#99qs

[zoeythekat]

Tidbits:

My 99qs thing is about at its end, and if that disappoints you… Well… You can follow my lovely friends asmanynamesastherearewinds and glitterpearl who are both doing them. Plus they’re just beautiful, wonderful, smart, funny people and it will improve your life to be following them. So get to gettin, kay?

Thanks to my other lovely friend henleyatlas I’ve been binge-watching My Mad Fat Diary and very few things make me this happy. She’s super quality so you should go follow her, as well.

I’m not putting links to their tumblrs because I totally know how to do that but I can’t really remember and i usually mess it up so why even bother, you know?

Don’t ever read someone’s diary and then get pissed at them about what they wrote. That’s their diary, man. What right do you have to read it? None. They didn’t talk behind your back, they didn’t do anything to you. Even if they wrote really shitty things about you, so what? They deserve a place to vent. And don’t ever read peoples’ diaries, that’s shitty, man.

There is a girl in my Principles of Scenework class and man I just want to be her friend so badly. She’s like adorable and friendly and talented and SO FREAKING COOL. Yesterday, her hair was up in these super neat braid-y things and I tried to copy it today but messed up because I am just never going to be as cool as her. It’s hard to make friends, you guys.

I keep rapidly switching from “I’m happy because I’ve cut out unhealthy friendships” to “I’m super fucking lonely” and “I’m probably never going to have love/romance/whatever and that’s fine because I don’t really like being touched and I don’t really trust people” to “I just want to live in a Rainbow Rowell love story” to “I’m super fucking lonely.”

I get so embarrassed when people talk about their feelings on TV shows. I turned into a tent the other day.

I got pretty upset the other day, and talked to my friend Meghan (eatyourlesbians) and it was really helpful, I think. It was nice because I haven’t really had anyone to talk to since Renee (ofthisfiction) is back in Australia and Alli (justcallmewillow) went to France.

I hung out with someone on Sunday and I’m going to hang out with people again next Sunday and that’s nice because I really am quite lonely. 

I have American Frontiers today. I’m really excited ‘cause it’s probably my favorite class and my professor is SO COOL she wears the coolest clothes and taught us that Battlestar Galactica is modeled off of the Morman beliefs and that the phrase, “Don’t drink the koolade!” means that the KOOLADE IS POISONED. 

I don’t know how to spell koolade. Koolaid? Koolaide? Kool-laid? Who knows?

[zoeythekat]

Do you miss anyone right now?

I miss Renee always. 

She's so kind and lovely, smart and funny. I miss her terribly.

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Do you want kids?

Not particularly. I'm not fond of noise. Kids make me anxious. 

But, the last time I said something about never wanting kids, my brother beat me over the head with the whole, "You don't know what you'll want later in your life..." thing. 

So, if someday I do have a child... 

I'll jack some of Renee's bone marrow and mix it up with my eggs and Renee and I can have a gorgeous daughter--hopefully with her athletic ability and my on-point sense of humor. Oh my goodness. She will be so well read, and have fantastic hair. 

[zoeythekat]

Which are better black or green olives?

Hmm. Olives. Olives are cool, they're kind of meaty. ("Olives aren't meats!" You exclaim. I know, I know, but let me explain. I'm a vegetarian! Olives, artichokes? These are meaty foods!) 

I don't really have an olive preference, though. They're both pretty good, and I haven't eaten either as stand alone foods. I've only eaten them as ingredients of other things. 

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Can you curl your tongue?

Yes! I can roll my tongue pulling the sides of my tongue up towards the middle of my tongue. I can also fold the tip of my tongue back, where the tip of my tongue slides back towards my throat. I can also pull a bubble of spit from behind my teeth and place it on my tongue, and then I can blow it at people. It's a spectacular talent, don't you think? I did it for the talent show when I was in first grade and, trust me, people thought I was pretty neat. 

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Wear slippers?

I have a very cute pair of slipper boots. But what I wear more often are those fuzzy slippers, particularly the sort with traction on the bottom. But what I wear more often than that even is just regular socks. It's important to wear slippers/socks because you can lose a lot of your body heat through your feet. 

I fall asleep wearing my socks, most of the time. But I must try pulling them off in my sleep. So, when I wake up, I'll have lost a sock. Or both socks. Or one, or both, of my socks will be slid down to the middles of my feet. You know how dancers have those special socks that just cover their toes? (Am I understanding that image correctly? I do not know with any sort of certainty.) 

At times, I think it's a cute attribute. Like, "Aw, self, you're so adorable! Always losing your socks." But sometimes it's annoying. Or sad. For instance, I lost one of my polar bear socks. I'm really bummed about it, I am I am.

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Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine?

If, right now, someone were to ask me "Will you strip or pose nude in this magazine?" I would say, without a doubt, "No."

But the question is "would you ever." Which is trickier to answer.

You see, I am quite prudish. My aunt, who always points out that my skirts are "too short," may disagree. But, honestly, I'm quite prudish. When I went to the slut walk, I wore a t-shirt, shorts, and tights in a manner that mimicked revealing attire without actually being revealing attire.  I once had to delete aspects of a fashion blog post because after posting I determined I was showing a little more leg than I was comfortable with.

Which leads me to my second point: I am simply not comfortable in very little/no clothing. Especially not when I am to be seen by others. I am slightly uncomfortable when changing in front of my cat, particularly when she stares into the distance and I get the notion that ghosts might be present, also watching me undress. It's not an insecurity thing, either, it's just a comfort thing. That's important to assert. 

So, a plethora things lead me to believe I would never strip or pose nude in a magazine. I'm prudish, religiously modest, uncomfortable in little clothing, and I just simply love wearing lots of clothes. Lots and lots and lots of clothes. Layer up baby. 

But, I cannot say that I would absolutely never, under any circumstances, strip or pose nude in a magazine. If, for some reason, I was morally/ethically compelled, I probably would. For instance, women have posed nude/near nude in a "this is my body" real-women campaign. If I were in a position where my posing nearly-naked in a magazine made a significant difference for young women's self-acceptance and confidence, I might feel compelled to do so. In other instances, women who have survived breast cancer have posed shirtless or done lingerie fashion shows in order to raise money and awareness for the cause and bring forth the truth of their existence/situation. (I don't know if you know this or not, but breast cancer often looks like deep scars and missing breast tissue. Seriously, it doesn't just look like pink ribbons and "I <3 Boobies" t-shirts.) And I think those are very worthwhile reasons.

Which is to say, at some point in the future, hypothetically, I might feel compelled to bare myself for a feminist cause. 

Hypothetically. Probably not, though.

[zoeythekat]

What is your Song of the week?

OHMY: Tightrope by Janelle Monae all day every day.

I love Janelle Monae. Her hair? Her clothes? HER GORGEOUS FACE? Her b-b-b-beats. For real her music makes me wanna dance. Her lyrics? Straight up poetry. I am not even coherent in talking about my love for Janelle Monae.