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1/3 of 100 Things
I've seen this 100 things kicking around, but I never thought I was interesting enough to fill it out. I decided to give it a shot. Seeing as I'm not so good at the short and sweet, I'm only posting 1/3 of it. Maybe someday I'll complete it.
1. My name is not Melinda Jane. I don't know why I refuse to use my real name, but for some reason, I like to be a secret. Melinda Jane has been my alter-ego since I was a kid. Trust me, you'll like her better. She has a lot more fun than I do. Someday, I hope to be just like her.
2. When I was a little girl, my mother told me the epic story of Bonnie and Clyde. Maybe it was the way she told it, or maybe my small mind twisted it, but in my heart, I thought they were heroes. I often wonder what that says about me, as a person.
3. Every man I've ever been in a long-term relationship with, has gone to prison. I refuse to wonder what that says about me, as a person.
4. I think it's a conspiracy. Every time the annual blood drive comes through at the town hall, I end up having a fresh tattoo. I am unable to donate. I am not a lifesaver.
5. I had a reoccurring dream, from as long as I can remember, up until the age of 12. In the dream, a woman, who looked slightly familiar, kidnapped me and injected me with something. Just as she pulled out the needle, I would wake up. Now that I don't have it, I miss the dream.
6. I have an obese beagle, and I love her very much. Her name is Miss Hannah, but I call her Meatball-Head/Meatball-Brain, because I think it's cuter.
7. I'm an adult who sleeps with the lights on. I don't care if I'm wasting energy, killing the planet, or increasing my carbon footprint. I'm childish, nervous, and I live alone.
8. I have a top ten list of irrational fears. It starts with contracting the Ebola Virus, and it ends with the man at the post office grabbing my hand, when I reach in to grab my mail out of the post box.
9. When I was fifteen, I read a book called The Perks Of Being A Wallflower. At the time, I was convinced that it changed my life, and maybe it did. Every year, about a week before my birthday, I make time to read it over again. It never feels the same, or sounds the same, but I like the nostalgia. I like making new notes in the margins, correcting my assumptions, and learning from my mistakes.
10. A few years ago, in a gallery in Western Massachusetts, I was disturbed by a piece of art. I stood in front of a statue of The Virgin Mary, she wore my face. She had the same sad eyes, same half pout, and the same carved bones. Two friends came up behind me. One was perplexed, the other thought it was some kind of sign. Just so you know, I'm not waiting for the immaculate conception.
11. I was a spoiled child. Maybe it's because I was the youngest, maybe it's because my parents were financially stable for the first time when I was little, but I pretty much got whatever I wanted from birth until about the time I was 12. The one thing that I never had, was a Teddy Ruxpin. When I was 18, as a gift to myself, I bought one on Ebay. When the power goes out, which happens all too frequently here, I'll put my Billy Idol cassette tape in the back of him, and sleep soundly.
12. I grew up listening to hard rock, and the roots of heavy metal. As I got a little older, I gave it up for punk rock, and the DC roots of emo (the roots, not the genre that became a punch line). Now, as I'm starting to feel seriously old, I've thrown myself into a new style, which I can only describe as new-school folk. I like it, and if it makes me lame, that's actually pretty accurate.
13. I'm a terrible driver. I have road rage, I stop short, and I frequently drive in the exit, and drive out the entrance. I'm not proud of any of this, but I accept it, work on it, and freely admit it.
14. Dennis Cooper is my favorite author. I started reading his books far too early, before I realized how controversial his words were, and before I understood some of the sexual acts described. I had the pleasure of meeting him once in New York. I told him this, and he smiled at me. It's a treasured moment for me, even if it is a little humiliating.
15. The New England Aquarium is one of my very favorite places in Boston. I once dated a boy who was an intern there. He let me go up to the top, and feed the giant sea turtles lettuce.
16. I drink so much Cherry Coke, that I'm half convinced that if cut, I would bleed carbonated sugar water. I know it's terrible for me, but since I don't drink coffee, I feel a little bit better about the whole thing.
