Talking trouble, walking trouble, big trouble, gonna' follow you!

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2. Each person tagged must post 8 things about them in your journal.
3. In the end, have to choose 8 people and post their icons in the same journal.
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5. No tag-return

I was tagged again by someone different so I must do this eight facts about myself again. Thank you for the tag.

1.) The worst dream I ever had was in Elementary school where I was in the belly of Hell. I was trying to escape by digging my way out after running though a labyrinth. There was also a constant glow in the background that I knew was made by fire and of course, there was the sound of laughter. Insane, deep, off one's rocker, laughter that held a mocking 'You will never get out of here' note to it.
I woke up crying and tangled in my bed sheets on the floor. I could not explain it to my parents and I was not taught about Hell till a little later on in my life so it really creeped me out... This dream also makes me think I am destined for Hell rather then Heaven but... Who knows.

2.) I sometimes wish life was more like a musical. I mean, I sing when I get extremely upset or overjoyed and am walking somewhere by myself and it is not a real song either. I just sing out my anger/happiness in words till I feel like I'm starting to repeat myself.

3.) When I feel really super depressed and feel like I need to be away from the world, I go into the bathroom and sit on the toilet with the lights off. I do not want anyone to bother me even if they have to take a leak for at the time I think they can out find a different place to relieve themselves and that the bathroom is my own little chamber for sulking in. Yes, I'm weird like that.

4.) When I die, I want everyone at my funeral to wear camouflage or tie-dye. If at all possible, tie-dye camouflage! There must also be Disturbed playing in the background during the entire service. No piano playing, just pop in a Disturbed CD that once belonged to me and call it good! I also demand that you all act like it is a party to celebrate what was my life, not wallow in sadness that I am gone and hell, eat some pizza and talk to my corpse or at least to the pine box I'm gonna get buried in, okay?

5.) My dream cosplay is Yami Marik. Simple as that. I want to cosplay him and attempt to perfect it though I think I already seen the master cosplayer of him but all the same, it had been a dream of mine to cosplay Marik and get it down properly or at least well enough that I can run around and feel like I did him some justice. This is my ultimate goal apart from visiting the land of sand, Egpyt.

6.) I think I am physically a freak when compared to everyone else. My collar bones are higher then they should be according to my doctor, for a girl I have fairly large hands, I think my ass is kind of big and it bugs me, my breasts are minuscule but personally I wish they were nonexistent, my ears are a bit pointy but I guess that is okay. The birthmark on my face always seemed weird to me so I tried to rip it off when I was little and ended up sort of cutting it off and well... it came back so I never really messed much with it since then. there is more but it kind of gets stranger and more personal I guess one could say.

7.) I admire Rishid Ishtar. He is immensely under-loved and appreciated. I bet none of you even realized he owned a bazooka and used it to rescue Malik from Ishizu when Malik had tried to get Oblisk from the vault and his sister was inside it instead with her little gang of men all armed with guns.... Ugh, poor Rishid, you need more love and that bastard step-father of yours just loved beating you with whips and machetes (see Manga and Anime) over the stupidest of things. Does not help that my mind wonders off into Negateshippig every now and then when I need inspiration for crazy ideas, lol.

8.) If I stare at a wall socket for too long I begin to wonder just how much it would hurt me if I were to stick a metal fork into it and attempt to hold it there. My mind then moves one it a list of "What if"'s and I start listing off strange objects that were never meant to go into the wall sockets... Like dimes, necklace chains, screwdrivers, nails, foil, those funny pointed eraser heads, straws, folded paper, ect.

I tag! No one actually. I'm such a kill joy. ^_^