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[bubosquared]

1. I used to collect all sorts of stuff as a kid: porcelain, rubber bands (!), the caps off coke bottles, etc.

2. I stopped obsessively collecting things around the time I started archiving for the RSA. I don't think this is a coincidence.

3. The only thing I still sort of collect are Greek owl thinglets. (Little statues, and one plush one I got from my grandmother when I was born.)

4. My next tattoo will be a Greek owl, on my lower neck.

5. My name, Sofie, comes from the Greek word (philo)sophia, which means wisdom. Athena is the goddess of wisdom, and her symbol is the owl.

6. According to every singing teacher I've ever had, I'm a soprano, yet these days, when I try to sing on my own, I naturally gravitate towards alto. (Is it possible for a woman's voice to deepen between age sixteen and twenty-two?)

7. I can't not sing in the shower. At all. Even if it's just under my breath so as to not disturb total strangers. But usually I sing very loud.

8. When cleaning, I usually sing, too. More often that not the sound track of Mistero Buffo, which I know almost by heart now.

9. I had English at school for six years, but I never actually studied for it once.

10. In fifth year, we had to read a book to talk about for our English oral exam. I read the original version of the Satanic Verses.

11. I once bullshitted my way through a book report and subsequent "What did you think of the book" question round from the teacher on a book I'd never read. I got an 8/10.

12. Before I was fifteen, I used to never ever drink coffee, except occasionally, and even then only half milk, half coffee, lots of sugar.

13. This changed when I went to Holland for a week, for a project called the European Youth Parliament. During long "commission" meetings, I started drinking coffee, black, to stay awake, resulting in me laying awake until 4AM and needing more coffee to stay awake in the morning.

14. That week was also when I drank beer for the first time.

15. Up until then I'd only drank wine and champagne. I drank my first glass of alcohol at twelve.

16. I love red wine, but it gives me migraine attacks.

17. I hate sweet white wine, and can rarely find a dry white wine that suits my tastes.

18. Despite it apparently being an acquired taste, I liked Guinness from the first time I drank it.

19. I have never been hung over.

20. I've only been semi-drunk twice in my life. The first time was when I was sixteen, and drank twelve glasses of beer in one evening, of which five or six in an hour. The second time was on gin&tonics, playing drinking games on IRC.

21. I've been on the pill twice (three months each time) in the eight years I've had my periods.

22. Those times three months were the only times I had anything approaching a regular cycle.

23. I hate milk. I love dairy products, but I hate plain milk.

24. For the last few months, I've been fighting the urge to write some sort of Fandom Revolution Manifesto.

25. I've also been fighting the urge to make t-shirts from the manifesto, once it'd be written.

26. Pretty much the biggest reason I'm not Manifesto-ing is that it'd be ripping off Kate.

27. Four years ago, I was already a bitter old fandom person.

28. I talk to electronic devices.

29. And by talk, I mean "swear".

30. I swear like a sailor. I blame Metallica.

31. I've yet to meet a music genre where I didn't like even one single solitary song.

32. I love Jesus Christ Superstar with an unrivalled passion. I know almost all the lyrics by heart. My parents left me two copies of the OST on LP, and I played one copy so often it's now completely worn out.

33. I've not eaten meat in seven and a half years.

34. I've never prepared meat. I don't know how. So if any of you ever want me to cook for you, it'll be veggie, fish, or nothing.

35. I hated PE, because we girls always had to stupid stuff like aerobics, while the boys got to do cool stuff like rugby and football.

36. In five out of six of my primary school pictures, I'm the only girl wearing trousers. The only time I wore a skirt was because I wanted to, not because my mum made me, as was the case with the other girls.

37. I used to play football with the boys a lot in primary school. I was one of the only girls they'd allow to play with, because none of the boys wanted to be keeper, and I loved being keeper.

38. I don't bruise easily, but when I do, it takes a long time to heal.

39. As a kid, I once had bruises all over my shins for two or three months in a row, because I kept re-bruising them.

40. I've read bestiality, scat, golden showers, and a whole lot of other things, without being squicked.

41. About the only thing that squicks me in fiction is bad writing. Content-wise, I'm pretty much unsquickable.

42. Yes, that was a challenge.

43. I'm a big algebra geek.

44. I hated Latin for all six years I studied it. Now I want to go back and study it again.

45. I've never been kissed.

46. I haven't seen my natural hair colour in almost two years.

47. When I went to my four-year high school reunion, almost nobody recognised me.

48. When I was eight, nine, I wanted to be an archaeologist.

49. I started doing Latin because I wanted to become a doctor. That changed to surgeon, then neurosurgeon, over the next years.

