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./~ here in my head ~\.
I actually found other people's answers to this meme interesting, so I decided to do it for myself. Of course, that meant I didn't get a shower this morning, which I meant to have. Oops.
LAYER ONE:
-- Name: Michelle
-- Birthplace: St John's Hospital, Braintree
-- Current Location: Here.
-- Eye Color: Blue. With yellow bits. Or occasionally brown bits, depending. (Depending on what has yet to be established.)
-- Hair Color: Brown.
-- Height: I was 5'3" last time I checked. This was quite a while ago.
-- Righty or Lefty: Right. I tell left from right by thinking of writing and feeling which hand twitches.
-- Zodiac Sign: Unfortunately, I now think I remember - I suspect it's Gemini. I spent quite a while determinedly not finding out.
LAYER TWO:
-- Your heritage: Essex peasents. Especially on my mother's side, where my grandparents were a farm worker (and later a factory worker) and a housemaid. My father's side of the family are a little harder to trace; I can never quite remember, but I think it all goes down to Essex peasents in the end.
-- The shoes you wore today: Trainers of blueness. Well, mostly white, but they have blue bits.
-- Your perfect pizza: Lots of meat (especially Pizza Hut's chicken and beef). Lots of cheese. Stuffed-crust cheese.
-- Goal you'd like to achieve: Make everyone happy. Everything else kind of follows from there.
LAYER THREE:
-- Your thoughts first waking up: it's foo o'clock... what was I just dreaming about?
-- Your best physical feature: I like most of me. My hair and my eyes especially.
-- Your bedtime: Highly variable; from collapsing at 7pm to simply not going to sleep at all.
-- Your most missed memory: I can never really answer this question. I'm always terrified of losing memories, though; that's why I write everything down obsessively.
LAYER FOUR:
-- Pepsi or Coke: Neither. Can't drink fizzy drinks.
-- McDonald's or Burger King: Ick.
-- Single or group dates: 'dates' are positions in a calendar.
-- Adidas or Nike: Neither, preferably. Otherwise, don't care.
-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Neither.
-- Chocolate or vanilla: Both.
-- Cappuccino or coffee: Neither. What's wrong with water?
LAYER FIVE:
-- Smoke: Aagh get it away from me! *cough splutter*
-- Cuss: I could; in fact, I do, more than I should, especially when I'm tired. But I dislike doing so.
-- Sing: I am informed by many people who are not tone deaf that I cannot sing to save my life. I am also informed by some people who are not tone deaf that if I practiced I could probably sing reasonably well, and by some other people that it isn't that my singing is constantly dire, it's just variable. As I'm pretty much tone-deaf (I think it might be similar to colour-blindness, because I can hear tones, just obviously not all of them, like colour-blind people can still see shades of grey, just not distinguish between all of the colours) it doesn't matter to me and I like singing, although sometimes I'm even bad enough for me to hear this, normally because my lungs have decided to hate me again.
-- Take a shower everyday: No. I should shower more often, but it's so much fuss and bother.
-- Have a crush(es): Yes. (I define 'crush' quite specifically - it's a feeling of being attracted to someone that you know is fleeting and transient and not worth acting on.)
-- Do you think you've been in love: I still don't know.
-- Want to go to college: No, I went to university instead. Although I did go to college, too, and I probably will again in the future, because evening classes in random stuff (did Law there during A-levels) are good.
-- Like(d) high school: There were good times; there were bad times. There were wonderful times and really, really awful times. It was life, in other words. The words 'High School' make me think of the negative aspects, though.
-- Want to get married: I still don't know. I used to be pretty sure I didn't.
-- Believe in yourself: I exist.
-- Get motion sickness: Only in cars, when reading or doing something else requiring visual concentration inside the car. I blame the windows. (Also on the Eurostar, though, which was weird and messed up my theory, although it could just have been too stuffy for me.)