17. My first college roommate made me take out her contacts for her, when she was too drunk to do it herself. I had to stick my finger on her eyeball. It was too intimate, and I'm afraid that after that, things were never the same. When I moved out, I never spoke to her again. I could hold her hair while she threw up, clean up her snotty tissues, but I could not touch her eye. It sounds strange, but it is a very true story.
18. Some people cry during movies, television shows, and epic mini-series. I cry when I hear a new song. Musicians have to fit all the energy, angst, and pain of a series into a four minute format. If it's done right, you almost have to weep. *cue Yr Letter by Onelinedrawing.*
19. My cat, Fatty Pants Fuzzy Boots, is the light of my life. Two summers ago, he saved my life. He darted across the living room rug, and took a Brown Recluse Spider into his mouth. I panicked as I saw the legs darting and struggling in his mouth, but he just kept eating. I held him all night, thinking that somehow, that poison would make its way through his body. As always, he survived. He's been my most trusted companion ever since.
20. Although she denies it, it's common knowledge that my mother smoked and drank while she was pregnant with me. It doesn't bother me, I think I turned out just fine. (Alright, so maybe not, but I don't think that she gets the blame for that. :) )
21. Although I don't support violence as a practical way to solve your problems, I think getting in a few fights adds character. Growing up with an older brother, I learned how to take a punch. It may be a false sense of security, but knowing that you can take a hit gives you confidence.
22. A beautiful boy tried to pick me up in a bar in Arizona one night. He had a giant tattoo of Ganesh. Over a shot of Jameson, I asked him what it meant to him. He said it looked cool. I got turned off, and went home alone. Two years later, I got the image of Our Lady Of Guadalupe inked into my forearm. Although I don't believe in god, or her authenticity, the image has great meaning to me. I get tired of explaining the reasoning. I make it a point to wear long sleeves or lie when asked about it. Every time I see the image of Ganesh, I want to kick myself.
23. I smoke too much. If the world was coming to an end, and there was only one Parliament Light left, I would punch my own mother in the face to have it. I'd feel bad about saying that, but I'm pretty sure she'd do the same to me for a Marlboro.
24. My brother and I have a very unhealthy relationship. I'm pretty sure that he thinks I gave birth to him, even though he is three years older than I am. I don't mind helping him, taking care of him, but sometimes he pushes me past my limits. There's only so much I can do for him, and I feel selfish when I'm reminded that he gives me very little back. (Although, he did shovel most of my driveway for me last week, I should learn to appreciate the little things.)
25. I love white chocolate. Those Lindt white chocolate truffle things, seriously, the best things ever.
26. I almost set my house on fire while making a box of Kraft mac and cheese. One second the water was boiling with the box next to the stove, the next thing I know, I'm smacking the stove with a towel, and waving the morning paper at the smoke detector. For the record, I don't cook very often.
27. I no longer have an arch in my foot. I've been wearing Converse sneakers for about thirteen years now. Although my feet are ruined, as soon as they start drafting women, I'll have the satisfaction of not having to serve my country.
28. While most people in my class quoted pop songs in their year books, I quoted Lawrence Ferlinghetti. I don't think that makes me better or smarter, but I at least will have the pleasure of still loving what I wrote. In 20 years, no one is going to remember half of those songs. Autobiography will be with me for life.
"I have dreamt
that all my teeth fell out
but my tongue lived
to tell the tale.
For I am a still
of poetry.
I am a bank of song.
I am a player piano
in an abandoned casino
on a seaside esplanade
in a dense fog
still playing."
29. Although I don't watch it regularly, I think My Name Is Earl is one of the greatest concepts for a television show. Karma is indeed a bitch, and I have a lot of things that I need to apologize for. When I win the lottery, I will think about correcting that mess.
30. It's been years, and I still haven't recovered from the disappointing finale of Queer As Folk. There were too many things left unsaid, and too many mistakes made in the last season. Since then, I refuse to invest too much of my time and energy into a television show. I always seem to side with the underdog, and the nice guys always finish last.