50. Halfway through my fifth year, I changed my mind and wanted to be a war reporter.

51. I always feel a lot younger than I really am.

52. Sometimes, though, I feel a lot older than I really am.

53. I've dreaded all my birthdays after my seventeenth.

54. My dream job would be to be tour manager for my brother's band.

55. I love the sea. I could never live too far from it.

56. I own a (velvet, black and purple) cape, which I often wear to work.

57. I really like my eyes. They're nicely shaped, and pretty, and I like the fact that they're a very unique colour.

58. I really hate my hands. Stupid manly hands with stubby fingers.

59. According to family lore, I'm directly descendant on my mum's side from Father Damien's sister.

60. According to that same family lore, I'm also directly descendant on my mum's side from Guido Gezelle, a very famous Belgian author. Also, a priest.

61. One of my aunts (dad's side) is married to an ex-priest. Pattern much?

62. I have a freaky memory for stories with strange pairings or in strange fandoms. Especially anything I've ever archived for the RSA, I'll remember.

63. I often use this knowledge for evil, by throwing URLs at poor unsuspecting people who were just innocently wondering if there was any X-slash.

64. I can and will find a double entendre in just about anything, as people I IM with regularly will confirm.

65. Deep down, I'm really just a twelve-year old boy.

66. I used to have rather big gender issues.

67. Sometimes, I still do.

68. I sometimes have moments of severe self-doubt, during which I wonder how I can really know I'm gay, if I'm completely inexperienced.

69. I'm mostly left-handed, in that I do most things with my left hand, but some things, including writing, I do with my right hand.

70. Although sometimes when I reach for a pen to write down a dream or whatever in the middle of the night, I instinctively use my left hand.

71. When I was about sixteen, I went through a phase where I'd play Windows Tetris obsessively, to the point where the first three fingers of my right hand were completely cramped and sore every day.

72. I have rather severe body issues, except they're reversed. The worst freak-out I've had i years was when I realised I'd lost three-four kilos in tow weeks due to a stomach infection.

73. Stomach infections notwithstanding, I've been the same weight for the last six years.

74. I have, however, lost volume, because I've been getting more exercise walking to and from the station(s) every day.

75. I very, very rarely wear a skirt.

76. I'm seriously considering getting dreadlocks, despite having the straightest, thinnest hair in the existence of mankind. I blame Lee for this.

77. I'm also thinking of getting one of my nipples pierced. I'm not sure yet if this one is to blame on Lee. *eyes Lee*

78. I used to be the second tallest girl in my class, but i never realised I was tallish, because the average height of the blokes in my class was something like 6'1".

79. Some days, I really very muchly want a "You! Off my planet!" t-shirt. Other days I think I'll just get the phrase tattooed on my forehead.

80. I have a vaguely Scottish, mostly northern accent in English.

81. In Dutch, I sound East-Flemish. I'm not.

82. I actually use more slang and dialect in English than in Dutch. I can't speak dialect at all in Dutch.

83. I own five pairs of shoes: Doc Martens, TEVA sandals, my "good"' (open) shoes, running shoes, and my four-inch heels ankle-boots.

84. I've worn boots daily for the last eight, nine years. I need support around my ankles or I keep twisting them.

85. I keep twisting my ankles when I try to walk in my "good" shoes, which have one-inch heels. As Sae and Zed can attest, I can walk maybe a hundred metres in the spiky-heeled boots.

86. When writing, I'm constantly torn between writing snappy dialogue and writing dreamy stream-of-consciousness lit geek fic.

87. If I ever manage to write a story that sounds good to me, I will record an mp3 of me reading it out loud.

88. I hate the sound of my own, normal speaking voice. I sound like I'm thirteen. I often deliberately lower it to avoid this.

89. I never cut, but I did used to scratch myself to the point where I bled.

90. I still do this unconsciously, in my sleep. Last time was about a year ago now. You can still see vague scars.

91. I sucked my thumb every night until I was twelve, and for a long time after that I did it whenever I was feeling blah-ish.

92. I still sometimes do this, but very very rarely.

93. You can still tell which thumb I sucked more often, cause it's skinnier.

94. As a result of the thumb-sucking, my teeth are oddly crooked. My front teeth are sort of pulled to the right-front. You can't see this when looking at them from the front, though.