-- Think you're attractive: Yes. Although I've been looking less pretty lately. I look prettier when I'm happy and less pretty when I'm stressed and haven't been looking after my hair / myself very well.
-- Think you're a health freak: I used to be a terrible hypochondriac, but I gave it up as too much effort. I don't pay enough attention to my health. I'm going to get RSI soon and then I'll be sorry.
-- Get along with your parent(s): Often. Better when I'm not physically present with them, because (well, with my mother) we have a tendancy to bounce emotions off each other and get upset because of the resonance.
-- Like thunderstorms: Yes.
-- Play an instrument: Once upon a time, my parents thought it would be nice if I learnt a musical instrument, because they hadn't and wanted to have done so. They decided on keyboards, because they had enough shiny buttons to keep me interested. My natural tone-deafness comes with a side order of No Sense Of Rhythm, and so I was escorted from the house I was learning in after a couple of lessons after trying to throw some very expensive keyboards across the room. I was about six at the time. That was about it for me learning to play musical instruments, although I did like writing songs with a keyboard at school.
LAYER SIX:
In the past month...
-- Drank alcohol: I think I had a sip of something or other and declared it to be the least foul beer I'd ever tasted, but still beer and still foul.
-- Smoked a cigarette: On account of me not being *dead*, you can assume I haven't.
-- Done a drug: I have a drawer full of prescription medication which I consume vast quantities of; not, however, of the illegal (or even particularly interesting) variety.
-- Had Sex: No.
-- Made Out: This is one of those poorly defined American terms. I think it has to involve a cheap automobile, or being very drunk and poorly coordinated, or something.
-- Gone on a date: No. (I have never understood the concept of 'dating'. It sounds awkward and miserable, or indistinguishable from 'going somewhere with friends'.)
-- Gone to the mall: It is possible that Lion's Yard might count as a mall. However, I haven't set foot in it this month anyway.
-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: Unsurprisingly, no. I did eat an entire packet of scotch pancakes, and get through an entire jar of chocolate spread, though.
-- Eaten sushi: No. I feel I probably should at some point, but it's possible they flavour the fish out of existance with Hot Stuff I Don't Like, which is a bit pointless.
-- Been on stage: I don't think I've even been on a stage in the 'walking across it to get somewhere' sense. Unless you want to quote Shakespere.
-- Been dumped: No. (Images of black bin bags and skips and people waking up in the midst of a desolate rubbish tip.)
-- Gone skating: No. The complete lack of a sense of balance really doesn't help here. I've got to the point several times where I can walk in skates, but as soon as I try to actually glide I just fall straight over. I can stay upright whilst being towed better.
-- Made homemade cookies: No. In fact, I may have had No Cookies this month. (I'm not sure when the last dose of mini cookies was.) That would be a terrible thing indeed.
-- Gone skinny dipping: Having not been swimming at all, no. (It appears I get to find out where Girton swimming pool *is* at last, though, and Naath's threatening a swimming pool party, so I might get to realise I've forgotten how to swim entirely and sink again soon. Which would be nice, because I like swimming, I just never get around to it (and it's vaguely awkward because then I have to wash my hair really thoroughly and it still stinks of chlorine for a week).
-- Dyed your hair: No. (Given Naath's attempts, I strongly suspect I would never find enough hair dye, especially as my hair is much darker than hers.)
-- Stolen anything: No. (I'm not even sure that I've picked anything up randomly off the ground, or suchlike.) I do have some more stolen music and a stolen copy of Baldur's Gate II, I suppose.
LAYER SEVEN:
Ever...
-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Only through sleep deprivation and passive drinking, and even then not really quite that bad.
-- Been caught "doing something": This question should probably be taken out and shot, just to put it out of its poor embarrassed misery. *pats it on the head in a most patronising manner*
-- Been called a tease: Anyone who hasn't has probably been very boring indeed.
