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What can be said, really? Hmm. I have an alarming array of hats at my disposal. I once ate a handful of honey roasted insects at a science museum to the enthusiastic approbation of the exhibit staff. I'll likely always feel a pang of hollowness inside at the fact that I shall probably never be able to grow a villainous goatee that I can stroke nefariously. I have not worn matching socks since 2005. My full name can be anagrammed into 'A Third Lilac, Led in June'. I'm quite Ye Olde New Englandy in my disposition. I have delusions of musical grandeur which I exact upon a lovely electric keyboard that is older than me. If I ever have the opportunity to travel anywhere, I take it, I have a goal to see every single country in the world (that won't blow me up) before I die. If I finish that, I shall then invent recreational space travel so I will still have new places to go. My favourite smells are old books, oranges, and blackcurrant tea. I love Indian food. And Japanese food. And fancy soups. And sauteed mushrooms. And berries. And pesto! Large moustaches make me giggle. I like silent movies. And scented candles. And self-striping sock yarn. I'm a pescetarian. I randomly try to live without electricity for weeklong periods. My sense of direction seems to improve the more complicated of a place I am in. I can master elaborate spiderwebbing subway networks in a near instant, but still don't know where half the buildings on my university campus are. IRRATIONAL PHOBIAS: conjoined or otherwise malformed fruit, large bodies of water. The US's lack of easily accessible radio dramas saddens me. I once had a Venus flytrap named Renfield, but one year he randomly didn't grow any bug-eating leaves and I suppose he died of malnutrition. It made me sad, for there was nothing I could do to change his fate! Yes, I name my plants. And electronic devices. My laptop is named Isambard Kingdom Brunel. I will fiercely defend the English language against any who dare disregard its oft-nonsensical grammar laws and peculiar spellings. If I became unable to drink tea it is likely that I would fade away to a nothing. It is an addiction, but a lovely one. I have five clocks in my room, only two work. I have two large pointy-eared fuzz-beasts of joy and fluff who I adore against my better judgement. I also have an enormous, thirteen year old goldfish. He has no fluff. He may perhaps be immortal.

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Oh and, I am rubbish at remembering where I get my icons. I use them for MSN purposes and then livejournal purposes and often lose their creators' names in all that. Poke me and frown if they're yours, and credit shall certainly be given where credit is due.

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