Being out of the house is a big one for me. Mos def an interest. I like being outside, walking around with my best friends, having no idea where we are going, but we are going there.
Music
I think the one thing in life I would die without would be music. I listen to a wide variety of stuff that falls under the 'rock' category. Ska, Metal, 'Alternative', Hard Rock, Classic. Whatev. I like most of it. Now, I'm not going to be all like "OMG IZ ROCK I LIEKS IT." But, I will listen to what I like, and only what I like.
A few of my favorite bands include Tool, Reel Big Fish, Primus, Rush, and Streetlight Manifesto. There are countless other bands I listen to, but lord there are just too many.
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Movies
I am a movie fanatic. I love movies. I could sit and watch movie after movie after movie, all day. Hell, I have on occasion.
I have an ever expanding DVD collection that will more than likely kick your in the teeth. About 80% of any money I get goes to buying DVDs. I have a list somewhere, so if you ever want to know what all I have, just ask :)
A few movies that I would have to qualify as a 'favorite' would be The Warriors, Superbad, The Dark Knight, and Falling Down.
Television
I'm not HUGE into TV like I am with music and movies, but I do like to sit down and watch it occasionally. I hardly ever watch 'serious' shows, mostly funny shows and cartoon.s
Flapjack, Chowder, Scrubs, That 70's Show, King of the Hill, you know, stuff like that.
Books
I'm not big on books. I have read books that I fell in love with, but if it doesn't have pictures normally I won't touch it. But probably my favorite book ever is I Am Legend. It was genius, absolute genius. A close, neck and neck second, is the graphic novel Watchmen. I've read it at least 5 times, and I own the oh-so-expensive-but-oh-so-worth-every-penny Absolute version.
In order to describe who I am and what I'm all about, well, i really couldn't tell you.You'd be better off asking my friends, so here's what they had to say.
Hannah (The Best Friend): "Zac Featherston. He's my fraaan. :3 He's my best friend. My brother. My dorky twin. He's the best guy you'll probably ever meet. He's sweet, caring, fucking hilarious, and one of the biggest dorks I've ever met. He's like your favorite childhood stuffed animal. He comforts you, entertains you, and is always there for you. He's one of the only people who can make me smile when I'm upset and turn a horrible day into a fun one. I never thought I could be this close to someone, and I don't think I ever will be again. It's not every day you meet a guy who'll sit in the parking lot with you, eating a McDouble and listening to Elton John, then conduct a car horn orchestra with other obviously bored people. Friends like Zac are one in a million. I love you Zac, my bestest faggot friend ;D"
Megan (The sister):"
Zac, he is a cool guy. He is an amazing uncle and an awesome brother. He likes to listen to all kinds of music, and knows about the music he listens too. He is also very smart, I know shocking right? He also has his dick side, ehh but dont we all. He has a really geeky side to him that makes him oober cool. Like the other day I think I caught him watching Pokemon... lol. I think he is a good friend to have he is a very loyal person. He is an all round good kid. But lazy as hell! I know that if I was in school I would want him to be my friend. But I doubt he would want to be mine. I thinks that a lot people are just annoying, LOL I Love ya bro! "
Who I'd like to meet:
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When I came to, the general back-alley ambience of the suite was so
rotten, so incredibly foul. How long had I been lying there? All these
signs of violence. What had happened? There was evidence in this room
of excessive consumption of almost every type of drug known to
civilized man since 1544 AD. What kind of addict would need all these
coconut husks and crushed honeydew rinds? Would the presence of junkies
account for all these uneaten french fries? These puddles of glazed
ketchup on the bureau? Maybe so. But then why all this booze? And these
crude pornographic photos smeared with mustard that had dried to a hard
yellow crust? These were not the hoofprints of your average God-fearing
junky. It was too savage. Too aggressive.
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