-- Gotten beaten up: No. (I've been in lots of fights, I've come home covered in bruises, but mostly when I've looked really beaten up it's been from falling off things rather than from actually being beaten up. The problem with being beaten up is that the damage is a little too unpredictable - stuff doesn't work properly anyway, I don't want to make matters worse.)
-- Shoplifted: No. (I don't have the strength score for lifting shops; it's entirely possible I have no dots in strength whatsoever.)
-- Changed who you were to fit in: Now, this is an interesting one. I do have a tendancy to subconsciously adapt to what I think people want from me, but people often tell me that I come across as very 'I am me and that is what you get'. So I submit that I do change who I am - not to fit in, necessarily, but to try and make people happy - but I am not very good at it.
LAYER EIGHT:
-- Age you hope to be married: I think you'll find I already gave the best answer to this question that I could above.
-- Numbers and Names of Children: I shouldn't have any children, because there's this whole 'zero-sum game' thing going on. I should adopt children, but I feel I'd probably be no good at looking after normal children. Occasionally I want children, normally from the time when I see a bunch of cute ones until I actually meet (and have to interact with) some again. I want to do unethical experiments on children to see what makes them grow up happy and healthy and what really screws them over. Also, I should have children, to avoid the stupid outbreeding us. According to my mother, I will plan never to have children and then probably have one anyway because I can't stand the curiosity, and then I will be miserable for about the next two years at least having to look after the wretched thing whilst it's barely sentient.
-- Where you want to go to college: Somewhere that is actually competant, unlike Braintree College, although there was a good atmosphere amongst the people attending the evening class there.
-- What do you want to be when you grow up: Myself. Happy. I'm still not sure which order those should go in.
-- What country would you most like to visit: Japan - it sounds interesting. Have to find a time when the climate won't kill me, though. Need temperate climate to live...
LAYER NINE:
In a guy/girl...
-- Best eye color: It's not so much the *colour*, although I have a tendancy to assign people brown eyes when I look again and they're actually blue or grey or something - I can never actually remember people's eye colour unless I've specifically set out to look for it and do so. But there is something about the eyes, and I'm not sure how to define it, that really does make practically all the difference between someone attractive and someone who I can tell ought to be attractive but isn't to me.
-- Best hair color: It doesn't seem to matter, but black is my default answer.
-- Short or long hair: Long. Definitely long.
-- Height: It actually doesn't matter in the slightest. Although if they're much shorter/smaller I might be scared of breaking them.
-- Best weight: I admit it - I'm hopelessly shallow and I do find fat people desperately unattractive.
-- Best articles of clothing: Comfortable ones. For instance, which are not made of wool.
LAYER TEN:
-- Number of drugs taken illegally: Requiem's answer about sums it up - Well, if passive smoking counts, one.
-- Number of people I could trust with my life: Now, that depends what you mean by this. By 'trust with my life' most people mean 'trust with my death', which is an entirely different standard. I don't think I trust anyone with my *life* apart from God - I certainly don't trust myself with it! However, I have a habit of trusting far too many people with my personal safety, irrespective of whether they're suitible for me to do so or not.
-- Number of CDs that I own: About half a dozen music CDs. At least double that in game CDs and the like. Probably about half a dozen rewritables.
-- Number of piercings: None. I have this feeling that the practice of putting holes in my body where no holes should be, and preventing myself from healing them, is silly at best.
-- Number of tattoos: 0. Although I do like being illustrated - gel pens work surprisingly well if you let them dry, until you next wash.
-- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: Quite a few; I never bothered to count. My primary school and my secondary school were both in the local news with reasonable regularity, and despite my complete lack of photographability people kept trying to take photos of me anyway.
-- Number of scars on my body: 3 that I know are permanent, 1 that might still fade.
-- Number of things in my past that I regret: I have difficulty regretting things in my past because I know I can't see the outcome of things, that I can't see the big picture yet, so I feel I shouldn't bother wasting time regretting things which might have had wonderful consequences somewhere.
