GIGANTIC MEME FROM BAERAAD

[flyingskull]

See what you made me do baeraad?

(Click here to post your own answers for this meme.)

✓ I miss somebody right now.  (baeraad)	✓ I don't watch much TV these days.  (Don't watch it at all actually)	✓ I own lots of books.  (Boy, do I own LOTS of books!)
× I wear glasses or contact lenses.  (Nah)	× I love to play video games.  (NAH)	✓ I've tried marijuana.  (Yep and it din't do a thing for me)
✓ I've watched porn movies.  (Yep and, dude, was itr BORING!)	✓ I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.  (Odd you're asking that...)	× I believe honesty is usually the best policy.  (Erm...)
× I curse sometimes.  (Not SOME times, all the time, actually. 's good for the liver)	✓ I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.  (Unfortunately, yes.)	× I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.  (Don't carry a thing but me native wit)

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× I have broken someone's bones.  (Nope, tried to, but no real result)	× I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal.  ('Ashamed'? What's that word mean?)	× I hate the rain.  (No, just dislike.)
× I'm paranoid at times.  (Wish I was, actually.)	× I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.  (Do NOT ever talk to me about surgery.)	× I need/want money right now.  (I've got money, so what?)
✓ I love sushi.  (Hmmmmmm...)	× I talk really, really fast.  (I talk really really normal)	✓ I have fresh breath in the morning.  (Odd you should ask that)
× I have long hair.  (I have medium-long hair, does it count?)	× I have lost money in Las Vegas.  (Not me, siree.)	✓ I have at least one sibling.  (Two)
✓ I was born in a country outside of the U.S.  (Oh yeah babe!)	× I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.  (Who me? Never!)	× I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.  (I do happen to survive beautifully without that.)
✓ I like the way that I look.  (Hmm, yeah, you ROXXOR you (meaning me, y'know? Just being subtle))	× I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months.  (NEVER)	× I am usually pessimistic.  (No, realistic is the correct term.)
× I have a lot of mood swings.  (Some, but not a lot)	× I think prostitution should be legalized.  (EEEEEEEEEEEKKKKK! HEY! I just happen to be a female with dignity, y'know?)	× I slept with a roommate.  (Well, if s/he was a *room* mate, of course I slept in the same room, hence 'with')
× I have a hidden talent.  (Yeah, I can curdle milk at 50 paces)	× I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.  (Hyper? Whassat?)	× I have a lot of friends.  (I have a few cherished friends)
× I have pecked someone of the same sex.  (Kissed, yes. Pecked - whatever the hell that means - no.)	× I enjoy talking on the phone.   (No, but my job *is* talking on the phone a lot)	× I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.  (Ew)
× I love to shop and/or window shop.  (Ew)	× I'm obsessed with my Xanga or Livejournal.  (Nope, good try though)	× I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.  (Bite yer tongue! I adore me mum.)
× I have a mobile phone.  (Job related and I kinda hate it)	× I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.  (Nope)	✓ I've rejected someone before.  (Are you joking? I've rejected lots of people in my short but eventful life)
× I currently like/love someone.  (Nope)	× I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.  (I do)	× I want to have children in the future.  (Maybe)
✓ I have changed a diaper before.  (Yep, a friend's baby girl diaper. It's not such an Earth shaking moment, y'know? It's just poo)	× I've called the cops on a friend before.  (Me? NEVER)	× I'm not allergic to anything.  (I could be, doctors are trying to find out)
✓ I have a lot to learn.  (Yeah, me and every person alive)	× I am shy around the opposite sex.  (Not on your life!)	× I'm online 24/7, even as an away message.  (Not really)
× I have at least 5 away messages saved.  (Nope)	✓ I have tried alcohol or drugs before.  ('Tried' alcohol? I THRIVE on it, when doctors allow me. If by drugs you mean tea or coffee or tobacco, yeah, I'm addicted, if you mean the illegal thing, well, I'm not going to confess to nothing, hear me? NOTHING)	× I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.  (Nope, they were uglies)
× I own the "South Park" movie.  (EW)	× I have avoided assignments at work/school to be on Xanga or Livejournal.  (Never)	× I enjoy some country music.  (EW)
× I would die for my best friends.  (Not exactly die, no, but exert myself which I can't help feeling it would be more useful)	× I'm obsessive, and often a perfectionist.  (Relaxed gel, thass me)	× I have used my sexuality to advance my career.  (EW)
× I think Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.  (I think halloween is american, hence it's nothing to do with me)	× I have dated a close friend's ex.  (As I said before: UGLIES!)	× I am happy at this moment.  (not really happy not really sad, sometimes life just hands you peace)
× I'm obsessed with guys.  (Nah)	× Democrat.  (I am NOT American)	× Republican.  (I am NOT American)
× I don't even know what I am.  (I do)	× I am punk rockish.  (Prog metalish and old time punk with a hint of ethnic and goth, actually)	× I go for older guys/girls, not younger.  (EW)
× I study for tests most of the time.  (Passed that, got the papers)	× I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.  (I wear boots)	× I can work on a car.  (How work? Repair? No. Drive, yes.)
✓ I love my job(s).  (Yep, invented it)	✓ I am comfortable with who I am right now.  (Oooh boy am I!)	× I have more than just my ears pierced.  (I just have my ears pierced, is that bad?)
× I walk barefoot wherever I can.  (EW)	× I have jumped off a bridge.  (Do I look demented to you?)	✓ I love sea turtles.  (Who doesn't?)
× I spend ridiculous amounts of money on makeup.  (Not a penny)	× I plan on achieving a major goal/dream.  (I have achieved it)	× I am proficient on a musical instrument.  (Pity I'm not)
