Lord of the Flies. i forget who wrote it but it was one of the reason's i started writing If you had the power to do any one thing. What would it be?
2.50, why? Because that's how much the fresh chocolate covered crickets cost. They were almost like a vanilla wafter covered in chocolate. Not bad. Have you ever been in a situation you had no idea how to get out of? What has been the hardest situation for you to deal with, if not?
i once had a big project due and hadnt done it with one day left. Others had spent weeks doing it and i hadnt even started it due to procrastination and the lovliness of WF. I worked nonstop for 27hours just to make it marginally acceptable Have you achieved any goals you set for yourself this year
Im a pretty disorganized person and i think i've misplaced my goals somewhere last June haha! WELp, the year isn't over yet anyway... and I think I've done pretty well. Which one of your five senses would you really HATE to lose?
My sight. It would be the worst. I couldn't draw, read, or stare at your mom! lol j/k. If you had to define yourself in one word, what would it be?
I guess I'd have to go with smell... although I realize it would probably screw up taste as well. *sigh* I have a heightened sense of smell and there's a ton of stuff I could do without smelling everyday. Name three things about yourself that make you truly unique.
Haha jeez thanks for that question. My DNA Ideas I have Opinions on various things Hmm, rubbishy answer I know Slightly morbid question: If you had to chose a way to die, what would it be?
In my bed when I'm 94 years old. Unless I'm so unhealthy that it ruins life. I want to die before I get that bad. If you had a thousand extra dollars right now, what would you do with it?
A better mattress. My back is killing me. What would you do if you no longer had hands to write out your stories?
I would become very depressed for a good six months to a year, then I'd get over it and start doing something else. Actually it would probably be good for my writing because it makes so many distractions like a job and other stuff impossible, and I could always take up dictation. What do you do when you have a passion for something you're not good at?
I practice! And I'm slowly getting better actually, special when you buy the right tools Honestly, practice did make perfect, well not perfect. But I am a lot better then I had ever dreamed Nuff' said. What is your weakest subject, why do you think that's so? What is your strongest, why?
my weakest is maths because i hate numbers they just dont stop counting, how're you supposed to learn the subject when there are literally an infinate number of well numbers. My best is English, be it literature or language because i have a passion for words that goes beyond just liking to learn, i love to string them together to create smart witty sentances hence my over played title of soujiroseta - writer When and where have you been afraid the most?
Hmm... Well, one night - no, not one night, one DARK AND STORMY night - everyone in my house wanted to go out somewhere, but I REALLY didn't want to, so I stayed behind and started working on my latest writing project. My dog was acting strangely because of the storm, and he kept crawling on my lap and stepping on the keyboard, and he knocked my cell phone off the computer, but I was too lazy to pick it up so I left it on the ground. Well, a few minutes later the power went out and since I was downstairs everything was pitch black and silent. At first I was annoyed because I'd have to start all over on my project, and then I realized my phone was still on the floor somewhere. I started feeling around for it, but I was starting to get spooked because I was convincing myself that a killer had found the spare key in the garage, had cut the power, and was in the house (I know, paranoid ol' me, shame shame). I felt my way upstairs to get a candle, but I realized we had no matches. Before the power went out, it was around 2:10 a.m. It would be lighter outside with the light of the moon and the lightning, so I decided to go out there and wait 'till the others got home. When I got out there, it was creepy because the sky was orange and there was a full moon, and then there was the storm too, so the dogs were acting strange still. I must have been out there around an hour just pacing, despite the rain, when I started getting a horrible feeling. It tugged on the edges of my brain and I tried to ignore it because I was already facing the dilemma of if I should go inside where it was pitch black and there was possibly a killer, or go to the irritable and sleepy neighbors house, which seemed silly because it was just a power outage. As a result, I was stuck pacing in my front yard. But the horrible feeling got worse and worse, and I had a feeling that something bad was going to happen. It seemed illiogical and stupid, but I couldn't shake that feeling. I sat on the ground and just rocked back and forth for a while, and that feeling would not go away. Finally the power came back on and I went inside. The next day I found that my brother got into a fight and broke his foot. Everything was actually fine, but that horrible feeling that something bad was going to happen was so...I don't know, horrible, that I just...well...it was just a scary night. What was the happiest day of your life?
the happiest day for me would probably be when i was 16 and i started playing hcokey for my college's main team. It was our first home game and i was the only person from my year group to be accepted into the squad. Th game was against our school rivals and it a very big game in my town. So i dont start the gamebut sure enough i do eventually go on. I remember the screaming crowds, it was amazing. also note: my best friend of all time and future great buddies were playing on the opposing team. So anyway we go down one goal, then one of our seniors (my hero) equalized. I then followed suite and scored three goals on my debut. Legendary stuff. Where do you go when you're angry?
Basically anywhere outside a 5m radius of whatever I'm angry about. (Unless it's something intangible, then I just either sleep, shower or walk around until I've resisted bloodlust) What do you think people say about you when you leave the room? Cite negatives and positives.
How would I know though? xD I know what people say about me when they're being honest. I'm too clingy, and controlling. I tend to obsess over things, and this sometimes includes people. I'm too quiet, yet at the same time I can be too loud. They'd probably say I'm too much of a door mat... that's me. Anyway. Let's try a scenario here. Your on your way to work, it's a nice day out and you decide to walk. Your at a slow jog as you just enjoy the beauty of your small town. You turn the corner and you notice what seems like a homeless man. He's digging in a trashcan as you walk by and he notices you. He grabs you by the arm, and asks for spare change. How would you react and what would you do?
first id be freaked out because i value my personal space too much then i'd buy him a meal. If you had the chance to be someone for a whole week, who would it be?
Too many people to choose from! Well, either Alison Sudol (A Fine Frenzy) because she's beautiful inside & outside and writes beautiful songs; or Sarah Dessen, because I love her nuanced writing style--its rich and complex but at the same time relatable; or Chrissie White, a teen photographer who takes the most brilliant photographs: --- It's the eve before your hanging. What do you request for your last meal?
A large plate of fries, a whole chicken, assorted salads and a bottomless coke. What is your favorite sound?
The sound of a thunderstorm going full tilt. Excitement, primal and pure. It brings out the earlier hominid in me. If you had to pick one place in which to live, one person with whom to live, and one book to read, what would be your choices?
I would live in my childhood home with my dream girl, whisper whisper whisper, reading The Devil's Teardrop by Jeffrey Deaver. It'd be beautiful. What one thing greatly annoys you that you can do nothing about?
Sloppy communication and the faulty verbal toolboxes which lead to misunderstanding. *hangs head in resignation* If you had been there and could have participated on animal designing day, which animal might you have designed differently than nature/god did, and how?
