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02 November 2011 @ 08:19 pm
It's meme time. Everyone blame kellychambliss and tetleythesecond, okay?

Strike what's true for you.

1. Had beer. [First year of uni it took me three days to finish a can of Matt’s beer. Safe to say I don’t like t much.]

2. Smoked an entire cigarette. [Hate the things, m’self. Only ever smoked tobacco once, accidentally, and I wasn’t fond of doing it again.]

3. Smoked a cigar. [I’ve always been curious. More about chewing on them, though.]

4. Done drugs. [One because I consider alcohol a drug, two because of above-mentioned accidental!tobacco, three because oh shut up.]

5. Write on a bathroom wall. [Someone said something witty and it was the kind of place where even the employees wrote on the bathroom walls with peace and love.]

6. Read a George Orwell book. [Animal Farm, freshman year of high school with Mr. Dufault. Never got to 1984 - I think I would have had that if I’d had Duffie for junior year (it was a favourite of his) but I got stuck with Hoegles.]

7. Had a physical fight.[ I used to love ‘em when I was a kid. I may not look the type to enjoy it now, but if a fist came my way…oh, I’d go down hissing and would keep getting up again ‘til I couldn’t anymore. But I always won, so that was alright.]

8. Used Twitter. [Had some great moments there.]

9. Listened to Lady Gaga. [My sister is a Little Monster.]

10. Been in a car accident. [Never driving.]

11. Gotten suspended. [I got detention once in junior high and never went; I got five demerits in high school. Never came close to suspension.]

12. Gotten expelled. [Would have been worse than dying, by my priorities.]

13. Been allergic to something. [Milk, once upon a time. Penicillin. Medical tape—and doctors never learn, so I always look like a scaley fish after an operation.]

14. Got a computer virus. [My father believes there is a special Hell just for people who write computer viruses; I tend to think he’s right. Well, if I believed in Hell—or if he really did…]

15. Touched a real gun. [May have, but if the memory is too foggy to be sure I won’t count it.]

16. Had a dog. [He’s more of a living stuffed animal crossed with a pig, but I love him dearly anyway.]

17. Had a cat. [Soon.]

18. Been pregnant. [Thank goodness not.]

19. Camped out.

20. Swam in the ocean.

21. Wore a bikini. [Fucking hate those things. Yes, enough for “fucking” over any other word. Everyone tells me to wear them ‘cause of my top-deck twins, but how’m’I s’posed to get ‘em in the dratted things? And my stomach ain’t coming out, no way, no how.]

22. Driven a car.

23. Been sent to the principal. [Vice Principal, but he was the disciplinarian, so that was what counted. I didn’t wear my ID to biology class. No one really got sent to the principal, though—just out into the hall or got demerits.]

24. Ever liked someone. [Oh, no, I’ve had the pleasure of hating everyone I’ve met.]

25. Failed a class. [I think I would have died. My priorities were…not very correct.]

26. Failed a test. [Fucking McGrath freshman year! I was going to say ‘no’ until I realised that yes, I have failed one test in all my years of schooling: freshman year health final exam, because the teacher wouldn’t let me take the stupid binder home to study from after someone stole my work book (that he made us keep in class) for my completed answers. Had to re-do the booklet in school since he didn’t allow the binders to be brought home and got a 78 on that, which meant I had to study from a 78-grade booklet for a ridiculously hard final. I think I got a 48 on the test and a C for the term—the only C I had in high school. Ah, well, I called it Health and Heterosexuality/Heteronormativity, anyway, so I was bound to not do very well.]

27. Went to summer school. [I was always jealous of my best high school friend, who went every year and seemed to have a nice time…]

28. Got worse than a D. [I’m going to go with no since I’ve never had lower than a C in any course, but as mentioned, I have had a failing mark on a test—but passed the course.]

29. Read an entire book. [Usually I don’t believe in reading, but I read an entire book just so I could answer this question with a strike.]

30. Recorded my own music. [It was bad music.]

31. Had an xbox. [It was a house x-box, but I played it.]

32. Worn heels more than 3 days in a row. [Hell no. I have one hip replacement and don’t feel any itchin’ for a second.]

33. Wore fishnets.

34. Wore skinny jeans. [They don’t look very skinny on me.]

35. Been in love. [I can now truthfully answer this with a strike. I even survived.]

36. Hated someone. [Unfortunately I can now also strike this one truthfully. Thankfully the love and hate are not to the same person.]

37. Been cheated on.

38. Cheated on someone.

39. Did something sexual with someone of the same sex. [I have decided that kissing doesn’t count due to the damn “I Kissed a Girl” song. Going to pretend my answer to this isn’t depressing. But, I mean who canoodles with the same sex? Despicable!]

40. Practiced Christianity. [I’m a cradle Unitarian Universalist.]

41. Worn makeup. [Ugh. I even had a phase in life in which I wore foundation and everything—even if I applied it on the bus. Now I’ll stretch to eyeliner, mascara, eyeshadow and lipgloss/stick tops, but usually just eyeliner and mascara.]