31. Two years ago, six weeks after Christmas, my grandmother passed away. In her will, she stated that she wanted to be buried in her pajamas. She was. She was buried in my gift to her, the silk ones that she said were too fancy. She refused to wear them in life because of their luxury. I wonder if they served her well in death. I wonder if she knew she was going to wear them in death when she unwrapped the festive paper..
32. I am a picky eater. I don't so much have a problem with the taste of food, but certain textures bother me. I can't eat anything that seems soggy. I can't eat cereal, and I can't eat oatmeal. That being said, it's not a surprise to say that I never eat breakfast.
33. I refuse to call people by their real names. I don't do it because I have a lack of respect for them, it's quite the opposite. That, and it makes for a fairly entertaining 'address book' inside my cellphone.
calm1. My name is not Melinda Jane. I don't know why I refuse to use my real name, but for some reason, I like to be a secret. Melinda Jane has been my alter-ego since I was a kid. Trust me, you'll like her better. She has a lot more fun than I do. Someday, I hope to be just like her.
2. When I was a little girl, my mother told me the epic story of Bonnie and Clyde. Maybe it was the way she told it, or maybe my small mind twisted it, but in my heart, I thought they were heroes. I often wonder what that says about me, as a person.
3. Every man I've ever been in a long-term relationship with, has gone to prison. I refuse to wonder what that says about me, as a person.
4. I think it's a conspiracy. Every time the annual blood drive comes through at the town hall, I end up having a fresh tattoo. I am unable to donate. I am not a lifesaver.
5. I had a reoccurring dream, from as long as I can remember, up until the age of 12. In the dream, a woman, who looked slightly familiar, kidnapped me and injected me with something. Just as she pulled out the needle, I would wake up. Now that I don't have it, I miss the dream.
6. I have an obese beagle, and I love her very much. Her name is Miss Hannah, but I call her Meatball-Head/Meatball-Brain, because I think it's cuter.
7. I'm an adult who sleeps with the lights on. I don't care if I'm wasting energy, killing the planet, or increasing my carbon footprint. I'm childish, nervous, and I live alone.
8. I have a top ten list of irrational fears. It starts with contracting the Ebola Virus, and it ends with the man at the post office grabbing my hand, when I reach in to grab my mail out of the post box.
9. When I was fifteen, I read a book called The Perks Of Being A Wallflower. At the time, I was convinced that it changed my life, and maybe it did. Every year, about a week before my birthday, I make time to read it over again. It never feels the same, or sounds the same, but I like the nostalgia. I like making new notes in the margins, correcting my assumptions, and learning from my mistakes.
10. A few years ago, in a gallery in Western Massachusetts, I was disturbed by a piece of art. I stood in front of a statue of The Virgin Mary, she wore my face. She had the same sad eyes, same half pout, and the same carved bones. Two friends came up behind me. One was perplexed, the other thought it was some kind of sign. Just so you know, I'm not waiting for the immaculate conception.
11. I was a spoiled child. Maybe it's because I was the youngest, maybe it's because my parents were financially stable for the first time when I was little, but I pretty much got whatever I wanted from birth until about the time I was 12. The one thing that I never had, was a Teddy Ruxpin. When I was 18, as a gift to myself, I bought one on Ebay. When the power goes out, which happens all too frequently here, I'll put my Billy Idol cassette tape in the back of him, and sleep soundly.
12. I grew up listening to hard rock, and the roots of heavy metal. As I got a little older, I gave it up for punk rock, and the DC roots of emo (the roots, not the genre that became a punch line). Now, as I'm starting to feel seriously old, I've thrown myself into a new style, which I can only describe as new-school folk. I like it, and if it makes me lame, that's actually pretty accurate.
13. I'm a terrible driver. I have road rage, I stop short, and I frequently drive in the exit, and drive out the entrance. I'm not proud of any of this, but I accept it, work on it, and freely admit it.
14. Dennis Cooper is my favorite author. I started reading his books far too early, before I realized how controversial his words were, and before I understood some of the sexual acts described. I had the pleasure of meeting him once in New York. I told him this, and he smiled at me. It's a treasured moment for me, even if it is a little humiliating.
