I rub the back of my neck when I'm nervous. I also chew on my bottom lip and brush my eyebrows back.

I rub my eyebrows when I'm stressed.

I don't like people who are stupid and don't think they need to change.

Pressure kills my creativity.

I like lotion. I have sensitive skin. As a kid, I was only allowed to use Ivory soap or I'd break out.

I moisturize my skin after every shower. Even if I'm late. I take very hot showers. I brush my teeth in the shower when I shower in the mornings.

I pee in the shower. I think it's stupid to get out. I'm a lazy person.

I don't get mad easily. I don't yell unless I'm really really mad. I've only yelled once in my life.

I don't smile as much as I probably should. When I do, I've been told I have a nice smile. I chew gum a lot. Trident. Only Trident right now. Cinnamon Trident. Cinnamon or cherry. That's it. If I'm offered other gum, I refuse it.

I have no problem refusing things. I don't always do things to be nice. I don't have much of a backbone. But I never do things I really don't want to.

I'm never impressed by money. I think people who are, are shallow. Everyone I know has more money than I do.

I don't own a bottle of cologne. I don't use aftershave. I shave every 3-4 days. i don't need to before then.

I never really feel attractive. I'm insecure. I don't fish for compliments. I'm told I have nice eyes. I've been told that by random people on the street. I like my eyes, actually. I wear contact lenses. I don't like wearing my glasses for too long.

Glasses hurt my ears and my nose. I hate not having peripheral vision.

I've been wearing contacts for about 5 years.

I like cereal. Corn Pops is one of my favorites.

I save my used Metrocards on a ball chain.

I like empty wine bottles. I like jars. Feathers. Leaves. Flowers, or more so ... just petals. Vaseline lip therapy. Post-it notes. Old keys. Towels. I like looking at books piled on my table more than reading them.

I'm a perfectionist.

I hate my handwriting. I write notes at least 3 times before I'm satisfied. I don't like my right big toe. I don't say that outloud because I read an article once that if you talk to your body, encouraging certain things you don't like about it ... you'll feel better. I think it works.

I sucked my thumb as a child. Probably until age 6. I wet my bed as a child. Probably until age 11.

I don't remember ever living with my father. My parents got divorced when I was around 3. The furthest memory I can fetch would probably be of me, stomach on the floor, sucking my thumb and pushing myself around on my blankie. My blankie was white. At least it was supposed to be.

The oldest stuffed animal I have is actually a couple years older than me. It belonged to my sister. A puppy. I carried her with me on vacations. She's been to England. And she's on my bed right now.

I don't like my teeth all that much. I've had one extraction. I've vowed never to have one again.

I don't fear needles all that much.

I like pills. I take Advil for the slightest headache.

I get migraines. I've had them since around 13.

I hate pain more than anything. When I was younger, I'd pray that when I die, I'd die in my sleep so I don't feel anything.

I'm a pretty spiritual person. I hate arguing about religion.

I hate arguing.

Conflict makes me physically ill.

I can be a pretty manipulating person. I use my powers for good now.

I cry easily. I hurt easily. I bruise easily.