LAYER ONE:
-- Name: Michelle
-- Birthplace: St John's Hospital, Braintree
-- Current Location: Here.
-- Eye Color: Blue. With yellow bits. Or occasionally brown bits, depending. (Depending on what has yet to be established.)
-- Hair Color: Brown.
-- Height: I was 5'3" last time I checked. This was quite a while ago.
-- Righty or Lefty: Right. I tell left from right by thinking of writing and feeling which hand twitches.
-- Zodiac Sign: Unfortunately, I now think I remember - I suspect it's Gemini. I spent quite a while determinedly not finding out.
LAYER TWO:
-- Your heritage: Essex peasents. Especially on my mother's side, where my grandparents were a farm worker (and later a factory worker) and a housemaid. My father's side of the family are a little harder to trace; I can never quite remember, but I think it all goes down to Essex peasents in the end.
-- The shoes you wore today: Trainers of blueness. Well, mostly white, but they have blue bits.
-- Your perfect pizza: Lots of meat (especially Pizza Hut's chicken and beef). Lots of cheese. Stuffed-crust cheese.
-- Goal you'd like to achieve: Make everyone happy. Everything else kind of follows from there.
LAYER THREE:
-- Your thoughts first waking up: it's foo o'clock... what was I just dreaming about?
-- Your best physical feature: I like most of me. My hair and my eyes especially.
-- Your bedtime: Highly variable; from collapsing at 7pm to simply not going to sleep at all.
-- Your most missed memory: I can never really answer this question. I'm always terrified of losing memories, though; that's why I write everything down obsessively.
LAYER FOUR:
-- Pepsi or Coke: Neither. Can't drink fizzy drinks.
-- McDonald's or Burger King: Ick.
-- Single or group dates: 'dates' are positions in a calendar.
-- Adidas or Nike: Neither, preferably. Otherwise, don't care.
-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Neither.
-- Chocolate or vanilla: Both.
-- Cappuccino or coffee: Neither. What's wrong with water?
LAYER FIVE:
-- Smoke: Aagh get it away from me! *cough splutter*
-- Cuss: I could; in fact, I do, more than I should, especially when I'm tired. But I dislike doing so.
-- Sing: I am informed by many people who are not tone deaf that I cannot sing to save my life. I am also informed by some people who are not tone deaf that if I practiced I could probably sing reasonably well, and by some other people that it isn't that my singing is constantly dire, it's just variable. As I'm pretty much tone-deaf (I think it might be similar to colour-blindness, because I can hear tones, just obviously not all of them, like colour-blind people can still see shades of grey, just not distinguish between all of the colours) it doesn't matter to me and I like singing, although sometimes I'm even bad enough for me to hear this, normally because my lungs have decided to hate me again.
-- Take a shower everyday: No. I should shower more often, but it's so much fuss and bother.
-- Have a crush(es): Yes. (I define 'crush' quite specifically - it's a feeling of being attracted to someone that you know is fleeting and transient and not worth acting on.)
-- Do you think you've been in love: I still don't know.
-- Want to go to college: No, I went to university instead. Although I did go to college, too, and I probably will again in the future, because evening classes in random stuff (did Law there during A-levels) are good.
-- Like(d) high school: There were good times; there were bad times. There were wonderful times and really, really awful times. It was life, in other words. The words 'High School' make me think of the negative aspects, though.
-- Want to get married: I still don't know. I used to be pretty sure I didn't.
-- Believe in yourself: I exist.
-- Get motion sickness: Only in cars, when reading or doing something else requiring visual concentration inside the car. I blame the windows. (Also on the Eurostar, though, which was weird and messed up my theory, although it could just have been too stuffy for me.)
-- Think you're attractive: Yes. Although I've been looking less pretty lately. I look prettier when I'm happy and less pretty when I'm stressed and haven't been looking after my hair / myself very well.
