1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says:
From the Onion Girl, by Charles De Lint... "Did she seem lucid?" he asked.
2: Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?
A computer speaker. And it fell over with a 'clunk'.
3: What is the last thing you watched on TV?
Mad, Mad House... it's a reality series on Sci-Fi Network.
4: WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what the time is:
5: Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?:
9:01pm (Sorry. When one works in a call center, and it's near the end of their shift, one tends to look at the clock pretty regularly.)
6: With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?:
"..when you get to the parental control, then use the right arrow key..."
"Okay sir, now let's try it again. Hit set-up..."
"...of course, but that's still not something we'd support..."
7: When did you last step outside? What were you doing?:
It was my 8pm break, taken twenty minutes late, and I was reading the printed-out guidelines of the abstractthought LJ community.
8: Before you came to this website, what did you look at?:
Cruising sci fi photomanips on DeviantArt.
9: What are you wearing?:
Comfy jeans. Worn out, strapless bra. T-shirt my dad got me yesterday... it says "LIFE - STILL A POOR SUBSTITUTE FOR VIDEO GAMES". Lessee... a watch. Socks, sketchers. Purple underwear. 5 earrings. Hairband. A ho-hum expression.
10: Did you dream last night?:
I definitely did, but it's faded by now.
11: When did you last laugh?:
When my co-worker one row over abruptly stood up and announced. "It's happened. I have reached the end of the internet. There is nothing left for me..." and flumped boredly back into his seat.
12: What is on the walls of the room you are in?:
Gawdawful motivational posters. The one closest to me has mountain climbers on it and reads, "TEAMWORK. There is no excercise better for the heart than reaching out and lifting up others."
13: Seen anything weird lately?:
Last weekend I saw my dog get hit by a fucking car and manage not to break a single bone. She only had one deep wound and minor scrapes... She's still got one foot all bandaged up, and the poor thing had to wear one of those embarassing cone things. But I'm very thankful anyway. She seems to share my good luck.
14(a): What book are you currently reading?:
The Onion Girl, and the instruction manual for the Faerie Oracle divination cards by Brian Froud.
14(b): What is the last book you finished?:
"Feed", by M.T. Anderson.
15: What is the last film you saw?:
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. And it was fucking awesome. It definitely touched on some spooky things for me. Brainwashing and fights within your own mind... *shiver!*
16: If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first?:
A very, very, very, very sweet-ass computer.
17: Tell me something about you that I don't know:
I can whup all y'alls ASS at Bust-A-Groove.
19: Do you like to dance?:
Yep! I try to make up for lack of the mad skillz with lots of enthusiasm.
20: What is the last thing you ate or drank?
A ceaser salad and a glass of water.
21(a): Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?:
21(b): Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?:
22: Would you ever consider living abroad?:
I would consider it, but it would have to be a very good reason. My family and I are pretty close, and I've got a few really good friends here. Maybe if we could all pack up and go somewhere.... sure!
Lessee. In other news, I am getting my apartment back in order. I keep looking at profiles, classifieds, and LJs and finding people who are gorgeous, and seem smart/sweet/creative, and seem to dig me.... And I'm not answering. I get into things so FAST, see.... I suck nads at keeping my distance, shopping around, etc. I guess I just like to amuse and torture myself with the possibility of you people. And yet...
Dear Super hot blonde poet grrl who commented me,
I feel like I've waited retardedly long to write you back by this point. And I'm regrouping and fickle at the moment, in general. But you were somethin' else. I'm probably just going to eye your Out in Columbus profile a few dozen more times and not write you back ever. I'm self-defeatingly introspective sometimes, see.
Tonight I'm going to my parents house to stay the night so I can wake up with the siblings for our easter baskets. Family traditions... It's cheesy, but I'm glad for it.
Right, so - nothing else horribly new. Happy Easter everybody!