95. I am the Queen of Crossover Bunnies On Crack.

96. I am also the Queen of AU Bunnies On Crack.

97. I still want to go back and write a Space: Above and Beyond slash story.

98. I had a juvenile record between my fourteen and eighteen, when it got wiped. Since then, I've been a bit paranoid about keeping my clean record.

99. I'm really mostly sane, on my own. It's when I get together with other people that I start acting weird. Other people are my crack, man. Specific other people I'm not going to mention here.

100. Harry/Draco is my OTP to end all OTPs. It's the embodiment of everything I adore about slash. And with that I mean the pairing and the possibilities behind it, not the actual H/D stories and fandom, because blech.

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Not in order, but mostly, because.

I read the original version of the Satanic Verses.

*blink* Why does this not surprise me?

For the last few months, I've been fighting the urge to write some sort of Fandom Revolution Manifesto.

*encourages the urge* Go urge!

I've also been fighting the urge to make t-shirts from the manifesto, once it'd be written.

Aww, c'mon; t-shirts are fun! Urges are good things and should be followed.

Pretty much the biggest reason I'm not Manifesto-ing is that it'd be ripping off Kate.

*sigh* Well, okay. But, t-shirts! *sigh*

I've not eaten meat in seven and a half years.

*frown* And we weren't supposed to know that before?

Four years ago, I was already a bitter old fandom person.

See above. >.<

I've never prepared meat. I don't know how. So if any of you ever want me to cook for you, it'll be veggie, fish, or nothing.

I think you're supposed to put it in the oven for a long time, and take it out before it gets completely dark. And add onions. Then you get all the blood that, um, got out of it, put it in a saucer and pours it all over. And maybe add one of those little cube-thing that add extra-taste or something.

Um, yeah. Potatoes are just fine by me.

In five out of six of my primary school pictures, I'm the only girl wearing trousers.

Seriously? I was in a private catholic school, and even there half the girls wore trousers.

I used to play football with the boys a lot in primary school. I was one of the only girls they'd allow to play with, because none of the boys wanted to be keeper, and I loved being keeper.

Eee! *bonds over love of being a keeper* We pretty much knew the same boys, then.

I've read bestiality, scat, golden showers, and a whole lot of other things, without being squicked.

Golden showers don't bother me in the least; I've read bestiality where the dog was the, er, pitcher, and it didn't squick me per se, but the other way around would probably have; scat, though... *shudder* Have you ever been to Minotaur's squicks page? Because reading it could possibly be acceptable, but seeing that picture has scarred me too badly to ever try and find out.

I'm a big algebra geek.

Aren't we all?

I haven't seen my natural hair colour in almost two years.

Which is? Somehow I can't see you with dark hair at all, but you're probably not a red-head. Light brown?

I really like my eyes. They're nicely shaped, and pretty, and I like the fact that they're a very unique colour.

Damn, you squint your eyes too hard for me to see; green? Or light blue?

When I went to my four-year high school reunion, almost nobody recognised me.

Nope, doesn't count; you told us all about that already.

According to family lore, I'm directly descendant on my mum's side from Father Damien's sister.

And again. :)

I sometimes have moments of severe self-doubt, during which I wonder how I can really know I'm gay, if I'm completely inexperienced.

And how can all those people know they're straight, if they're completely inexperienced? Which won't help, but usual answer, so yes.

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*encourages the urge* Go urge!

BUt RIP-OFF! Also, it'd be extremely pretensious.

*frown* And we weren't supposed to know that before?

I have a lot of newish people on my friends list. They prolly don't know that. :)

Seriously? I was in a private catholic school, and even there half the girls wore trousers.

Seriously. Keep in mind I grew up in the most backwards town in the Western World, though. It's not that they didn't wear trousers, it's that their mothers foced them into classic Pretty Girls dresses and patent leather shoes for picture day.

Eee! *bonds over love of being a keeper* We pretty much knew the same boys, then.

Oh, yes. I was complete crap at it, but I loved it, and anything was better than having no keeper at all. :D

Golden showers don't bother me in the least; I've read bestiality where the dog was the, er,
pitcher, and it didn't squick me per se, but the other way around would probably have; scat,
though... *shudder* Have you ever been to Minotaur's squicks page? Because reading it could
possibly be acceptable, but seeing that picture has scarred me too badly to ever try and find
out.