-- Think you're a health freak: I used to be a terrible hypochondriac, but I gave it up as too much effort. I don't pay enough attention to my health. I'm going to get RSI soon and then I'll be sorry.
-- Get along with your parent(s): Often. Better when I'm not physically present with them, because (well, with my mother) we have a tendancy to bounce emotions off each other and get upset because of the resonance.
-- Like thunderstorms: Yes.
-- Play an instrument: Once upon a time, my parents thought it would be nice if I learnt a musical instrument, because they hadn't and wanted to have done so. They decided on keyboards, because they had enough shiny buttons to keep me interested. My natural tone-deafness comes with a side order of No Sense Of Rhythm, and so I was escorted from the house I was learning in after a couple of lessons after trying to throw some very expensive keyboards across the room. I was about six at the time. That was about it for me learning to play musical instruments, although I did like writing songs with a keyboard at school.
LAYER SIX:
In the past month...
-- Drank alcohol: I think I had a sip of something or other and declared it to be the least foul beer I'd ever tasted, but still beer and still foul.
-- Smoked a cigarette: On account of me not being *dead*, you can assume I haven't.
-- Done a drug: I have a drawer full of prescription medication which I consume vast quantities of; not, however, of the illegal (or even particularly interesting) variety.
-- Had Sex: No.
-- Made Out: This is one of those poorly defined American terms. I think it has to involve a cheap automobile, or being very drunk and poorly coordinated, or something.
-- Gone on a date: No. (I have never understood the concept of 'dating'. It sounds awkward and miserable, or indistinguishable from 'going somewhere with friends'.)
-- Gone to the mall: It is possible that Lion's Yard might count as a mall. However, I haven't set foot in it this month anyway.
-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: Unsurprisingly, no. I did eat an entire packet of scotch pancakes, and get through an entire jar of chocolate spread, though.
-- Eaten sushi: No. I feel I probably should at some point, but it's possible they flavour the fish out of existance with Hot Stuff I Don't Like, which is a bit pointless.
-- Been on stage: I don't think I've even been on a stage in the 'walking across it to get somewhere' sense. Unless you want to quote Shakespere.
-- Been dumped: No. (Images of black bin bags and skips and people waking up in the midst of a desolate rubbish tip.)
-- Gone skating: No. The complete lack of a sense of balance really doesn't help here. I've got to the point several times where I can walk in skates, but as soon as I try to actually glide I just fall straight over. I can stay upright whilst being towed better.
-- Made homemade cookies: No. In fact, I may have had No Cookies this month. (I'm not sure when the last dose of mini cookies was.) That would be a terrible thing indeed.
-- Gone skinny dipping: Having not been swimming at all, no. (It appears I get to find out where Girton swimming pool *is* at last, though, and Naath's threatening a swimming pool party, so I might get to realise I've forgotten how to swim entirely and sink again soon. Which would be nice, because I like swimming, I just never get around to it (and it's vaguely awkward because then I have to wash my hair really thoroughly and it still stinks of chlorine for a week).
-- Dyed your hair: No. (Given Naath's attempts, I strongly suspect I would never find enough hair dye, especially as my hair is much darker than hers.)
-- Stolen anything: No. (I'm not even sure that I've picked anything up randomly off the ground, or suchlike.) I do have some more stolen music and a stolen copy of Baldur's Gate II, I suppose.
LAYER SEVEN:
Ever...
-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Only through sleep deprivation and passive drinking, and even then not really quite that bad.
-- Been caught "doing something": This question should probably be taken out and shot, just to put it out of its poor embarrassed misery. *pats it on the head in a most patronising manner*
-- Been called a tease: Anyone who hasn't has probably been very boring indeed.
-- Gotten beaten up: No. (I've been in lots of fights, I've come home covered in bruises, but mostly when I've looked really beaten up it's been from falling off things rather than from actually being beaten up. The problem with being beaten up is that the damage is a little too unpredictable - stuff doesn't work properly anyway, I don't want to make matters worse.)
