I talk to myself all the time. Loudly. And quite often I make myself laugh. Also loudly.

I'm left handed and (strangely) proud to be so. Being left handed gives you a slightly different perspective on the world. It's like being almost invisibly different from most other people, especially when you're a child. It's having to learn particularly how to angle your paper so you don't smudge everything all to hell when you write. It's not being able to use scissors. It's having to sit on the outside of the desk so your neighbour doesn't keep smacking you in the elbow when you try to write (which is - of course - always your fault even though they're the ones smacking you, not the other way around). It's always being told off for setting the table with the knife and fork the wrong way around. It's trying to use those stupid pens on the chains in banks - the damn things never reach far enough for a left handed person. It's those desks with the tables attached - on the righthand side. Right handed people tend not to even realise how difficult they can make things.

My weapon of choice in games is the shotgun. Failing that I'll take a sniper rifle or a bow and arrow. I hate lightsabers and tend to spend most of my time running away or throwing them at people when forced to use them.

Further to #003: I suck at stealth but am very gifted when it comes to killing people before they can make a noise. I'm also crap at climbing ladders and cannot count the number of times I have died by accidentally flinging myself off very high things.

I become obsessed with things easily. I am usually insufferable for the first few days of each new obsession as I will attempt to tell anyone within earshot every single detail about it. Repeatedly.

I have wanted to be an astrophysicist since I was 6 years old and as much as I would love to say it's due to my deep love of mathematics and stars (although I do love stars) it's actually due to a radio drama called Earthsearch by James Follett. I listened to it obsessively (ahem...#005) as a child and I don't think I'm exaggerating when I say it changed my life. Of course, it didn't hurt that I was completely in love with Darv, but still. When I was, in fact, 6 or 7 I wrote a 20-odd page epic essay on the plot of the show and my love for it in a creative writing lesson. The teacher never read it, although I suppose I don't blame her. However, at several times during primary school Earthsearch cropped up in stories and writing I did for assignments. I was obsessed with it for a long time...4 or 5 years at the least. That's 4 or 5 years of listening to the entire 10 hours through and then the sequel every weekend. My direction in life is perhaps not due to the things people might assume...

I love cats. My oldest and best friend is a cat (...no, I'm not sad). My family have 12 cats now and I know each one of them by their meow. Cats are special people.

The only accents I can do are: Scottish, Irish, extremely posh English, Nigerian and southern American. Other than the posh English and sometimes the Nigerian, I can only do accents after having listened to someone speak like that for a while. I can also do Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Russian and French but, strangely (and rather disappointingly), only when I'm actually speaking each language. I'm working on my Welsh accent. It's coming slowly.

I adore battle scenes in films, preferably 'old fashioned' battle scenes (no guns). They make me cry but not because I'm upset just because they fascinate me.

I am a bitch. I'm selfish, violent and manipulative. I also lie, steal and quite often cheat. However, I'm also empathic, considerate, have a strong sense of justice and a good - if somewhat dry - sense of humour. This puts me in the inenviable position of being hurtfully bitchy whilst knowing and regretting it at the same time. In addition to all this I would describe myself as extroverted and loud but very shy. I don't make this stuff up, I'm just a freak.

I read a lot. I used to read even more than I do now and I used to go through books at a rate of one a day. I used to buy up to a dozen a week and as a result have several thousand books more than I have room to put them. I seriously love books and can't imagine life without them. I also don't understand people who don't read.

I am very short sighted. I got my first pair of glasses when I was 12 and my eyesight's been deteriorating ever since. I imagine it might have something to do with the books.

I have, I think, a semi-photographic memory. I abuse this ability terribly when it comes to taking exams. As much as I might like to think it does, being able to see most of the words on my pages of notes when I close my eyes does not replace actual revision. Usually I find that I've not looked at the pages I need (which is frustrating and - seriously - happened to me in my last Space Plasma exam...the set up for the equation on the page I looked at, the important bits on the one I didn't...thanks a lot). Despite knowing this and having known it for several years, I have never revised for an exam in my life.

I enjoy watching darts and snooker on TV. I refuse to apologise for this or feel embarrassed.

I have studied a martial art. For one year I studied open feathers Wing Chun. Every Monday night we (at first me and my 3 sisters, then me and 2 of my sisters, then finally for the last 6 months me and Clio, my older sister) would go down to this...warehouse, I think it was, a few streets away for 2 hours and learn in a class of about 20 or so bouncers with one old chinese lady and her son and daughter. Our Sifu was a large black guy called Charlie. I am not at all ashamed to say that I was absolutely terrified of him because I can also say that I don't think I've ever respected anyone quite so much in my entire life. The room we learned in had a concrete floor painted red, whitewashed brick walls and one wall covered in mirrors. The other walls had red bags filled with chickpeas fastened to them at various heights (all the better for punching) and several mook jong held together with duct tape. The door was always left open - summer and winter - so in winter you'd start off freezing. You always ended up boiling though. I sat 4 grades in my time there which is probably about 2 belts, I think. Now, 4 years later, all I can remember is how to punch, how to block, how to break someone's arm if they grab me and several ways to break someone's neck. I also remember what it feels like to not care how much it hurts and the most important thing I think I learned is that, even when you think you can't, you can keep going.

I wear odd coloured shoes: the left one's blue and the right one's red. Of course, I also have a pair where the right one's blue and the left one's red ^__^ It's quite funny seeing people's reactions when they notice. I was once asked on a train if I knew my shoes were different colours; I've been asked by my dentist if they were supposed to be like that and I once stood for 10 minutes in a long queue at a supermarket till listening to a small child telling her parents to look at my feet.

I have a collection of hide plushies. Four of them, to be exact. I also have a Moon Hee Jun plushie who is extremely fat (and the inspiration for the name fatplushie) and a Kang Ta plushie who looks...well, slightly like Seo Taeji if I want to be honest. I made them both myself and they both have extensive wardrobes housed in ferrero roche boxes.

I don't smoke and I don't drink. The first because I'm too miserly to pay vast amounts of money to kill myself and the second because I don't see the draw of it. I don't dislike alcohol (whereas I do actively hate cigerettes and smoking), I just don't understand the fun in getting so drunk you can't see properly (which is invariably what happens to me when I do) and then throwing up until you want to die. There are lots of things I will spend stupid amounts of money on but vomit and death are not among them.

I have touched a squirrel's tail. When I was...probably about 4 or 5 (very young) my younger sister pan, my dad and I were chasing squirrels in the botanical gardens in Edinburgh. The one I chased ran under a bush, leaving its tail outside (stupid squirrel). Needless to say, I touched it although I do remember considering it very carefully first. The squirrel ran away up a tree straight afterwards.

I'm going to go to bed now. It's 05:10 AM.