I'm not tagging anyone and I'm not writing new questions. Deal with it. *sunglassesemoji*
1. What is the last song you listened to?
"Sky Fell Over Me" by Shiny Toy Guns
2. What is your favorite mythical creature?
I think sphinxes seem pretty sweet.
3. Favorite cartoon?
Currently I'm gonna vote Bob's Burgers on this one.
4. Where is your favorite place to go?
Anywhere I can be 100% weird. Oh, and Cedar Point.
5. What is your dream pet?
An egg.
6. Christmas or Halloween?
Halloween. Christmas just makes me sad these days.
7. If you could move (or visit) anywhere right now, where would it be?
It'd be nice to go home for a stint. I wouldn't mind taking a vacation to Spain either.
8. What was the last book you read? How was it? Would you recommend it to me?
Doomed by Chuck Palahniuk. Definitely an interesting take on damnation and very very Chuck in its writing. Definitely read it. And the sequel, which I'm muddling my way through as grad school owns my life.
9. Favorite movie quote:
"So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much."
10. What was the first concert you ever went to?
If I'm being completely honest, it was the A*Teens. Then RHCP. Then MCR/Rise Against.
11. Should I eat this green pickle?
ALWAYS