× I hate office jobs.  (not really)	× I went to college out of state.  (Which state? The state of illiteracy? *I* went to an University thenkyouverymuch)	× I am adopted.  (Nope, tragically legitimate)
× I am a pyro.   (Nope, though I rather like fire)	× I have thrown up from crying too much.  (Who does that? Not me, for one.)	✓ I have been intentionally hurt by people that I loved.  (Well, yes, it's a bit stupid innit? I used to be a BDSM Dom)
× I fall for the worst people.  (Not yet, at least)	× I adore bright colours.  (Do purple, violet, orange and forest green count as bright colours?)	× I usually like covers better than originals.   (EW)
✓ I hate chain theme restaurants like Applebees and TGIFridays.  (Double underline that)	✓ I can pick up things with my toes.  (How did you know?)	× I can't whistle.  (I can)
✓ I have ridden/owned a horse.  (Ridden. Liked it. All in the past)	× I still have every journal I've ever written in.  (Never had one)	× I talk in my sleep.  (Nope, don't get your hopes up.)
× I've often thought that I was born in the wrong century.  (No, do people really think that? They have no real info about past centuries, then.)	× I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.  (Not really)	× I wear a toe ring.  (UGH, no)
× I have a tattoo.  (No, but I'll get one)	× I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.  (Nope)	✓ I am a caffeine junkie.  (Got me on this one.)
× I am completely tree-huggy spiritual, and I'm not ashamed at all.  (I don't know what you mean, if you mean New Age Hippie, forget it.)	× If I knew I would get away with it, I would commit at least one murder.  (I'd commit LOTS, and am not sure about the 'get away with it' part. Some days I'm just too murderous to think of safety)	× I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical, the better.  (EW)
✓ I enjoy a nice glass of wine with dinner.  (Except it's not glass, it's glasses if the wine is really GOOD)	× I'm an artist.  (Nope)	× I am ambidextrous.  (Nope)
× I sleep with so many stuffed animals, I can hardly fit on my bed.  (EW)	× If it weren't for having to see other people naked, I'd live in a nudist colony.  (I hope my logic is better than yours, dear. If I want to see people naked I go to a nudist colony. See? Logic.)	× I have terrible teeth.  (Nope)
× I hate my toes.  (I love me toesies)	× I did this meme even though I wasn't tagged by the person who took it before me.  (Yep, sick innit?)	× I have more friends on the internet than in real life.  (Er... no.)
✓ I have lived in either three different states or countries.  (Again with the States, but alright, I've spent significant time in more than three countries)	× I am extremely flexible.  (Depends. Not bodily but surely mentally.)	× I love hugs more than kisses.  (This is so sick I refuse to contemplate it. Do you often sum apples with oranges?)
× I want to own my own business.  (I DO own me own business)	✓ I smoke.  (yeah, wheeee!)	× I spend way too much time on the computer than on anything else.  (Yes, but in my defence I have to say, m'Lud, that I Work with the bloody thing.)
× Nobody has ever said I'm normal.  (Actually I'm surprised by the huge number of people who say I'm quite normal)	× Sad movies, games, and the like can cause a trickle of tears every now and then.  (Never, am Ice Queen)	× I am proficient in the use of many types of firearms and combat weapons.  (Nah, can kill weaponless: it's called the power of speech)
× I like the way women look in stylized men's suits.  (EW)	✓ I don't like it when people are unpleased or seem unpleased with me.  ('kay I don't like it, but it don't kill me. People have a right not to like me)	× I have been described as a dreamer or likely to have my head up in the clouds.  (Nope, wuite the contrary)
✓ I have played strip poker with someone else before.  (Wheeeee!)	× I have had emotional problems for which I have sought professional help.  (Nope)	× I believe in ghosts and the paranormal.  (Nope)
× I can't stand being alone.  (I can)	× I have at least one obsession at any given time.  (Not me)	× I weigh myself, pee/poo, and then weigh myself again.  (EW, what kind of life do you have?)
× I consistently spend way too much money on obsessions-of-the-moment.  (I consistently do NOT waste money)	× I'm a judgmental asshole.  (Maybe)	× I'm a HUGE drama-queen.  (Nope)
✓ I have travelled on more than one continent.  (Yep, all of them)	× I sometimes wish my father would just disappear.  (he's dead you moron)	× I need people to tell me I'm good at something in order to feel that I am.  (Nope)
× I am a Libertarian.  (Depends what you mean by that ugly neo-word. If it means I know the rest of the world don't necessarily have to like what I like, then yes)	× I can speak more than one language.  (Yep, four)	✓ I can fall asleep even if the whole room is as noisy as it can be.
✓ I would rather read than watch TV.  (And how!)	× I like reading fact more than fiction.  (nope, 'fact' books are fiction in their own quirkly little way as well.)	× I have pulled an all-nighter on an assignment I was given a month to do.  (not appliable)
× I have no piercings.  (ear-lobes. Do they count?)	✓ I have spent the night in a train station or other public place.  (Yeah, once, sodding train got stuck somewhere in the wilds of Peru and I had no options but to wait. Was interesting)	× I have been so upset over my physical gender that I cried.  (Who me? I LOVE being female.)
× I once spent Christmas completely alone because there was a miscommunication on which parent was supposed to have me that night.  (Never)	× There have been times when I have wondered "Why was I born?" and may/may not have cried over it.  (Never. I was born because the Multiverse clearly needed a clear-headed person)	× I like most animals better than most people.  (nope, I like both animals and people)
