V For Vendetta, the Hannibal series, vampire movies, Phantom of the Opera, most musicals, and anything Disney.

Rock(Simple Plan, Three Days Grace, My Chemical Romance, The Used, ect., and ect.), Classical (Mozart, Bach, Beethoven, Vivaldi, ect.), Opera, Phantom of the Opera, and much more.

I am currently reading:

The Alchemist

'Cruelty has a human form, And jealousy a human face; Terror the human form divine, And secresy the human dress.'--William Blake.

I don't care what anyone thinks of me. If you have a problem feel free to state it, although it will be dissmissed immediately afterward. I am spontaneous, outgoing, open-minded, and weird. I can either be the happiest, funniest person you know, or I can be the darkest, "scariest" person you will ever have the pleasure, or displeasure, to meet. I also have the tendency to be very blunt, even to the point of being considered harsh or rude. It's nothing personal, most likely, and you should feel free to tell me that I have offended you. Some tell me I am cold hearted, bitter, and cynical. Thats just me, and I enjoy it. Above all else, I am impulsive. When I want to do something, I do it, no matter what the consequences.

Males. More than just that, INTELLIGENT males. Poetry. That is all.

Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel:
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter and confounds him there;
Sap cheque'd with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o'ersnow'd and bareness every where:
Then, were not summer's distillation left,
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it nor no remembrance what it was:
But flowers distill'd though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.
--William Shakespeare (Untitled Sonnet)

I despise guys that cheat. Death should be the punishment for such a heinous crime. Cockiness is always a turn off; as is insufferable know-it-alls. Just as much as the latter, incomprehensible idiots are a major turn off.

Lilian

Airy, Fairy Lilian,
Flitting, fairy Lilian,
When I ask her if she love me,
Claps her tiny hands above me,
Laughing all she can;
She 'll not tell me if she love me,
Cruel little Lilian.

When my passion seeks
Pleasance in love-sighs,
She, looking thro' and thro' me
Thoroughly to undo me,
Smiling, never speaks:
So innocent-arch, so cunning-simple,
From beneath her gathered wimple
Glancing with black-bearded eyes,
Till the lightning laughters dimple
The baby-roses in her cheeks;
Then away she flies.

Prythee weep, May Lilian!
Gaiety without eclipse
Whearieth me, May Lilian;
Thro' my every heart it thrilleth
When from crimson-threaded lips
Silver-treble laughter trilleth:
Prythee weep, May Lilian!

Praying all I can,
If prayers will not hush thee,
Airy Lilian,
Like a rose-leaf I will crush thee,
Fairy Lilian.
--Lord Alfred Tennyson

Reading, writing, pondering, drawing, sports, and working. Specifics shall remain undisclosed, unless I see fit to tell you.

The Tiger

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And What shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

--William Blake