42. Lied to my parents about where I was going. [I had no need. They always let me go out and do what I wanted—helped that I was boring and trustworthy.]

43. Had surgery. [Oral surgery, fix-it surgery to screw my hip back in place, core decompression surgery, fibula graft operation, pin/hardware removal, hip replacement. Not too bad at 21.]

44. Had my license.

45. Been to college or university. [I doubt I’m finished, but I can pretend.]

46. Graduated high school.

47. Attempted suicide. [Came closer than I ever want to again, but there was no real plan, so I won’t strike.]

48. Worn colored contacts.

49. Painted my nails black [Oh, I know, I’m a rebel.

50. Broken someone’s heart. [I don’t think so, but if it happened without my knowledge, I’m still sorry.]

51. Had my heart broken. [Not in the someone-broke-up-with-me sense. More in the unrequited, I-know-this-wouldn’t-work-in-a-billion-years-so-I’m-not-going-to-try-I’ll-just-pine-over-you-instead sort of way. As far as heartbreak goes, not bad.]

52. Cried for an hour straight.

53. Lost something very valuable. [It was ‘very valuable’ by monetary standards at the time, but perhaps wouldn’t be now.]

54. Got separated from one of my parents as a kid. [It happened fairly frequently, I think… I never seemed to mind, just sat there daydreaming.]

[RIP 55, whatever you were. Probably something like “Have you ever drunk your parents’ alcohol?” Why yes, yes I have; they gave me it.]

56. Gotten stung by a bee. [I used to get stung by something at every single castle I visited in the UK, and a few of ‘em may have been bees… but for the most part no, just by other Hymenoptera. I used to be called the Bee Charmer when I was younger after a bee flew into my loosely-closed fist, stayed there for a while and then flew away without stinging me.]

57. Eaten something bad/expired. [It wasn’t too bad.]

58. Threw up from being so drunk. [The morning after one New Year’s I made myself throw up because I knew it would settle my stomach, but I could very well have made it through the morning and day fine without it. I have thrown up from stress, though.]

59. Saw someone throw up from being so drunk. [Ah, university, you did love treating me to this vision…]

60. Danced with someone of the opposite sex. [Once. I was 13. It was one of my three slow-dancing experiences…gods, I feel like I’m still 13 sometimes.]

61. Owned an ipod. [Always named Dede: the iPod of Death and Destruction, from the first one I had at 15. I am on Dede 3, now.]

62. Owned an iphone.

63. Fell for a best friend. [I don’t really do the Best Friend thing, but J pretty much became one of my best friends during camp this year, and I fell for her.]

64. Stole a friend’s significant other.

65. Went far away from home for more than a week. [Oh, no, I’ve never left my home for more than a day at a time! Except for all those times when I was a kid and went to summer camps, visit my grandparents, whatever else…]

66. Moved out.

67. Ran away.

68. Teased my brother/sister. [Isn’t that part of the bargain…?]

69. Been to a hospital. [Used to have to go every six months of so from seven to 12 for tests, then all the hip stuff, including too many over-nights. A minute lasts far too long in hospitals.]

70. Had food poisoning. [I have vague recollections of what could possibly be food poisoning, but I’m not sure.]

71. Had a job.

72. Been fired.

73. Lied to a friend. [The let’s-keep-as-many-people-from-being-hurt-as-possible sorts, mostly lies by omission, but not anything serious that really needed confessing.]

74. Lied to a family member. [I once told my brother I liked his hair when I thought it was awful. But, uh, no really, same as above.]

75. Had a Facebook. [Still do, I’ve just been ignoring it lately.]

76. Posted a video on Youtube. [A number of times. I’m embarrassed.]

77. Started a rumor about someone. [A friend in junior high wanted to come out of the closet but didn’t want to just talk about it. I told him that since I was already out, people would really believe me if I said he was not-straight, and it could remain a rumour until it reached him and he confirmed it. He agreed and eventually he confirmed the rumour.]

78. Talked bad about someone. [I’m not always very nice. In fact, sometimes I can be downright mean. It’s not something I do often or like to do.]

79. Dropped out of school. [This, like expulsion or failing, would have been something like Death in my life.]

80. Deliberately failed a test.

81. Been skinny dipping. [One of my favourite things ever. Also, Kelly, I’m surprised at you. Glad I have company, Teskey!]

82. Counted to a million. [I’m sorry, I have this thing called a life, and even when I’m procrastinating I like to do things that are remotely entertaining or useful…]

83. Counted to a thousand. [Never had the urge.]

84. Ate rabbit meat.

85. Ate duck meat. [I’ve had the option a few times, but I’ve always been too chicken to try. I mean that in the ‘too frightened’ way but also in an ‘I was completely pleased to order chicken’ way.]

86. Had fast food. [My brother lives off the stuff, so I have it a lot when he’s around. I only get it myself when time is an issue or my friends want it.]