× I own a collection of retro games consoles.  (UGH)	× The thought of physical exercise makes me shiver.  (I do body building wihtout a shiver)	✓ I have hit someone with a dead fish.  (Funny you should ask that...)
× I am compulsively honest.  (nah)	× I was born with a congenital birth defect that has never been repaired.  (nope)	× I have danced topless in front of dozens of complete strangers.  (nope)
× I have gone from wishing I was a girl to revelling in being a boy to feeling like a girl again in the span of five minutes, and not cared a whit for my actual sex.  (That's YOUR problem, I actually love being my biological sex, it's great)	× I am unashamedly bisexual, and have different motivations for my desires for different genders.  (Nope, I am het. Kissing a female once to experiment jut cemented it)	× I sometimes won't sleep a whole night or eat a whole day because I forget to.  (HA! As if.)
× I find it impossible to get to sleep without some kind of music on.  (I can)	✓ I dislike milk.  (UGH, couldn't agree more)	× I obsessively wash my hands.  (Nope, just hygienically)
× I always carry something significant around with me.  (Are we getting into mystical thoughts here? Significant how? My house keys are LOTS significant in my life and I carry them with me all the time. That kind of significant?)	× Sometimes I'd rather wear a wig in day-to-day life than use my own hair.  (Why in hell? You've got serious probbos here. I like my hair.)	× I've pushed myself to become more self-aware and thereby more aware of others.  (Well, lucky me! My parents taught me that)
× Even though I live on my own I still cry sometimes because I miss my mother.  (I can't miss me mum, she's here when I need her and not here when I don't. Lovely woman ain't she?)	× I hand wrote all the HTML tags in this document.  (Did you? I filled in the windows)	✓ I've liked something which a majority of people claimed was either bad or weird.  (Define majority, though. That said, I *was* a Dom so the question is prolly legitimate.)
✓ I have been clinically dead for a brief period of time.  (How did you know? Actually for what they tell me is 58 seconds.)	× Instead of feeling sympathy/empathy with people and their problems, I simply become annoyed.  (I FEEL for my fellow humans, which is why I want to rip apart so many of them)	× I participate/have participated in auto drag races and won.  (EW)
× I do not 'get' most comedy acts.  (Depends)	× I don't think strippers are money-greedy or slutty for dancing.  (I do think they've sold their dignity for money and deludew themselves they have some sort of power over men. Poor eejits.)	✓ I don't like to chew gum.  (no, ew)
× I am obsessed with history/historical things and can't wait for someone to build a time machine so I can be the first to use it.  (Well, not obsessed as such, but I'd love to go on a trip)	× I can never remember for the life of me where I parked the car.  (I always know where my car is)	× I had the TEEN ANGST thing going for at least 2-3 years.  (Nope)
× I wish people would be more empathic and honest with each other.  (I wish people would be more emphatic and lie a lot to one another so maybe there'd be less quarrels)	× I play Dungeons and Dragons weekly.  (EW)	✓ I love to sing.  ('Kay, got me)
× I want to live in my mother's basement when I grow up.  (God no! Have me own flat, and mum would kill me if I tried to weasel on her)	× I have a custom-built computer.  (nope)	× I want to create a certain someone's babies, even though there's a 0% possiblity of ever achieving it.  (if I want a certain someone babies I KNOW how to create them: fuck and persevere)
× I would be in a relationship with one of my pets if they were human.  (EW)	✓ I've gone skinny-dipping.  (Who hasn't?)	× I've performed in three plays.  (Nope)
× I enjoy burritos.  (Not really)	× I'm Irish and loving it.  (My dada was half Irish and loved it, so I love to be one quarter Irish, if that's alright by you)	× I have a thing for redheads.  (No UGH. Me likes blonds)
× I am a twin!  (Nope)	✓ Most of the times, I'd rather do something intellectual instead of doing something generically 'fun'.  (It's sad that honesty compels me to say yeah, but it's also a lot uplifting.)	✓ Once I set out to finish something, I always stay at it until it is completed before I move on to something else.  (Not exactly: I stay with it, but can also start new things. Women=multitasking.)
× I wish there were a way to erase past mistakes.  (Well there is, it's called 'Learning Through Experience')	× I sleep more than 12 hours a day.  (who has the time?)	× I wish I could be prouder of what I've accomplished, but it's never enough.  (I'm sodding PROUD of what I've done, Live with it.)
× I need more time to myself.  (Have lots)	× I wish I was more open-minded.  (If I were more open-minded me brain would leak out of me ears and nose)	× I hope that I go really prematurely grey.  (Not me)
× I download songs from the internet.  (EW)	× I've just reenacted chapter 58 of Death Note with my best friend.  (What?)	× I say random things to freak people out.  (Would love to, but never can make meself do it. Sad, innit?)
× I'm still a little mad about the ending of Death Note.  (What the fuck is this death note thingie?)	× I love playing Truth or Dare.  (Do you read too much Potter fics? Who the hell still plays that?)	× I love listening to slow music, but I hate singing to it.  (I love listening to GOOD music and I may have been heard singing to it)
× Music helps me remember that I am not alone.  (No, music makes me remember art is not a joke)	× Playing my favorite sport makes me temporarily forget my problems.  (Don't have one)	× I think this survey is particularly long.  (Yeah, but also funny)
× I prefer my LJ friends to my real-life ones.  (Said no already)	× I can only hate someone that I love.  (Ooooh, a H/D shipper are you?)	× I've ordered an extra two shots of espresso to an Americano at Starbucks.  (I prefer my Italian expresso machine, thankyou)

