So here's the problem. I can't find the list of questions that your earlier anon was basing their work on. But the numbers go up to at least 39, so I plugged into a random number generator, told myself when I stopped when I hit one that had already been asked... SO. 11, 26, 35.
11. Talk about the best dream you’ve ever had.
OK, I really don’t remember dreams very often?? I had a pretty enjoyable ongoing series of dreams right before the 7th Harry Potter book came out where I wrote my own versions of what would happen in the 7th Harry Potter book?? In one of them Harry, Ron, and Hermione joined a street gang on Tatooine? Like, the planet from Star Wars? One of them was a musical. The weirdest was probably the one where, to protect Ginny, they moved her under the roots of a magical bush. She had, like, a flatscreen TV and a bunch of other cool stuff.Yeah I had, like, nine or ten of these dreams and they were all ridiculous.
26.Talk about things you do when you’re sick.
Ok, first, I take my temperature excessively, because I get this odd comfort from taking my temperature that I can’t quite fully explain. Besides that, I watch Gossip Girl until I completely hate myself and then I watch Parks and Rec. Then, about halfway through day 2 or 3 of being sick (if I’m sick that long) I start watching soap operas. I don’t know. If the sick involves any sort of throat-hurting element, I will eat as many popsicles as I can get my hands on. I also sleep a lot. And sometimes I whine on Twitter and/or Tumblr.
35.Talk about things you wish you could stop doing.
I do the “What if?” thing A LOT. Which I REALLY need to stop doing. Like, I spend a lot of time considering what my life would be like if I hadn’t done something weeks/months/years before. And I only ever imagine better what-if worlds. And I beat myself up over doing something that resulted in something that I could have never foreseen at the time. And it’s ridiculous and I realize that but I KEEP DOING IT and, ANYWAY I really wanna stop doing that.
I also pick at/bite my nails until they bleed regularly and I know that it’s how my anxiety manifests itself and I’d much rather have that then panic attacks again or something but. like. it pisses me off and it was so embarrassing when I had to ask for a band-aid every single day in my Senior Year French Class, because, with all my overpacking to go everywhere, I ALWAYS FORGET BAND-AIDS. And I really wish I could. just. stop.
THANKS FOR ASKING ME QUESTIONS MICHAEL YOU ARE THE BEST :)
