You see a little boy and little girl argueing about something in the school yard as you pass by. You smile in pride, knowing that they will one day fall in love...
Your entire computer desktop is themed with SxH wallpaper, icons, ect. Well... as many as you could find, anyway...
You write Sailor Moon poetry and fanfiction while you're supposed to be taking notes in class. Your teacher takes it away. She reads it outload... and you get many, many hateful stares from Michiru lovers. And you feel *proud*!
The margins of your class notes are full of Sailor Moon doodles and the words "Seiya" and "Sailor Star Fighter" surrounded by hearts.
When you run into anyone who likes Michiru or Usagi and dislikes *gasp!* the idea of Seiya and Haruka together, you are tempted to pull out your plastic Space Sword and attack without mercy.
There is a Haruka-look alike at the Cafe, and you quickly ask them how the relationship between her and Seiya is coming along.
You stand in the corner of the road, petitioning for Michiru to be destroyed and for Seiya and Haruka to be a couple.
Your mind formulates a plan to infiltrate the most recent Sailor Moon dubber (Dic, Toel, whatever the techinical name is for it is) and silently take over by kidnapping the workers and making them change the episodes, like so: Michiru and Haruka kissing is quickly changed to Seiya and Haruka kissing.
You actually did the above.
For Halloween, you grab you boy/girl friend, and dress them up as Sailor Star Fighter/ Uranus...and go out in public.
You do the above, and you are 20 or older.
You take quizzes like this one...this, being the only one...
You know every piece of Seiya and Haruka trivia ever to be -er- known. No one dares challenge you.
You have written letters to Naoko Takeuchi about your new idea...only to recieve the response that Sailor Moon stopped a few years ago.
And that you need help.
For all you tough gals out there... you are quick to look for a long, raven haired cutie...who is a jerk to you, but still, in your heart, you know that destiny will intertwine...
Or that you are just an idiot.
For all you manly guys out there...you are quick to scout (no pun intended) for a short, blonde haired chic driving a very cool sports car.
Or that you are just an idiot too...