you smelled: Kitty. He was in my lap.