azurelunatic | User Manual (how to get along with the Lunatic)

I don't smoke and you won't either. This should not be a problem. The occasional clove is okay; incense is okay; I'll tell you if I'm having a problem.

I have friends. They are night people and we can be noisy. Since my friends are often your friends, and I have to sleep too, this should not be a problem.

A few minor psychological oddities:
- Occasional crying for no apparent reason
- Sometimes I withdraw into myself; this can be dangerous for me, but not usually dangerous for others.
- Scared of the dark and unexpected glowy lights.
- Phobic, and can, on request, or even without request, trace the roots of the phobias and explain them so well that they are contagious to the susceptible.
- Panic attacks.
- Highly obsessive
- Prone to depressions.
Most of these aren't so much a problem anymore. I may revert under stress, but you've seen me like this before. I'm really trying hard to get over it.

Certain topics will cause me to stutter. It's usually because of the time That Idiot Shawn tried to kill himself while on the phone with me. Remind me that it's over now and I'm safe now. This usually takes the form of an attack of claustrophobia when I am very very tired. Get me away from crowds and people I am uncomfortable around, sit me down, shut me, up, and get me a glass of water please.

Nervous of fire within three feet of me. It used to be six feet. I'm getting better. I have always been a little skittish, and it was not helped when That Idiot Shawn set my ponytail on fire.

Talks to self and quotes random literature and songs; talks to "inanimate" objects and people who are not present, dead, or of questionable reality. Laughs to self for no apparent reason. May again develop alternate personalities; answers them aloud. Spaces out randomly.

Bisexual. Witch. There should be no trouble here. If my joking around goes too far, tell me and I'll stop.

Organizationally challenged, but goes on periodic cleaning sprees that are highly disruptive of household ecology. Organizes compulsively, randomly, and erratically. If there's a correct place for something to go, I'll put it there. Otherwise, things can get ugly.

Up until all hours on computer: computer hog. I get lots of e-mail, and use Livejournal a lot.

I sing. I'm not necessarily in tune. Changes keys without warning while singing.

Healthily despises most TV, especially talk shows, soap operas, and Dateline. Loves X-Files, The Lone Gunmen, and Dark Angel. Buffy is negotiable.

Music: loves R.E.M. and They Might Be Giants, many classic rock & retro songs, heavy metal. Kind of likes Spice Girls; hates Hootie & the Blowfish with a passion, dislikes most country and rap.

Let's have a marathon music day where we play ALL our R.E.M. CD's in a row!

Occasionally has to be reminded to shower. Not very often, but clobber me if I forget.

Occasionally faints due to forgetting to eat and/or accidentally holding breath when getting to feet. Bones don't usually break. Known allergies/sensitivities: rashes from certain concentrated dish soaps; rashes from skin contact with all but certified hypoallergenic metals and even some of those; sensitive to large amounts of garlic, bananas, walnuts.

Babbles. Repeats self, forgets, and repeats it again. If you don't think you were supposed to have heard it from me, don't have heard it, please.

Manipulative bitch: used to getting own way. Pouts, sulks, and huffs. Stubborn. Teases & baits. Bossy. Prefers to have someone else assume the actual leadership role.

Dense. Things that seem obvious to most are not obvious to me. Better to spell it out and risk acting like I'm an idiot than to not spell it out and have me do something incredibly dumb.

No tact, often at the worst moments. Must be told what not to tell who. I am accustomed to absolute honesty, and must be reminded of when to lie for privacy or politeness' sake.

Pathologically and terminally clueless: often unaware of events until they are smashed over her head. If there's something you think I ought to have noticed, but I haven't seemed to, I either haven't, or I think my mind is playing tricks on me again.

If you think something you are doing or not doing is bothering me, ask me about it. I am not always good about mentioning things that bother me until they become a severe problem.

If the subject of Shawn comes up (that idiot) prepare for a tirade and duck.

Needs frequent and casual physical contact with trusted friends. Hugs without warning and randomly, whenever I need some human contact.

I call it a sense of humor. Other people may have different names for it.

Likes cats but not dogs, especially not little yappy ones.

Will pick up your accent and/or speech patterns.

Minimal fashion sense, but it works for me. I prefer to wear all black, the same thing every day so I don't have to worry about what to wear.

Infamous five minute crushes. Will not shut up about current love/lust object. Rule for dealing with my crushes: most likely I'll be over it within two weeks. I get crushes on just about everybody I could concievably fall for, but it usually doesn't last.

Incurable writer. Current novel: Ectogenesis. You may be subjected to excerpts and asked opinions on character interactions. If I bring up something and say "for the book" it has very little bearing on the current situation, so don't read too much into it. Think of it as extreme non sequitor time.

I keep a journal. Several. There isn't much in there that other people shouldn't know.

Bad poetry.

Ask before you borrow my clothes.

Nail polish fumes. Perfume. I hope you like the kind I wear. Incense. Yummy.

Makes up crackpot psychological theories about self and others.

Drops rocks on floor in middle of night. Sleeps with rocks and lightsaber, and, occasionally, naked steel, rather than teddy bear or security blanket.

Hogs blankets. Sleeps skyclad. Must not overheat while sleeping.

Odd eating habits. Picky eater. Not all of favorite foods considered nontoxic by mainstream society. Must have salad. I do eat pizza and chocolate. May not always be able to consume solid food for breakfast. Does not necessarily notice if foods are over or under cooked. Tries to avoid chicken.

Yarn, tangled all over. I crochet.

Computer parts and cables, tangled all over.

Books, all over. There is no such thing as too much bookshelf space.

Alternates between lethargic and hyper. Moods linked to temperature: too cold = depressed; too hot = exhausted; just right = hyper.

I tolerate the outdoors. Don't push it on me.

Procrastinatrix extraordinaire.

Not particularly accustomed to operating under a tight budget.

Tell me if there's something irritating that I'm doing. I may not realize it if I annoy you.

I must every now and then listen to R.E.M., watch Star Trek, and disappear into my books for a few days to renew myself. This is necessary.

Don't throw away papers with information on them -- run them by me first. I will maintain a place for unfiled papers and clean it periodically. Tell me if you put stuff in there.

Tell me when you need the phone line to be clear. I like to be able to call Darkside in the evenings, sometime around 8:45.

If there's anything that I should be doing that I'm not, remind me. Odds are I've just forgotten.