-- Shoplifted: No. (I don't have the strength score for lifting shops; it's entirely possible I have no dots in strength whatsoever.)
-- Changed who you were to fit in: Now, this is an interesting one. I do have a tendancy to subconsciously adapt to what I think people want from me, but people often tell me that I come across as very 'I am me and that is what you get'. So I submit that I do change who I am - not to fit in, necessarily, but to try and make people happy - but I am not very good at it.
LAYER EIGHT:
-- Age you hope to be married: I think you'll find I already gave the best answer to this question that I could above.
-- Numbers and Names of Children: I shouldn't have any children, because there's this whole 'zero-sum game' thing going on. I should adopt children, but I feel I'd probably be no good at looking after normal children. Occasionally I want children, normally from the time when I see a bunch of cute ones until I actually meet (and have to interact with) some again. I want to do unethical experiments on children to see what makes them grow up happy and healthy and what really screws them over. Also, I should have children, to avoid the stupid outbreeding us. According to my mother, I will plan never to have children and then probably have one anyway because I can't stand the curiosity, and then I will be miserable for about the next two years at least having to look after the wretched thing whilst it's barely sentient.
-- Where you want to go to college: Somewhere that is actually competant, unlike Braintree College, although there was a good atmosphere amongst the people attending the evening class there.
-- What do you want to be when you grow up: Myself. Happy. I'm still not sure which order those should go in.
-- What country would you most like to visit: Japan - it sounds interesting. Have to find a time when the climate won't kill me, though. Need temperate climate to live...
LAYER NINE:
In a guy/girl...
-- Best eye color: It's not so much the *colour*, although I have a tendancy to assign people brown eyes when I look again and they're actually blue or grey or something - I can never actually remember people's eye colour unless I've specifically set out to look for it and do so. But there is something about the eyes, and I'm not sure how to define it, that really does make practically all the difference between someone attractive and someone who I can tell ought to be attractive but isn't to me.
-- Best hair color: It doesn't seem to matter, but black is my default answer.
-- Short or long hair: Long. Definitely long.
-- Height: It actually doesn't matter in the slightest. Although if they're much shorter/smaller I might be scared of breaking them.
-- Best weight: I admit it - I'm hopelessly shallow and I do find fat people desperately unattractive.
-- Best articles of clothing: Comfortable ones. For instance, which are not made of wool.
LAYER TEN:
-- Number of drugs taken illegally: Requiem's answer about sums it up - Well, if passive smoking counts, one.
-- Number of people I could trust with my life: Now, that depends what you mean by this. By 'trust with my life' most people mean 'trust with my death', which is an entirely different standard. I don't think I trust anyone with my *life* apart from God - I certainly don't trust myself with it! However, I have a habit of trusting far too many people with my personal safety, irrespective of whether they're suitible for me to do so or not.
-- Number of CDs that I own: About half a dozen music CDs. At least double that in game CDs and the like. Probably about half a dozen rewritables.
-- Number of piercings: None. I have this feeling that the practice of putting holes in my body where no holes should be, and preventing myself from healing them, is silly at best.
-- Number of tattoos: 0. Although I do like being illustrated - gel pens work surprisingly well if you let them dry, until you next wash.
-- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: Quite a few; I never bothered to count. My primary school and my secondary school were both in the local news with reasonable regularity, and despite my complete lack of photographability people kept trying to take photos of me anyway.
-- Number of scars on my body: 3 that I know are permanent, 1 that might still fade.
-- Number of things in my past that I regret: I have difficulty regretting things in my past because I know I can't see the outcome of things, that I can't see the big picture yet, so I feel I shouldn't bother wasting time regretting things which might have had wonderful consequences somewhere.
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How about 'going somewhere with /a/ friend, with romantic undercurrents?'
I had sushi once. It was not hot. It was boring.
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