Comments

[baeraad.livejournal.com]

I miss somebody right now. (baeraad)

Aw. (*hugs*) You can prod me at any time, you know. You may be a responsible businesswoman, but I'm a carefree student. You can pretty much assume that I have time to answer letters and such. =]

I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal. ('Ashamed'? What's that word mean?)

Having shame is nothing to be proud of, anyway. ;)

I think prostitution should be legalized. (EEEEEEEEEEEKKKKK! HEY! I just happen to be a female with dignity, y'know?)

No-one's contesting your gender or your dignity. =]

But I look at it like this: whether it's legal or not, no one prostitutes themselves if there's any other option except starving to death. Making it illegal isn't going to stop anyone who's that desperate. The only thing laws against prostitution does is make the lives of prostitutes that much harder. Can't press charges against a costumer beating you up if your transaction with him was in itself a crime, can you?

I'm not in favour of prostitution or anything, but I would say that the only efficient way of combating it is to create a society where no one ever gets in a position where it looks like the better choice.

Pecked - whatever the hell that means

I think it means the very smallest form of kiss - just the very tip of your lips touching the other person for a split second. The kind of kiss you give elderly aunts, say. =]

It's not such an Earth shaking moment, y'know? It's just poo

(*shudders*) "Just," she says... ^_^;; I'm the guy who breaks coffee pots because I've gotten chicken mixture all over the kitchen.