15. The New England Aquarium is one of my very favorite places in Boston. I once dated a boy who was an intern there. He let me go up to the top, and feed the giant sea turtles lettuce.
16. I drink so much Cherry Coke, that I'm half convinced that if cut, I would bleed carbonated sugar water. I know it's terrible for me, but since I don't drink coffee, I feel a little bit better about the whole thing.
17. My first college roommate made me take out her contacts for her, when she was too drunk to do it herself. I had to stick my finger on her eyeball. It was too intimate, and I'm afraid that after that, things were never the same. When I moved out, I never spoke to her again. I could hold her hair while she threw up, clean up her snotty tissues, but I could not touch her eye. It sounds strange, but it is a very true story.
18. Some people cry during movies, television shows, and epic mini-series. I cry when I hear a new song. Musicians have to fit all the energy, angst, and pain of a series into a four minute format. If it's done right, you almost have to weep. *cue Yr Letter by Onelinedrawing.*
19. My cat, Fatty Pants Fuzzy Boots, is the light of my life. Two summers ago, he saved my life. He darted across the living room rug, and took a Brown Recluse Spider into his mouth. I panicked as I saw the legs darting and struggling in his mouth, but he just kept eating. I held him all night, thinking that somehow, that poison would make its way through his body. As always, he survived. He's been my most trusted companion ever since.
20. Although she denies it, it's common knowledge that my mother smoked and drank while she was pregnant with me. It doesn't bother me, I think I turned out just fine. (Alright, so maybe not, but I don't think that she gets the blame for that. :) )
21. Although I don't support violence as a practical way to solve your problems, I think getting in a few fights adds character. Growing up with an older brother, I learned how to take a punch. It may be a false sense of security, but knowing that you can take a hit gives you confidence.
22. A beautiful boy tried to pick me up in a bar in Arizona one night. He had a giant tattoo of Ganesh. Over a shot of Jameson, I asked him what it meant to him. He said it looked cool. I got turned off, and went home alone. Two years later, I got the image of Our Lady Of Guadalupe inked into my forearm. Although I don't believe in god, or her authenticity, the image has great meaning to me. I get tired of explaining the reasoning. I make it a point to wear long sleeves or lie when asked about it. Every time I see the image of Ganesh, I want to kick myself.
23. I smoke too much. If the world was coming to an end, and there was only one Parliament Light left, I would punch my own mother in the face to have it. I'd feel bad about saying that, but I'm pretty sure she'd do the same to me for a Marlboro.
24. My brother and I have a very unhealthy relationship. I'm pretty sure that he thinks I gave birth to him, even though he is three years older than I am. I don't mind helping him, taking care of him, but sometimes he pushes me past my limits. There's only so much I can do for him, and I feel selfish when I'm reminded that he gives me very little back. (Although, he did shovel most of my driveway for me last week, I should learn to appreciate the little things.)
25. I love white chocolate. Those Lindt white chocolate truffle things, seriously, the best things ever.
26. I almost set my house on fire while making a box of Kraft mac and cheese. One second the water was boiling with the box next to the stove, the next thing I know, I'm smacking the stove with a towel, and waving the morning paper at the smoke detector. For the record, I don't cook very often.
27. I no longer have an arch in my foot. I've been wearing Converse sneakers for about thirteen years now. Although my feet are ruined, as soon as they start drafting women, I'll have the satisfaction of not having to serve my country.
28. While most people in my class quoted pop songs in their year books, I quoted Lawrence Ferlinghetti. I don't think that makes me better or smarter, but I at least will have the pleasure of still loving what I wrote. In 20 years, no one is going to remember half of those songs. Autobiography will be with me for life.
"I have dreamt
that all my teeth fell out
but my tongue lived
to tell the tale.
For I am a still
of poetry.
I am a bank of song.
I am a player piano
in an abandoned casino
on a seaside esplanade
in a dense fog
still playing."
29. Although I don't watch it regularly, I think My Name Is Earl is one of the greatest concepts for a television show. Karma is indeed a bitch, and I have a lot of things that I need to apologize for. When I win the lottery, I will think about correcting that mess.
