SEVEN THINGS THAT SCARE YOU (Well, in my case things that really skeeve and/or annoy me for inexplicable reasons, 'cause that's the closest defintion of "scared" that I know...) :
01) Being truly blind. I can handle blindfolds, closed eyes, and blurry vision because of illness or near-sightedness, but If I were ever to go truely, incurably blind, I know I would either kill myself or go mad from loss of input.
02) Pain from unknown sources.
03) People.
04) Descent from high places. Not falling, not heights, just slow viewable descent, like going down a lighthouse's stairs.
05) Not knowing things.
06) Losing or getting too close to my..."pack" (it's the only way to describe it.)
07) And *grasping here*..er...phones?

SEVEN IMPORTANT THINGS IN YOUR ROOM:
01) more like 1200. BOOKS.
02) and...er...more books?
03) some posters?
04) Artwork and cute stuff Nyssa made!
05) ...er, that's about it? other artwork accumulated over the years, including my own...
06) wait! Blankets! Most important articles of clothing ever!
07) And flashdrives. But that kinda counts as my artwork...

SEVEN RANDOM FACTS ABOUT YOU:
01) I have one small pointy ear and one regular ear.
02) My only noticable birthmark is a chain of four large freckles around my eyes. I think of then as Orion's belt, one on the far left side, two at either corner of my right eye and one between them and a little lower.
03) If I sit still for too long, then take a deep breath, all of my ribs crackle and pop like knuckles.
04) I pick up accents from fairly short conversations and I speak (sing, mostly) in languages I don't even know sometimes. Ones that don't exist.
05) When counting out items in small amounts (usually less than 30, but sometimes up to 100) I almost never count in English (my native language). Usually it's French, Japanese, German or Spanish.
06) I have an annoying (especially to me) habit of parroting and mimicking. The verbal part is what irks me as I think it's stupid and makes me look stupid too. Unfortunately, I'm not accustomed to speaking eloquently, despite a large vocabulary at my disposal.
07) I am particularly shameless and blunt when I speak my mind, to the point of offending the weaker skinned. Combined with aforemention tendency to parrot I try not to speak too much.

SEVEN THINGS YOU WISH TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
01) Learn several langauges to passable fluency, including programming languages.
02) Travel to many countries.
03) Give Dub-ya and good kick in the ass.
04) Learn different martial arts techniques.
05) Create something. I don't know what.
06) See a wolf in the wild.
07) Learn.

SEVEN THINGS YOU CAN DO:
01) Ignore you. Especially you with the puppy-dog eyes. No, I will not give you whatever you want.
02) Annoy the hell out of someone without even trying. (Primarily by doing the above.)
03) Draw, a bit.
04) Read. Really fast. Very, very fast.
05) I can inhale and exhale at the same time? (Comes in handy when trying to play the didgeridoo, among other things.)
06) Roar like a big cat.
07) Procrastinate.


SEVEN THINGS YOU CAN'T DO:
01) Sing well.
02) Deal with people. I think to fast and too far for my mouth to keep up, and end up tripping them up or stumbling myself. (The same thing happens when I read out loud without consciencly slowing down.) I'm not saying I'm a genius or anything remotely close, I'm just scattered and can't form words correctly.
03) Take a compliment, apparently.
04) Find the right time to get in my best friend's pants for a buddy fuck.
05) Form stable relationships. Probably because I don't want to.
06) Stop being addicted to gay love.
07) Write essays. I seem to have communication issues.

SEVEN THINGS YOU SAY THE MOST:
01) "What I mean is..."
02) "Dude"
03) "Sweetness"
04) "No"
05) "Sweet, mother-loving Sephiroth!"
06) "Ho damn"
07) "Fuck"


SEVEN CELEBRITY CRUSHES:
I *remember* no celebreties beyond Sean Connery, Crispin Freemann, and Halle Berry...