No, I haven't. And I don't know if pictures would squick me or not. I have a much lower treshold for squick in visuals than in fiction.

Which is? Somehow I can't see you with dark hair at all, but you're probably not a red-head.
Light brown?

Originally, light blonde, then dark blonde, and now I think it's closer to very light brown.

Damn, you squint your eyes too hard for me to see; green? Or light blue?

Mostly green, but with brown "rays", and a bit of blue on the outside. But yeah, mostly green. I'll see about getting a picture on the digicam once I get home, but the colour almost never comes out the way it looks in the mirror. Grr. Hang on, you can see the green at least in this picture.

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I'm mostly left-handed, in that I do most things with my left hand, but some things, including writing, I do with my right hand.

Am.Bi.Dex.Trous. You lucky bitca. Did you know you could get extra time in exams because of that, just as if one of your eyes was blind? Which only serves to intensify my rage towards ambidextrous people.

The worst freak-out I've had i years was when I realized I'd lost three-four kilos in tow weeks due to a stomach infection.

Um. I lose and gain about that much every week. Lucky for you you're not me, I guess.

I very, very rarely wear a skirt.

Which is normal, because skirts are as Evil as Powerpuff Girls slashers.

I'm also thinking of getting one of my nipples pierced.

Oh God. Ohgodohgodohgod. *clutches own nipples protectively* Don't ever say things like that without warning!

I sucked my thumb every night until I was twelve, and for a long time after that I did it whenever I was feeling blah-ish.

Sucking thumb is of the good. *sucks*

You can still tell which thumb I sucked more often, cause it's skinnier.

Isn't your nail thinner, too? Or is that only when you still suck it regularly?

I still want to go back and write a Space: Above and Beyond slash story.

*prays that you finally do*

Harry/Draco is my OTP to end all OTPs. It's the embodiment of everything I adore about slash. And with that I mean the pairing and the possibilities behind it, not the actual H/D stories and fandom, because blech.

Ohhh. Well, yes, when you see things like that, they're perfectly perfect. The stories and fandom so do not rise near enough the possibilities and causes/consequences, though, that it's becoming more than a little tiring.

Also, I feel I must inform you that you forgot to close the "< / html" in the style of your LJ. I've been staring at it every time I went there for months, but I fear my sanity is about break if it dosn't get corrected. Sanities are funny about little details like that. ^_^

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Am.Bi.Dex.Trous. You lucky bitca. Did you know you could get extra time in exams because of
that, just as if one of your eyes was blind? Which only serves to intensify my rage towards
ambidextrous people.

Isn't ambidextrous when you can do everything with either hand? Cause it's not that, I always have a clear preference for one hand, it's just which hand it is that differs. (Fors example, in basketball, I bounce the ball left, and score right.)

Oh God. Ohgodohgodohgod. *clutches own nipples protectively* Don't ever say things like that
without warning!

Heee! Well, I have rather insensitive nipples.

Isn't your nail thinner, too? Or is that only when you still suck it regularly?

I think that's only when you still suck it regularily. It used to be thinner.

*prays that you finally do*

How about you pray for a plot bunny to come my way, then?

Ohhh. Well, yes, when you see things like that, they're perfectly perfect. The stories and
fandom so do not rise near enough the possibilities and causes/consequences, though, that it's
becoming more than a little tiring.

You're SO not kidding. I mean, I'm big on antagonism slash, and Harry/Draco has not only that, but also the whole issue of Harry being the Boy Who Lived, and Draco being the son of a Death Eater and me wanting to know if he'll follow in his father's footsteps or not, and the whole mythology etc. of the HP 'verse, not to mention the war, and you've got all these things and possibilities, all of which are utterly fascinating and just begging to be touched upon in fanfic, and what do we get? Schmoop and soap opera fanfic. Yay. Not.

(And thanks re: style. LJ keeps eating the last couple of characters of everything I submit through the web, apparently including my style stuff. Argh.)

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Is it possible for a woman's voice to deepen between age sixteen and twenty-two?
Well, you have started smoking, which affects things.

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... True. Hey, something good came off smoking!

(Um. I didn't say that. But goddammit, I HATED my little kiddie voice, and I hated the way I sounded reaching for the high notes.)

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"Despite it apparently being an acquired taste, I liked Guinness from the first time I drank it"

So did I, only I didn't know it was an aquired taste. hm.

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People keep telling me it is, that it's something you've to learn to drink. Then again, I like bitter drinks, so.