30. It's been years, and I still haven't recovered from the disappointing finale of Queer As Folk. There were too many things left unsaid, and too many mistakes made in the last season. Since then, I refuse to invest too much of my time and energy into a television show. I always seem to side with the underdog, and the nice guys always finish last.
31. Two years ago, six weeks after Christmas, my grandmother passed away. In her will, she stated that she wanted to be buried in her pajamas. She was. She was buried in my gift to her, the silk ones that she said were too fancy. She refused to wear them in life because of their luxury. I wonder if they served her well in death. I wonder if she knew she was going to wear them in death when she unwrapped the festive paper..
32. I am a picky eater. I don't so much have a problem with the taste of food, but certain textures bother me. I can't eat anything that seems soggy. I can't eat cereal, and I can't eat oatmeal. That being said, it's not a surprise to say that I never eat breakfast.
33. I refuse to call people by their real names. I don't do it because I have a lack of respect for them, it's quite the opposite. That, and it makes for a fairly entertaining 'address book' inside my cellphone.
this was very interesting sweetheart...; D
lol. Good to know that I'm not crazy. It's nice to know that someone else experiences some of my quirky-like behaviors/stories.
:)
1. My real nickname is Midge. It's not a SN or something I pulled out of thin air or anything. I have no issues with my given name, but i just get a kick out of people calling me Midge, especially my IRL friends, since they all have no idea I write, have no idea about my fics, or that I write slash. I think some of them would die if they knew. So, when they call me "midge," it makes me chuckle, b/c if they only knew what their Midge wrote last night... *giggles* There's only one other nickname I have; it's "Willa;" even better, one of my closest guys friends' nickname is "Bam Bam," & neither had anything to do with the real Willa and Bammie. Well, initially. But then we met each other, & that changed pretty fucking quickly... *chuckles* But that's a story for another day... ;-D
7. When the hubby is out of town, or is working insane hours and won't be home until, like, 2 am, I light my house up like a fucking Xmas tree. And leave the TV on.
8. Everyone has a list of irrational fears; since you showed me some of yours, I'll show you some of mine--tit for fucking tat. :-) From the age of 3, I've been a swimmer. By 5, I was swimming in exhibition races. Until I was 18, I was a competitive swimmer, on a team, pulling 2-3 practices a day, All-Star meets, the whole thing. I spent more time in the water than out of it. At 16, I became a lifeguard, worked up the ranks, & after 10 years, became the captain of my local county's guards. I ran HUGE swim meets. I can change a busted lane line, move a bulkhead, & repair a touchpad better than anyone you fucking know. My secret/irrational fear? I've always been afraid of the bottom of pools. If I can't touch the bottom, I fear it. One of the facilities I worked at had a part of the pool that was 17 ft deep; if something sank to the bottom, like a wrench, I'd always send another guard down to get it instead of doing it myself. I'd lie & say it was because my ears couldn't handle it, but the real reason was b/c I was afraid. The few times I tried, I'd have panic attacks & wind up sucking on my inhaler. I would think the drains were going to come apart & suck me in or some shit. Totally irrational, but 100% true--to this day, I'm still afraid of the bottom of pools.
12. Not lame. My musical tastes range from Bach to Black Sabbath, & everything in between. And I love all that neo-folk shit too. So, you're not alone sweetheart.
16. I need coffee to live. Open my veins, and I bleed it. The only person on the face of the planet that possibly drinks more of it than myself is Valo. And that's saying something.
18. I heard the acoustic original version (not the new, "rock-ier" version they recorded for the new album) of "Your Call" by Secondhand Serenade a few months back, & I bawled like a baby for an hour after hearing it. Now, I listen to it all the time, at least once a day.
20. So did mine. Maybe that's why we "get" each other so much! ;-)
23. Fuck. Yeah. That is all. ;-D
28. I had two quotes in my HS yearbook; the 1st was "what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger." The 2nd was "save your happiness for tomorrow, and today we'll drown in your tears..." obviously from "The Beginning of the End." Both quotes pretty much summed my life up to that point for me, & even to this day, I don't regret choosing them.