Actually, I don't think you've heard that story. For now, let's just say that I do not deal too well with any form of icky, gooey stuff... =]

I used to be a BDSM Dom

Certain comments you made in our very first conversation suddenly make sense... =]

I've often thought that I was born in the wrong century. (No, do people really think that? They have no real info about past centuries, then.

I can't say any past century looks very nice to me - a bit too many diseases running loose, for instance, and I've made a worthless peasant. =]

Mostly, I want out of this century. It might be better than all the preceeding ones, but it's still a pretty stupid and melodramatic kind of century.

I have a tattoo. (No, but I'll get one)

What of? :)

A friend of mine is threatening me with dragging me off to a tattoo parlour the next time she sees me. She'll get a feather on her shoulder, and I'll get an inverted pentacle over my heart. I'm slightly apprehensive, because, well, this girl is built like a stone wall. She is totally strong enough to drag me any my flaccid computer-geek muscles anywhere she wants. ^_^;;

[flyingskull.livejournal.com]

Lord I'd forgotten to answer your posts...

I'll get a tattoo of a skull with bat wings or nothing. This is in the future when I can walk again out of the house without mum, who's a brilliant woman, but not very tattoo-friendly.

Do tell the story about you and chicken poo!

As for prostitution, yeah, I hear you and I know you're right. I'd still make laws against clients. So there! :p

[baeraad.livejournal.com]

> This is in the future when I can walk again out of the house without mum,
> who's a brilliant woman, but not very tattoo-friendly.

I'm not, either, strictly speaking, but I'm mellowing in my old age (don't we all? =]). My instinctive reaction has always been something along the lines with "the human body is a work of art and should not be scribbled on." =] But I'm actually starting to think that works of art can, at least, be improved upon. Besides, considering anything to be best in its "natural" form is against my philosophy... =]

> Do tell the story about you and chicken poo!

Hee. ^_^;; Well, it wasn't chicken poo, as such. More like chicken... goop, I guess.

See, the thing is, I've gotten into the habit of cooking really elaborate meals for myself (if I'm going to eat something that's fattening and bad for me, at least I can make it something classy! =]). So one day, I decided on this recipe for a sort of chicken meatloaf - you grind chickenbreasts, mix them with milk and spices and stuff, and then pour it into a bowl and put it in the oven.

Well, the grinding went fine, so I went on to the mixing. In which I employed an electric stirring thingie (I'm sorry for being vague here, I realise I know very few English words that relate to cooking ^_^;). And then I made the slight mistake of pulling it out of the bowl while still rotating on full speed.

Ever heard of shit hitting the fan? Well, it wasn't shit, as I said, and it wasn't a fan... but the physics was pretty similar.

Chicken goop all over my kitchen! On the curtains! On the floor! On the stove! On the table! Everything covered in icky, gooey, messy... stuff!

That was the point where I went temporarily insane and started yelling "AAAHHH UUUUURRGGHHH AAAAAGGGHHH UUUUAAAAARRGGGHHHH!!!!!!" and throwing empty milk cartons across the room for a bit... ^_^;;

I also broke my coffee pot, though I did not, as one of my more smartass friends put it, "go Greek and throw it to the floor in rage." =] I was just careless in washing it, being slightly hysterical at the time. My anal-retentive mind had hit goop overload. =]

On the other hand, once I had calmed down and cleaned up, I managed to produce a very tasty meal... ;)

> I'd still make laws against clients. So there! :p

You know, I believe I can live with that. I have learned to accept the knowledge that my personality ensures that my life will contain less sex than, oh, just about everyone else's. But the thought of some people buying it like I might buy pastries is just, well... adding insult to injury. ^_^;

Seriously, I can't really see the point of seeing a prostitute. It's not to have sex with an actual person - in fact, the whole point is to avoid dealing with anything like human interaction. So as far as I can see, it's like masturbation for people who don't have the imagination to visualise something sufficiently interesting on their own. Pfft. Pitiful, really. ;)

[flyingskull.livejournal.com]

Oooh, love your chicken goop thingy! What is the word for chicken stuff that gets so goopy you don't even remember it's not chicken poo? *bright grin*

I don't wanna talk whoring again, but yeah, people who say it's the oldest profesion for women to be potties or guzunders for terrified fat old males make me want to KILL KILL KILL KILL

Ahem, make me very irritated.

I KNOW you din't like my Sandman thingie... WAH! *shower of lil fisihes*

[baeraad.livejournal.com]

No, no, I loved the Sandman thing! ^_^;; I'm just even slower than usual at replying, on account of having a bit of a flu.

(*dashes off to make the next reply*)