Let's call this the 10 things Lynne thinks you know about her (and if you don't, maybe you should).
1). I don't really like people, a lot of the time. I can't control them, I don't know what they want, and I have to constantly fight off the feeling that I'm going to say one thing, just one, and screw up the friendship. Strangely, this is not as true for internet-people. Even when I meet them in real life. I begin to suspect I've spent 20-some years trying to be friendly with the wrong people for me. Who knew?
2). I read. I read a lot. Most of it is not high-brow intellectual literature--I, my friends, am drawn to sci-fi and fantasy, and I will read the dreck, if only because it makes me laugh. And I end up feeling like my own writing is not quite so bad. I like this feeling.
3). I tend to fixate on one thing at a time, and it consumes my free-time thoughts. Then it fades into something I can comfortably handle. Most of the time. This tends to be annoying, I suspect, if I choose you to be the one that I talk about my latest obsession to. Forgive me, I am like unto a small child. Except, you know, not. So.
4). I had precocious puberty as a child (because once you actually hit the appropriate age for puberty, this disease no longer counts. I know, I was totally shocked, too), and there were lots of Lupron shots in order to keep me from ending up 4'6" tall and menstruating by the age of 7. It was good times!
5). I played the clarinet for approximately 10 years. I never got over my performance anxiety and stage fright, but I made a lot of friends and acquaintances of varying degree, so none of this was a total loss. Also, playing music makes me happy!
6). I took horseback riding lessons because my part of town is right by the park, and there was a convenient falling-apart stable within walking distance of my house. I started with horses, moved on to a very energetic pony, and went back to horses. I even rode in a dressage competition and joined Pony Club. For. Um. Three months. My mother was even pondering buying me a horse, because a woman at the barn was selling hers and moving far far away, but fortunately I realized that was a little crazy and told my mom I was not planning on riding anymore. And I haven't, since. Sometimes I miss it.
7). I am a chemist, and in graduate school, and one day, three years from now, I will have a PhD. There is no negotiation on this point. If I have to give up an outside life entirely and redo every single project I have ever had, I will do this.
8). I love my little brother. We are friends, and we hang out sometimes (never ask him about the pajama party when our parents were not in town. He will DIE of embarrassment and denial), and I finance his guitar and band exploits. He is the cutest and sweetest little asshole/dickhead/monster I have ever met. <3
9). I tell stories, a lot, in my head. I have a reasonably well-sized cast of characters that I both tell original stories about, and whom I shove randomly into books/movies/TV shows, etc. It keeps me from being bored, and provides a nice counterpoint to all the thoughts about work that also keep me eternal company.
10). I tend toward depression to an occasionally disturbing degree, and by that I mean I really wish it hadn't been so long lasting, and that I could reasonably not expect a sudden and dramatic reoccurence. Alas, this is not to be. But! I have been in counselling at various points, and I'm really seriously a lot better than I was. Managing it is working, so far, and I'm very glad. I am even no longer on medication, and have not been for a couple of months. You probably have no idea how happy this makes me, unless you do.
I could keep going, probably, and do a huge dissertation on my personality, and my preferences, and my habits, but really that's boring for both you and me, and I'm all about keeping myself entertained.
Except, you know, when I'm not. Ha.
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