Oh gosh. Okay, just remember that you asked for this...

1. My happy song is... not really a song. It's the World of Color soundtrack (?) It's just... happiness in my ears :)

3. My badass song would probably be Gives You Hell by The All-American Rejects

5. Song that makes me feel in love? ERM... I Won't Say I'm In Love from Hercules! 

7.Song that makes me jump in excitement: I Am Free by Newsboys or Seize the Day (the latter half of the song...ok, mainly the proud and defiant line)

9. A song that makes you cry: It's a tie between All-American Girl by Carrie Underwood and If I Die Young by The Band Perry

11.A song that I listened to too many times and got sick of it: DJ Got Us Falling In Love (the Sam Tsui version)

13. A song I hate: Pumped Up Kicks by Foster the People. NO. I CHANGED MY MIND. I HATE THRIFT SHOP. NO. Everyone ever plays it. On the ONLY pop music station in Colorado, they play this at least 5 times a day. I'm so past done. :)

15. A song that makes me sing: Mmm... Disney anything? Part of Your World, Hakuna Matata, or Go the Distance are probably the top 3 though

17. My favorite song: O.O I can't choose. I guess I'll go with Love In A Box by The Workday Release

19. The song I'm listening to now: We Could Happen by AJ Rafael <3

21. The first five songs on my ipod on shuffle: Let's Go Crazy (Prince), What Can I Do (Big Bang, the k-pop band), Pressure (Paramore), I'll Meet You There (Owl City), Little Lion Man (Mumford & Sons)

23. The song I want to die listening to: L-O-V-E by Nat King Cole (idk why. Just go with it)

25.A song that brings up good memories: Ain't No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye 

27. A song that I can fall asleep to: So Close by Jon McLaughlin

29. A song that makes me feel pumped up: What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction

31. A song I haven't heard in a long time: Lovebug by the Jonas Brothers

33. A song with a story behind it: No Other by Super Junior-- ok so this is the first K-POP song I was ever shown and I fell in love with the song, the music video, the band, the culture-- all of it. It started... well not an obsession, but a serious problem. And it also made me some of my best friends. It's amazing. <3

Jelly Baby: Fourth Doctor (favourite Classic Who Doctor)

Teddy Bear Doctor: Eighth Doctor (I'm falling more and more in love with him as time passes and it's a dangerous slope)

You Were Fantastic: Ninth Doctor (MY FIRST DOCTOR)

Stupid Face: Tenth Doctor OR David Tennant in general (Dani and I decided a while ago that this is the name for the person you love most and he's my favourite Doctor EVER/favourite human being)

Beautiful Idiot: Eleventh Doctor OR Matt Smith (because duh and also he's my raggedy man turned sexy who still does stupid things)

Defender of the Earth: Rose Tyler (Favourite companion! And "pink and yellow girl" wasn't portraying her badassery)

Most Important Woman: Donna Noble (JUST THERE ARE NO WORDS THAT EXPRESS MY LOVE FOR THE DOCTOR'S BEST FRIEND)

The Girl Who Waited: Amy Pond (I figure if she already HAS a nickname... ALSO MUM)

The Last Centurion: Rory Pond (again, too good to change ALSO DAD)

Child of the TARDIS: River Song ("hell in high heels" felt weird because it's my blog title and people ignore her connection to the TARDIS enough so)

OTP: the stuff of legend: Rose/Doctor (OTPS OF OTPS OKAY JUST SHUSH)

BrOTP: Space Man and Earth Girl: Donna/Doctor BESTFRIENDSHIP

OTP: together or not at all: Amy/Rory (MY. HEARTS.)

OTP: you me handcuffs: River/Doctor because MUST IT ALWAYS END THIS WAY?

Léon Colbert: How did you get to France?

Ian: You really want to know, eh?

Léon: The truth.

Ian: Oh yes, it's the truth all right.

Léon: You swear it?

So I'm not sure what it says about me that I was in the area where all people getting ambulatory surgery wait and my orthopedic surgeon walks in and is fully prepared to do his fourth surgery on me for a whole five minutes before he realizes I'm there for abdominal surgery not knee surgery or ankle surgery.

Then the anesthesiologist had a heart attack because the hospital had told me not to take any meds including seizure meds after midnight last night and it was almost noon so she was all "OH HONEY BABY LET ME GIVE YOU YOUR TOPAMAX AND KEPPRA AND HAVE ATIVAN WAITING IN CASE HELL BREAKS LOSE."

The nurse was ready to do an IV and recognized me so she numbed my hand beforehand (which hurts worse than the damn IV but it's not the end of the world) and because my luck works that way, this was the one time it went in in less than five tries.

Anyway, I come out of surgery and I'm in recovery and the nurse is like "How do you feel? Are you in pain?" and I guess I told her I was fine but I wanted the Brick and some tea. 

She did not understand my desire for a brick. Foolish non Les Mis fan.

Then I spent a while being repeatedly asked if it was normal for me to be this pale. I AM NEAR ALBINO OKAY IT IS NORMAL.

PSA: The breathing thing they give you to prevent pneumonia is a torture device.

I feel somewhat vindicated because they told me it was extremely hyperactive, but when they went in, it was also really inflamed.

I put off pain meds when I got home which was a mistake.

Then I heard David Tennant's voice and sat up too fast.

I regret this action.

But overall, it hurts LESS than before surgery.

I hope I can eat again by the 23 for my birthday. That would be awesome I haven't eaten real food in months.

Religion and I have a very complicated relationship. I mean, when mom's side is Catholic and dad's side is Baptist and both sides of the family are involved in their churches, religion drama is kind of expected, especially with going to a Baptist school and then a Catholic school and listening to all of the nasty domination-elitist shit.

Then you add in the fact that I don't like to label my sexuality because I see sexuality as fluid. The fact that I support gay rights because I think that's just being a decent human being. The fact that I try to be sex positive. That I was suicidal for a long time. That being sick has given me a very Hazel Grace attitude about capital S-something. That I'm a science person, not a heart person.  So, while my anthropologist side can absolutely see the value in religion to society and while I encourage other people to be religious because it can bring good things and it can give people a purpose in life, I am not personally religious.

And that's the difference: I don't force my beliefs on anybody or insult them for their beliefs. I think it's a very personal thing that should not be forced. My dad sees it differently, and he doesn't know that I like people based on personality, not gender, or that I stopped believing in God a while ago. He just looks at my life and thinks I should pray more about EVERYTHING.