Kiwi Crocus (cranky__crocus) wrote,
Kiwi Crocus
cranky__crocus

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I'm alive. When I mentioned to Nick-the-supervisor that I always expect he'll beat me up but know he could never do it better than I, he told me he would leave the 'beating up' to me because I seem 'rather adept.' I knew there was a reason I liked Nick. (;

(I'm making light here, as I often do. It was difficult and I bit my lip a lot but I got through to a very strange lecture and now some quiet library time with Clover. I think I needed this time for putsing around. Hopefully I have appeased you, albalark? :D )

And this is ganked from many off my flist: kellychambliss, mothwing, kitty_ryan, peroxidepirate and possibly more now. (:

A. Age: Sometimes 6, sometimes 21, sometimes 42, sometimes 84, sometimes somewhere in-between or on either side. Your guess is as good as mine – we’re all a bunch of onions growing layers, aren’t we? (;

B. Bed size: When I’m in on bed in the UK, it’s a single. When I’m on my bed in the States, it’s a twin-or-less. But since I often-times avoid my bed, I often have a floor-sized bed – optimal stretch opportunities! (And some rolling around, you know, like an animal.)

C. Chore you hate: I pretty much hate any chore that comes after the ‘Write To Do List’ chore. Well, at least until I forget to hate it – then I start liking most things.

D. Dogs: I have a smelly old-man pug named Muggzzey; I’ve had him since I was 9. Before him I had Drew, a Great Dane/German Shepherd/Labrador mix. His name was rather fitting. I love dogs, and cats, and ferrets and mice and rats and snakes and tarantulas and snails… Someone once told me to read My Family and Other Animals because it “is me.”

E. Essential start to your day: I don’t think there is one? I can’t think of one thing I have to do consistently every day… ‘Waking up,’ I suppose, but I’ve had some days I didn’t do that and felt fine too. BREATHING! I find that to be quite essential to start my day.

F. Favorite color: Rainbow. And even if you don’t think that’s a colour, you’d have me lying if I put anything else down – nothing ever fits ‘favourite colour’ as well as rainbow. Plus, if black can be considered a colour despite not reflecting/emitting any visible light to us… then rainbow can be a colour – it’s just a downplayed white anyway!

G. Gold or silver: Silver! I like silver shinies.

H. Height: … … … *Sigh.* 4’11”.

I. Instruments you play: Ukulele. Flute once upon a time. Recorder once-upon-a-time-before-that.

J. Job title: Procrastinator. Erm. Student.

K. Kids: That would be incredibly awkward for me at the present moment. No spawncreatures presently, but it’s an open possibility for the future. They’re just not, you know, coming from this body.

L. Live: In the ‘not dead’ way, yes, absolutely. As for where I live…well, my heart lives somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean. Does that make me an Atlantic Sea Monster? I think it should. I want to be a hardcore mermaid. I’ll have my mermaid friends knit me cold-weather apparel (I can’t lie, I don’t think I’d be able to knit as a mermaid either).

M. Mother’s name: Gerri. Adoptive mothers: Zazabeth, Carolyn and a number of others. (I have been taken into a number of families.)

N. Nicknames: Kiwi. Kiki. Kiki Wiki. Kiwi WeeWee. Cro. Ol’ King Cole.

O. Overnight hospital stays: Not a HUGE number, but too many for my fried brain to generally remember. Every night tends to feel like an eternity; I try not to remember unpleasant eternities.

P. Pet peeve: Chewing. I cannot handle open-mouth or incredibly loud chewing. I will hear it over other noises, including my own thoughts, and it drives me absolutely batty.

Q. Quote from a movie: “Harold, everyone has the right to make an ass out of themselves. You just can't let the world judge you too much.” – Maude; Harold and Maude.
(Also: “A lot of people enjoy being dead. But they are not dead, really. They're just backing away from life. Reach out. Take a chance. Get hurt even. But play as well as you can. Go team, go! Give me an L. Give me an I. Give me a V. Give me an E. L-I-V-E. LIVE! Otherwise, you got nothing to talk about in the locker room.”

“You sure have a way with people” – “Well, they’re my species!”

“The earth is my body; my head is in the stars.”

“Consistency is not really a human trait.”

“It's all memorabilia, but incidental and not integral, if you know what I mean.”

And of course “Oh, Harold... That's wonderful. Go and love some more.”)

Can you tell I love that film possibly a little too much? I think it and Monty Python and the Holy Grail got me through high school, with a little Better Than Chocolate and If These Walls Could Talk II for some lesbian positivity.


R. Right- or left-handed: Right, regrettably; I wish I could be more flexible with it.

S. Siblings: One brother. 18. Keele University. I call him “Dweeb” and it is not without reason. (However, I am considering switching to “Ax” soon, within the next few years. He’s moving up from Monkey Boy to Robe Boy to Dweeb and soon enough possibly to Ax…)

T. Time you wake up: I think I realised over the summer that set to my own devices, I could be waking up at literally any hour of the day or night from sleeps or naps. For classes usually somewhere between 7am-12 noon. At my leisure, anywhere from 8am to 4pm. All depends on what sleep schedule I’m keeping at the time.

U. Underwear: Bras: I like colour and patterns; today’s is green and pink like a watermelon. Sizing is my main problem. And nowadays when I’m home I give up on bras altogether and lounge around with a leotard under my jammies/clothes. Pants/panties: I like strange pants. Often boyshort style when I can get them. Otherwise bikini, occasional thong (oh I know, gasp gasp, how could you?). And I’m going to be honest, when it’s been too long since my last bout of laundry, I can occasionally be found in bathing suits.

V. Vegetables you dislike: I’m going to go with garlic too. I really don’t like garlic. [ETA: That may be a slight exaggeration. I mean, garlic can definitely be present in food and I will not run away. It just isn't my favourite taste. (: ]

W. What makes you run late? My brain. When it doesn’t want to do something, it can be…exceedingly stubborn.

X. X-Rays you’ve had: Oh good gillyweed. Hmm. I think I’ve had a variety of head, hand and hip/leg? Possibly more. Just don’t ask me when - though if you really want to be bored, you could ask me the whole pre-, during- and post-x-ray nurse script; I could give you that with relative ease.

Y. Yummy food you make: I really don’t ‘make’ anything yummy. Really. Pre-made is about as sophisticated as I get. And I don’t make any nummy things consistently enough that I would deem them ‘yummy food I make.’

Z. Zoo- favorite animal: I haven’t been to a zoo in ages, but if one had a margay, I think I’d just about faint. And then sit there staring at it for about 6 hours. Otherwise, I don’t tend to do ‘favourite’ well.


Kiwi

"It was the rainbow gave thee birth, and left thee all her lovely hues."
[W. H. Davies]
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