practicing swordplay (high time, stinger, drive, over drive...) whenever you get your hands on some long sticks (bloom, crane, flute, branch, stick...), and dance like twosome time and/or firework when you're in a party.
you're afraid of killing a big spider - in fear of little white spiders will come out of its corpse. =]
addicted to a diet of pizza with no olives
your friends start realizing lately, you've been rubbing people the wrong way more often.
you search in wikipedia about all those weapons' info: from semi-auto pistol to that-german-name-for-rebellion-type-sword.