18. A random memory from you childhood
When I was 5, I had this birthday button that was green and yellow that said “Guess Who’s 5?” or something like that, and that morning I ran out of my room yelling proudly “I’m 5! I’m 5!” Yup. I was 5.Bonus memories: A few months before that, (like 5 months haha) me swinging on my tire horse at our old house. I remember the phone from that house and that my room was on the second floor facing Ominica street. I remember the day after our cat Tiffany died, and I stared at a wall remember my mom’s words that she’d made her pawprints up to heaven.
21:Do you think you’d make a good parent?
Why would you ask this question. This question can Frick off.
27:Name 5 facts about your appearance:
You know what I look like dude, why this?1. I have great hair that took me 2 years to get as short as I originally wanted it to be.2. I’m 5′6″3. My only summer shoes are Dawgs, and I’ll wear those things until it snows, so get used to em.4. Neato glasses5. Jeans all day erryday. Sweatpants never. Yoga pants only for workouts and work.
43:How do you start a conversation?
Hey, X, you’re looking busy.
49:Where do you go when you’re sad?
Out into the streets. At work: Bathroom. After 10 pm, in summer afternoons, during the dead of winter: nowhere. Maybe to the hideabed.
50:5 random facts about yourself:
1. Double jointed toes2. I may have sciatica, which sucks, but at least I keep Advil on hand now (carrying around a painkiller is a good plan anyway for headaches)3. I think foxes are hella cool, same with bats4. I can put my feet behind my head and can do the Full Lotus comfortably enough that I often sit in lecture like that.5. In fact I change positions so often in lecture (and church, and other places for that matter), I fear I’m a disruptive influence, and in the case of church, I’m afraid of looking disrespectful, but my back, hips, and legs really do bug me that much as to make me drastically change position, including putting a lot of pressure on my knees, which will make me change positions again when my knees start crying out. Vicious cycle yo.
