I’m just gonna start with the nominations because that’s the only part you would be expected to care about. oh but before that, I’d like to thank Rei da Queen for nominating me for this award and fucking sticking with me through my chaotic appearances/disappearances. I’ll clarify why I’m a bitch (so I’ll be making more excuses, whoo…) in my next post. I’m sorry, just at the moment my writing skills are really down and I’d like to be as top notch as I can manage to be when I’m publishing posts (even if my top notch is shitty as hell).
Another thing: I swore a lot in this post. More so than usual. I don’t know why, but sorry if that disturbs you.
And here are my questions:
- Who do you have a better relationship with; your mom or your dad?
- What would you rather sacrifice; your career or your time?
- What’s your favorite season and why?
- What scares you more; life or death?
- Would you rather live in a city or a rural area?
- What’s your single most strongly held belief?
- What do you think is worth more; empathy or sympathy?
- Do you consider yourself two-sided?
- What’s your best quality?
- Broccoli or Spinach?
And now onto the real award, where I demolish Rei’s questions with my shitty answers.
- If you could be a part of a movie, what would the movie be and who would you play?
I’ve seen this question so many times, but each time it’s never been directed towards me so I’ve never had to actually formulate an answer. Now I do, and of course Rei is the one to ruin this beautiful state of neutrality I was privileged to possess, cause Rei ruins everything (Jk, jk…sort of O.o). But um, let’s see…the movie would probably be about a talented, intelligent, gorgeous, confident high school student who has her life planned out ahead of her, lures even the nastiest people in with her natural charisma, and loves with all her heart. The climax of the movie would be the girl breaks a nail in Physics. And I’d play one of the school janitors. Trust me, it’s going to be a great movie.
2. Who’s you favorite actor/actress and what’s your favorite movie of theirs?
Fuck I thought we were done with movies…alas, my favorite actor is Emma Watson just cause she’s so pretty and British and well, what more could you want. And before you ask, yes, I’m still straight. And favorite movie from her, well HARRY POTTER OF COURSE. Sorry, my keyboard broke.
Oh my god this post is so bad I’m so sorry wtf am I doing. I’m just gonna keep writing anyway.
3. Persuade me to believe something you believe in.
Feelings make you weak. If you lend yourself to your feelings, you lend yourself to pain and vulnerability. You take off the protective film of logic that cloaks your actions and stand before a whirlwind of danger. And no matter how many times you stand before it, the whirlwind never gets weaker. And the whirlwind will always catch up to you, because once you give in to your feelings, you sacrifice logic. And then people come and take advantage of you and your vulnerability
I swear it’s not rape and you’re left weak and in pain, because you used your feelings. I swear if I could just get some more tea I would be a lot better at explaining this.
4. What’s your favorite song to blast in the car?
I don’t usually blast music in the car because I’m with my parents or brothers and then it gets awkward…but if I had my own car I’d probably blast ‘Car Radio’ by the infamous god damn amazing Twenty One Pilots and sit there solemnly as I pretend to be heartbroken and deep.
5. Who in the world makes you laugh the hardest?
Just one person? I can’t narrow it down that far but I’d probably say…my friends in general. They can be pretty funny at times. Or maybe I just have a crappy sense of humor. Who knows.
6. Hogwarts, Middle Earth, or Marvel?
Goddamn Rei your questions are so hard XD But I’d probably have to go for Hogwarts just cause I’m still sitting here waiting for a damn letter. And they have owls, and awesome classes, and wands, and spells, and Diagon Alley, and butterbeer…but Loki…fuck it, butterbeer wins.
7. What’s your favorite place in the world?
Amsterdam or Australia, I can’t pick. Or Greece, Venice, or Japan, or maybe South Korea actually (minus the whole ‘you could die any second cause North Korea hates your ass’ thing of course).
8. What’s on your bucket list?
I don’t actually have a bucket list, but there’s so much shit I want to do that I should probably just make one. Let’s see…I want to travel the world (literally), visit and volunteer at an orphanage in a third world country, publish at least one novel, go to one of those college poetry slams where nerds make friends, speaking of college, going to college would be ideal too, paint a landscape painting that doesn’t look like a donkey hybrid got high and decided to take art classes at a community center, give back to my family, or at least my parents, not be a burden on society, and discover whether happiness truly exists or if I was right all along and it’s a sweet lie.
9. Write the plot to the next best-seller.
These questions are harder than my Chem test. And my chem test was fucking hard. So I’m gonna wing this and be lazy, cause real plots take SO long to create and I want to get this up by tonight at least. Plus I suck at plot development, as I’m sure you could tell by my previous movie example.
So here’s the plot. Ready?
Probably not. A guy goes to school, and he sits in Math first hour. He has a math test. The problem is, he forgot his favorite pencil at home. So now he has to borrow one from someone and talking to people just makes him nervous so he sits there and starts shaking. And then he falls to the ground. And then he faints. And he doesn’t end up taking his math test. The end.
New York Times Bestseller right there. Pre-order it on Amazon today!
10. Describe your favorite room in your house.
It’s plain, mainly because its owner spent too much time designing it in her head to actually realize her parents’ credit card (and nerves) have a limit. It has hardwood floors, and square windows are cut into the white washed walls like staccato notes on a piano measure. The furniture is white with black accents, and the rug is a rough jute. In a corner sits a small lounge seat, swarmed with pillows and blankets. It’s always messy because it’s always occupied by a huddled figure whose attention is usually stolen by a laptop screen or paperback novel. And when it’s not occupied, the bed across the room is occupied. It’s plain, just like the rest of the room; black headboard, white covers, city portraits hang on the walls.
Alright that’s it, congratulations people you’ve reached the end of my terrible, oh so terrible post. Again, I’m so sorry for leaving for so long and then coming back only to leave again and then just taking the lazy way out and publishing an award as an excuse for a post. I’m actually really sorry though, and I know I sound sarcastic all the time, which is why I’m repeating it just so you guys know I’m serious.
Alright this is getting too mushy for me; I’m leaving. I promise I’ll try and get you guys some better material next time (if you’re even interested; I mean, after reading that shit I can’t blame you if you never want to hear from me again).
In the meantime, the kettle awaits me. Peace.