Favourite film director... I've never thought of it before. I'd say it's a toss-up between Tim Burton (Ed Wood is one of my favourite films of all time) and Harold Ramis (Ghostbusters is one of the greatest films I've watched, but I also like him as a writer)
I have 4 red shirts, 2 of slightly different shades. The one shown in the video is one of the brighter red ones.
I got my spiral goggles infamously worn in the Behind the Mask video off of eBay, after seeing one of my favourite internet personalities TheSpoonyOne wear a pair as one of his alter egos "Dr. Insano". I love wearing them, but they are pretty dark when they're on. Hence, I can't wear them for a terribly long time.
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I've been to the hospital twice. The first time, I was 4 years-old. I was running around, acting out one of my many "ideas" (I do that to this day, in fact. I can only solidify a creative thought by acting out how it'll go exactly.) I was about to go into the bathroom to ask my mother to make me a bath, and somehow the next thing I know I was crying with a massive pain in my head, my mother coddling me in the back seat and my father driving me to the hospital. It appears that in my hyper-activity, I ran into the doorknob, cutting the skin on my head open. When we arrived, I remember them using some sort of adhesive rather than stitches to repair the broken skin.
The second time I went to the hospital was about two years ago. My PE teacher threw me a rogue rounders ball and it collided with my index finger, fracturing it slightly. The pain was unbearable (I have a pretty low threshold for pain) and I was taken to the hospital, where it was deduced that part of the bone had been chipped.
I would have MJ's, no question. The man's the most beautiful person on this planet. It would be a massive upgrade to my own face!!!
Now this could take a while, because I have the most detailed dreams of anyone you'll ever meet. I'll make a "brief" summary of one of my favourites:
"It was some time after the apocalypse. The ground was hollow and Sulphur filled the air. I awoke as always lucky to be alive. The Fragmented had eradicated most free will on the planet. My house was completely overrun with dark tentacles protruding from the ground. I went outside to try and find some more survivors, but I instead found my sister, completely corrupted by The Fragmented. I desperately tried to escape her by attempting to go into my room, but a dark mirror stopped me, mocking me by reminding me of simpler times."
I don't really like my nose, though that's most likely because I have extreme hayfever which is INCREDIBLY annoying!
In a way, I would if only to make sure I absolutely have no regrets before that day.