Looking at the stars trying to figure out what the hell is going on. Sitting at my computer wondering where the last few hours went. Eating. Sleeping. Playing soccer with friends. Eating. Listening to music. Sleeping.

Watching a movie (Princess Mononoke anyone?) in the comfort of a blanket while it rains just on the other side of the window. Chocolate optional but highly recommended. Preferably with someone else to enjoy the moment with me.

Not really my darkest secret, but here's a story. When I was about 6 apparently I was a master thief. When my mom would bring me grocery shopping I would stare at the candy displayed by the checkout counter with awe. Of course my mom rarely let me get any, which to my 6 year old brain was the most unjust thing to ever happen to anyone. Ever. So once when we were being rung up, I grabbed the nearest bar of chocolate because dammit I wanted one. No one noticed my perfect crime because who would suspect a sweet young boy. Once out of the store I felt on top of the world. I thought my mom would be happy for me. I got my candy bar and she didn't have to pay for it (what I thought was the main problem with me getting candy). I couldn't let my masterful thievery go unnoticed and unappreciated, so I showed my mom. She yelled at me and made me return it, for what reason I couldn't understand. I stomped back into the store and handed it to the nearest employee who received it with a smile. To be honest I think she though I was giving it to her as a gift, and not returning it. She probably ate it. So in the end I didn't get my candy, but I probably did cost Jewel a dollar.