Where do you rest your head? ...On the proportionate trunk of hollowed meat connected to my shoulders? ...Or, sometimes on a pillow when I get too sleepy. :D Location of pillow and neckmeats are subject to change. Right now, they're both in Virginia. When I'm at school... said items are in Minnesota.
How old is your liver? Unless my organs have been plundered and replaced for a joke... my liver should be about 22. I can't be sure though. I thought it mighty rude to ask. ^_^;;
What is your gender? Feeeeeeemale.
How would you define your self? I wouldn't. ^_^; I kind of make it a habit not to define myself. What happens when I change? Must I redefine myself? No no no... too much work. I'm me, however that defines me. ^_^;;
Significant other? Nope. Being single is too much fun. :D (that, and I only appear to get hit on by those SIGNIFICANTLY weirder than I am.)
What is your shoe size? I seriously don't know. I can wear anywhere from a 7 to a 10 and a half. Sometimes I worry. But as long as my feet are comfy, that's all I care about. :D
[ Favorites ]
Color? Darker colors usually... I'm indecisive. Dark blues and greens are usually good. :D
Bands? I would touch Jason Mraz in a heartbeat if I thought I could get away without having to explain my strange behavior. ... But I'm also very into The Beatles, The Grateful Dead, Pink Floyd (my parents done raised me right. :D)... Mm... Gavin DeGraw and Damien Rice both have voices I adore. I also have a strange affection for Duran Duran. :D Keane is also a recent discovery and favorite. :D
Movies? Drop Dead Fred. Hee. I like a lot of movies though. And I'll usually try to give anything a fair viewing. I'm not so into action movies though. Lots of violence and killing for the sake of violence and killing. Not to mention blowing things up because it looks cool. ... HOwever, (and potentially hypocritical to my last statement about violence and killing) I love horror movies. I watch them. So very, very much. And I giggle like a tiny school girl at a sleepover.
Television Programs? When I can even CATCH them on TV: Robot Chicken, The Simpsons, CSI (Oh Spike TV--how I love you for showing episodes every night), Family Guy, America's Next Top Model (Why? Because it became an odd tradition between one of my old roommates and myself--so now, whenever it's playing, it reminds me of her. Good times. We were frequently busy, but we'd ALWAYS make time to hang out and watch that show...then catch up on one another's lives during the break. ^_^;;)
Books? Is it wrong that I'm more attached to authors than specific books? Tim O'Brien, Gregory Maguire, Shakespeare, Hunter S. Thompson ...
Video game? Aheh. ^_^;; I'm really bad at them. But fun games I'm terrible at that I still enjoy: MonkeyBall. My friend showed it to me a few years ago. You play a monkey. In a ball. What could be more fun? ...Except maybe Katamari Damacy. Where you ROLL a ball. Over things. And it makes them stick to your ball. ... Uhhm... I like balls, it seems. ^_^;;
Cereal? Cinnamon Toast Crunch! It's like my childhood prepackaged and sold back to me. :D One sweet box of goodness at a time.
Instrument? Piano. I have a powerful love for the piano. I can't play a darn thing on it... but... I love the sound of it.
Quote? It's on my Journal Info Page: "For one has the right to shout. So, I am shouting." I found it in a novel (...novella?) called The Hour of the Star by Clarice Lispector. The context is the narrator's explanation for why he's writing this particular story. I loved it so much, I slapped it on up there. I love writing. I thought it was appropriate.
Food? Hot bread. Particularly if it's a specialty kind of bread... with spices or something like Tomato Basil. Mmm. Bread.
Beverage? I am occasionally very, very addicted to smoothies. I can live with or without anything else... but on a smoothie binge, if I don't get my fix, I'm ridiculously miserable.
Condiment? Honey Mustard! :D
[ In-depth ]
Convince us of your nerdly heritage: Both my parents graduated college: My mother with a degree in Microbiology, and my father with a double-major in History and Government. They both work for the government--though just doing tame things. My mom works for the FDA, my father for DCM (Defense Contract Management). For the last eleven years I've kept up a running joke with my father about the exploits of a little plushtoy Gorilla (which he named Smidley). Smidley has been an engineer on a train, a communist, and a maker of moonshine. These days, he's mostly just an alcoholic who bums around the house licking the walls when we're not home. My parents raised me with the firm fist of academia. The only poor grades I ever got were in gym--and the first ever C in my life was a college Sociology class. And yes, I did cry.
If I could grant you one wish, what would you wish for? Ignoring all the disgustingly personal wishes delving too deeply into my personal life... I think I'd have to wish for a time machine. But only to go back in time, and only to just OBSERVE--leaving me no way to interact with the past (lest a hilarious sequence of events occur forcing me to enlist in the help of Christopher Lloyd to set it all right).
What nerdly activities do you partake in? Reading and writing mostly. My journal is a constant dumping ground for anything I'm thinking, whenever I'm thinking it. I have a lot (A LOT) of nerd friends--and I let them convince me to test the deep waters of nerdom. Including: playing videogames (poorly!), roleplaying (something I'm STILL getting the hang of), playing Magic (something I learned this past year at school because I was bored one Wednesday. Alas, school interfered and I had to give it up).
A Star trek convention is coming to your town do you go? Nah, I'm saving all my money for the Anime convention held in Baltimore during August. :D
Write an interesting solution to this mathmatical problem : 4+4=? ;_; It equals eight... my powers of NERD fail to extend into mathie realms. When it comes to math and most science... I'm just painfully, painfully stupid.
You see a cloaked stranger standing in the shadows of an alley. He offers you something,What is it, and how do you reply? It's... ... Oh my God! It's a lollipop in the shape of Jesus on the cross! SWEET JESUS CANDY?! IT'S SACRILICIOUS! Instantly a dilemma arises: My tales of old wives taught me mercilessly to NEVER accept candy from strangers... but... come on. That cloak is BAD. ASS. What harm comes from taking candy from a cloaked stranger? I mean geeze... I bet it gives me magic powers. Either that or sends me straight to hell. Either way, it sounds like an adventure to me.
At a gaming convention, what would you dress up as and why? Bondage Fairy. Because none of my friends ever see that coming. XD .... I seriously have NO idea though.
Write a short, creative story about your plot for world conquest: Cookies and Zombies on Rollerskates. ...Who doesn't love a cookie? Who doesn't feel safe and secure when eating a cookie? Aren't there all kinds of cookies for all kinds of personalities? I would give everyone a cookie. Whenever they wanted. Any kind they wanted. I'd lull them all into a false sense of cookie-related security... That's where the zombies come in. See, Movie-zombies are usually pretty resilient. Until you blow their heads off. But, with an army great enough, they can overwhelm the population long enough for me to take my place as RULER OF THE WORLD. ...And I put them on rollerskates because the general lurching shuffle is not fast enough for my impatient needs. ^_^
[ Pictures ]
Please, let us endure your nerdly visage. There's always my icons. My many, many icons. ...But I suppose there's also this picture too:
I'm so pretty!
[ Your thoughts ]
Please provide us with a few of your own thoughts.
...I'm drawing a significant blank at the moment... There's this lingering urge to want to be profound here. But I know that forcing profundity kinda makes one look dumb rather than cool or interesting or smart. I kinda feel like that new kid on the first day of a new school. Everyone else already knows one another... and... here I am. The New Kid. Not so much dressed to impress... but just hoping I'll fit in as I am. And if not... well, I suppose I'll just have to feel mortified and transfer to another school where no one knows my name or face, and hope that the trauma leaves me before therapy is necessary. ^_~