I don’t drink. I don’t smoke. I sleep at 11 (3, at the latest) and wake up at 9 (11, at the latest). The longest I’ve been on the net is five hours. I am very forgetful. I am still scared of the dark and of being alone in the room at night. I’ve always wanted a tattoo. I feel nervous when asked to speak in front of a crowd. When we were doing the chain rosary back in high school, I still get (secretly) nervous and sweaty whenever it would be my turn to say the Our Father or Hail Mary or Glory Be, even if we do it every single day. Making me laugh is the world’s easiest challenge. I love pigtails and all things pink. I can’t do any decent nail polish till about five tries and lots of wasted acetone. I easily cry when watching movies (Click and Up), reading books (A Walk to Remember and My Sister’s Keeper), and during American Idol’s tribute to Simon Cowell. I’ve always thought that guys who are so good looking are gays (but of course I’m wrong). I have a habit of putting smileys and haha almost all the time, even if I don’t really have to and nothing’s really that funny. It was my first time (and last) to say the F-word aloud when I screwed up at the Candy Correspondents VTR. I suddenly get scared when I think of life without friends. I still get butterflies in my stomach when I talk to my first love. I’m still my family’s little girl. I worry too much. I get scared at random times.