32. I used to love cottage cheese as a child. Now, I gag on the stuff. I'm not a picky eater, but I have a life-threatening food allergy (soy), so I always come off as a picky eater. But really, that's not the case.
33. I do the same thing! One of my best friends, Bam Bam, aka Bammie (whose real name is Hector), and I always laugh about that. He always calls me Willa, and one day, we were driving in his car, and he called me by my actual given name. We both looked at each other, and busted out laughing. I was like "were you talking to me?!?" & he was like "ew. That was weird; remind me to never call you that again." Even in rehearsals, if I'm trying to get his attention, fuck who ever's there, I'll call him Bammie--he just doesn't respond to Hector anymore. XD
So, did I do a good job commenting? Did I live up to my rep? ;-P
*hugs and snuggles*
♥
1. Oh my god. Let's talk about having a secret life, to go with my secret name. If you told any of my friends that I read or wrote slash, they'd fall down laughing. Like, I'm saying that it's so far fetched, that it would be easier to convince them that George Bush discovered the secret to bringing peace to The Middle East.
7. Lol. I don't leave all the lights on, but I leave my bedroom light on. I also can't sleep unless I have two little heart beats thundering in my bed. I live alone, but I'm never alone. My babies are my life. It's a little sad, but I'm not afraid of being the cat lady. I'm too happy to be disappointed with my life.
8. I have a phobia of pools, but it has nothing to do with the bottom of them. I don't care how many different chemicals they poor into it, it still seems like a big pile of germs and filth! The ocean is even worse. I'm a land lady, living in a sea side town. It suits me just fine.
12. Seriously, the neo-folk shit is taking over my life. It makes me want to be a hippie. All that free love and acid, I want it. (Okay, maybe not the acid, because I'm a little fucked up without drugs.)
16. I have a problem drinking hot beverages for some reason. It goes with another phobia of mine. I'm afraid if you have ice cream and a hot beverage together, that your teeth will explode. Nuts, I know, but that's just me.
20. Yes! Sweet! That must be it. We both secretly have well hidden Fetal Alcohol Syndrome. Ugh, that was in terrible taste. I shouldn't have said that. Also, I think the reason kids are allergic to everything, is because people use too much of that anti-bacterial shit. I'm not suggesting that mothers go out and drink like Bam, but...give the kid some damn peanut butter!
23. *Hands you my lighter.* Curl up. I won't tell anyone that you're smoking with fluid in your lungs. What happens under the quilt, stays under the quilt.
33. I think having nicknames for your close friends, is great. It's like a little secret thing that no one else can take away. I have a lot of different nicknames, and I treasure them all!
*hugs you lightly, because you have the plague*
You totally lived up to your comment rep. In fact, it's better than I anticipated.
You're too fucking cute for your own good! XD
1. We'd probably wind up burying our friends together in a ditch if they found out about our mutual penchants for slash. ;-D Honestly, far-fetched doesn't even begin to cover it. They'd laugh and think I was trying to punk them. Then, I'd have to be all like "but guyz! This is srs bsns! Srsly." ;-)
7. You won't be the cat lady! lol! Trust me, you're too much of a catch to wind up like that. But, if you're determined to be a cat lady, then do it all the way. Wear the polyester house dresses from Target, smell like tuna, and yell at the kids getting off the bus for stepping too close to your lawn. Go for it--I'll totally support you 100%. *giggles*
8. You're right: the ocean is worse than the most poorly-taken care of kiddie pool. However, where I worked, swam, etc, they take better care of the pools than they do their own bath tubs (which is a scary thought in itself). Nassau County's Health Dept regs for pools are so fucking stringent, that I've never worried once about the quality of my pools. Plus, if I'm swimming somewhere strange, I know all of the proper questions to ask the pool engineer to make sure that I'm not swimming in a cesspool. Because Ryan Dunn did that, and it looked shitty. Literally.
12. I could never be a hippie. I like showers and hate patchouli too much. As for free love, well...it's been my experience in life that nothing is truly free (how's that for jaded? *snorts*). And acid is over-rated. Trust me.
