The real world (school and job), to me, is like serving detention... I prefer to be in my imaginary worlds. I love Harry Potter, The Matrix, and Alias. I love cats, bunnies, vampires, gothic stuff, and darkness. But despite all of these loves, I am a creature of hatred: I can deal with a few grammatical errors, but I can't stand a really mangled story. Even worse is when the characters aren't themselves. I hate sunlight (Ugh, tan! Im losing my pale!), the color white, the sixties furniture color combo of orange, brown, and lime green, marriage (Despite this, I will use marriage in some stories... I just don't like real-life marriages), fish, worms, ghosts, and heights.