16. I find your fear of mixing ice cream and hot beverages not only amusing, but adorable. I'd try to reassure you that your teeth won't explode from ingesting the two in one sitting, as my teeth are all still intact, but somehow, I don't think that it would make you think any differently.
20. LMFAO!!! Yes! That must be it. And it's not in terrible taste at all--this is ME you're talking to, remember? I'm the weird fuck that makes sexual jokes about Katrina and natural disasters! Maybe I can just blame it on the FAS... ;-P And that anti-bacterial shit does nothing. I used gallons of it while teaching, and my kids still gave me every disease under the sun. Except for the lice--that was something I never picked up from them, and couldn't be happier about dodging that bullet. Ew. *shudders*
23. *lights up eagerly like Valo after a trans-atlantic flight* Exactly: what happens under the quilt, stays under the quilt. ;-) I'll just do an extra nebulizer treatment to make up for it...they cancel each other out, right? O.o
33. It's like having your own secret language that outsiders think they understand, but they don't. I fucking love it, especially when people glare. It's like "yeah fucker, you have no idea what it means, and you never will. You wish I gave you a cute nickname. But you suck, so no. I'll just refer to you from now on as 'the fucker.' Done." *snickers*
*keeps her plague-infested self under the cover* You know, because it'll stay there. ;-)
*blushes*
Thank you love. I try. ;-D
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Oh, I'm not cute at all. I'm just pretty good at fooling people.
1. I'll bring the shovel, you bring the tarp. One of us should bring snacks. I saw Casino, burying people looks like work. lol. It's nice to know that someone else lives a secret slashy life. *I won't tell if you won't tell.*
7. Lol. Did you just call me a catch? I'm the biggest mess in history! I make it impossible to love me full time! I kid. I probably won't end up like the cat lady, until after I successfully destroy my first marriage. After that, I'll wear a moo moo, put razorblades in the Halloween candy, and call the cops when the neighbors play their crazy rock'n'roll too loud. I refuse to smell like tuna though. The smell of tuna makes me gag.
8. Because Ryan Dunn did that, and it looked shitty. Literally. *Dies!* Best line ever! I love it.
12. Ugh, I'm with you. Patchouli is the worst smell ever. It smells like fancy dirt. I never understood why anyone would want to hide their original stink, with that one. *snickers* Yes, nothing in life is free. But with enough alcohol, low standards, and the fact that you're on vacation...*grins and just trails off without finishing the sentence.*
16. I'm not convinced. It could happen. Right after my teeth explode from hot beverage and cold ice cream, seriously, it would be time for spontaneous human combustion. That's a scary mixture there. You're putting yourself at risk with each delicious treat! I'll pray for you! *puts dentist on speed dial*
20. FAS twins for life! Ugh, head lice scares the crap out of me. A couple years ago, one of my friends got scabies. I told her that I loved her, but that I didn't want her to touch me until the bugs under her skin stopped hatching. Does that make me a terrible person? Yes, yes it does. But, scabies? How do you get scabies in this day and age?
33. I totally need to find you an appropriate nickname. It's on the list of things to do. It's right under 'start thinking about getting the oil changed in my car,' and right before 'world domination.' It will happen naturally, I'm sure. :)
Shut your mouth. *wipes your face with a lysol wet one.* Okay, you can stay now. Did you cough bronchitis on my cookies?
*smiles*
You are always welcome! I appreciate the sassy/funny/insane replies.
(I posted part 2. Don't feel obligated to go bananas on that one. I know you're sick and busy.)
*bigger hugs*
5. Fascinating. For whatever reason, I've always loved to hear what other people's dreams are like. Maybe it's just to prove to myself that I'm not the only one who has crazy dreams. I also like reading things on dream interpretation, though I don't buy most of it. Some'll make you wonder.
6. I have an 85 lb. mutt that I rescued from the pound 2 years ago and he is my baby. And he gets mad when I tell him he can't sit in my lap anymore because I can't feel my legs.
7. I'm the exact opposite. The fewest lights on possible, the better for me. I've been known to just sit in the dark watching tv, just because I don't like the glare from the lights.
8. Everyone has irrational fears. And if they say they don't, they're lying. Mine are mice and clowns. I don't really understand the mouse thing, either because I grew up on a farm and there were mice in the barn all the time which didn't bother me--I even rescued 3 baby mice and fed them for a couple of months, but if there is a mouse in my house, it freaks me out. It really gets me when I can hear them crawling inside the walls at night while I'm trying to sleep. Clowns on the other hand is pretty easy to explain. It's the creepy, giant painted-on smile when said person isn't smiling that freaks me the fuck out. That, and the fact that I watched Steven King's It before I should have.
9. I thought I was the only one who liked to make notes in the margins of books and then go back and re-read what I had written. I love re-reading books that really meant something to me at some point to see if I still feel that way or if it was just because I read it at/during a specific time that it affected me the way it did.
12. Not lame at all. My musical tastes are so ecclectic that sometimes I wonder why people only let themselves enjoy a certain type of music. As if liking anything else is going to do something horrible to them.
17. Um, eww. I've no problem touching my own eyeball, but I seriously doubt I'd be able to touch someone else's.
18. There are certain songs that no matter how many times I listen to them, can always make me cry without fail. *cue Damien Rices 9 Crimes*
21. I'm not a violent person in the least, but I totally agree with you. May have something to do with growing up with an older brother, though. But there's enough of an age difference for me that we got along really well.
22. Picture?
24. My brother and I get along really well. After he got married, his wife and I always hung out because she didn't know anyone and we are close in age, and once I started hanging out at his place more, he realized we had more in common that he thought previously, and he didn't see me as the annoying little sister anymore.
28. I don't remember my quote, but I do remember my graduation song was Metallica's Nothing Else Matters, which for a tiny farming town was pretty amazing.
30. Don't even get me started on how disappointing that finale was. Felt like such a letdown after 5 seasons.
33. What's the fun in callilng people by their real names? Though a lot of people think I'm being disrespectful when I call my mom by her first n ame instead of saying mom. She doesn't care, though, and that's all I care about.
I don't mind in the slightest. As you found out, I'm a little long-winded myself!
5. I've never really taken the time to interpret my dreams. I'm under the impression that it's always because I ate something insane, or I'm smooshing things together, that I watched on TV.
7. I so understand that! It doesn't matter how big they get, they still think that they're babies. (Mostly, because we treat them that way.) Generally, I just let my dog sit on me. I kind of like that tingling feeling in my toes! :)
9. Nope, you're not alone. I never let anyone borrow my books, because I don't want them to know how crazy I really am. Those notes in the margins are uncensored. I would never want to defend or explain my reasoning for writing those side notes. Plus, I'm sort of paranoid that people would end up sneezing in my book. Did I mention that I'm crazy?
17. Yeah, that was one of the worst experiences of my life. I don't have contacts, and I didn't even really understand how to get it out. I was very relieved when she wasn't blind the next morning. Although, it would have taught her a lesson.
22. Of the boy? No. Lol, unfortunately, he was never seen again. The tattoo? I do have one. I'll post it around here someday. It's hard to get a good shot of it. There's a lot of shading and detail that only I get to appreciate. I don't like to be touched, so I generally pull my arm away before people can take in the subtle shading. I love it. The tattoo was a gift to myself, not something to make me look oh-so-edgy.
28. My graduation song was U2's It's A Beautiful Day. Luckily, it actually was quite sunny out. Everyone in the graduation class had the same stupid looking sun burn on our cheeks.
30. I'll try not to get you started, but seriously, ugh! I can't believe how terrible it was. Although to be honest, I'm glad someone else shares my pain. I have to say though, I miss Brian Kinney. I'd take alternate universe, 'I actually say I love you' Brian Kinney, over no Brian Kinney at all!
33. What's the fun? No fun! I don't think I could call my mom by her real name, it just sounds weird. I do call her Moo though. It's one of my quirks!
Thanks for sharing! It's good to learn more about people on LJ. I'm still new around here!
(Too long for the reply box, sorry!)
*muah*
I can agree with you on refusing to use your real name, I still have people who haven't a clue what my name really is. <3