87. Been to church. [Every week, when I can.]

88. Been to Canada. [Someday… I’d really like to.]

89. Been married.

90. Had a divorce. [I have the urge to strike this one despite not having been married…]

91. Broke a glass. [It’s been a long while. I’m proud!]

92. Hugged someone today. [I wish, but it’s just me ‘nd the ‘rents today, and my Da and I shared one of our Spontaneous Hugs the other day.]

93. Texted someone today.

94. Received a phone call today.

95. Threw something out of the window. [A good number of things. And Kelly says I don’t want to know why she threw a stuffed-animal chicken out a window, so I guess I’ll have to trust her, but curiosity can’t always be helped!]

96. Ignored a text from someone on purpose. [A few times. I prefer it to sending back a text, “Oh, I’m sorry, I have no desire whatsoever to talk to you right now.” But for the most part I don’t look at my phone when I don’t think I’ll want to answer, or I forget to look at my phone or my phone doesn’t get the ruddy text.]

97. Had my feelings hurt by a friend and never told them. [I mean, for the most part I’ll speak up in a communicative, hopefully non-confrontational, non-accusatory way, but I only like to do that in person so sometimes I wait for that. And sometimes I wait long enough that I forget.]

98. Wished I was somebody else. [Often enough—wish I could say that stopped at 16 for me.]

99. Gone on exchange.

100. Gotten drunk and made out with a friend. [I wasn’t drunk, but the friend-slash-ex was; I didn’t enjoy it at all.]

Well. That was long. Oh, my, it's past eight already! Successful procrastination. Time to get back to my more ridiculous tasks (bad news when the tasks I'm supposed to be doing are more ridiculous than the meme...).
minervas_eule: Go to Blazesminervas_eule on November 3rd, 2011 08:03 am (UTC)
This is so intimidating loooong - I still do not know if I can bring myself to do it .... but I do enjoy reading all my flist's answers (as silly as this meme is partly).
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Kiwi Crocus: Julie Andrews || Cigar smugness.cranky__crocus on November 14th, 2011 06:31 am (UTC)
If skinny dipping is the norm in Eastern Germany, then yes, I shall have to get there at some point! (My mother taught me to do it when I was 12, after the short break between 'young enough to swim with no suit' and 'old enough to consciously choose skinny-dipping' in American culture. After that I would often ask her in the evening, "Mum, can we go SDing?" Over the years I introduced a number of friends to it, as well.)

I'm not sure if I could stand to read another book. It's a rather strenuous activity, you know? First I have to read words and then I have to turn pages. All in all, I think I'll just sit here and paint my nails and contemplate running away instead.
therealsnapetherealsnape on November 3rd, 2011 03:18 pm (UTC)
Good heavens, physical fights! And yet only one detention? How admirably Slytherin you must have been.
Kiwi Crocus: Nature || Unicorn.cranky__crocus on November 14th, 2011 06:34 am (UTC)
Any intelligent kid knew to fight out of school time, off school property and with no written proof of an arrangement. We spent a lot of time chasing each other during recess, but we would only arrange fights off in the far corner of the field where the lazy adults didn't follow us and hear. And where no one cared to snitch, because it was the rough half of the playground.

Plus, I looked like a little Luna Lovegood angel-child and no teacher would have believed I was capable of fighting, especially since I spent most of my school time gazing out the window daydreaming about unicorns and rainbows.

...I was an odd child.
albalark: All Sorts of Lovelyalbalark on November 3rd, 2011 05:14 pm (UTC)
7. Had a physical fight.[ I used to love ‘em when I was a kid. I may not look the type to enjoy it now, but if a fist came my way…oh, I’d go down hissing and would keep getting up again ‘til I couldn’t anymore. But I always won, so that was alright.] Oh, LOL - me, too. I never got detention because the one time I got sent to the principal's office was in elementary school. I did get yelled at, though. :-P

30. Recorded my own music. [It was bad music.] No, it wasn't. :-)

68. Teased my brother/sister. [Isn’t that part of the bargain…?] Oh, absolutely.

98. Wished I was somebody else. [Often enough—wish I could say that stopped at 16 for me.] ::empathizes::
Kiwi Crocus: Lesbians || Boots.cranky__crocus on November 14th, 2011 06:42 am (UTC)
You know, sometimes I just miss consensual fighting. I know it's all Bad and Wrong to have violence - I'm often a pacifist - but there was always something nice about that real release of emotion. I loved hanging with the boys because if we peeved each other, we'd fight it out and then, soon enough, it was all forgotten and we had a great story to tell with some fun scars that we showed around. It brought an odd sense of camaraderie - like 'yes, we're fighting now, but now I know how hard you fight and that if someone went against me, you'd be fighting this hard on my side, and I value that and you'.

Hah. Sounds a bit strange for me to be yearning for my old fighting days, doesn't it? It was just so much simpler. And more fun. Summer fights and winter hardcore snowball-and-wrestle fights used to be my favourites.

Awwwr, thank you, on the recorded music!
þeof in þystro: Hatmothwing on November 3rd, 2011 07:17 pm (UTC)
Physical fights! I was always too scared to stay in them.

This, like expulsion or failing, would have been something like Death in my life
Same here.
Kiwi Crocus: Dog || Face lick!cranky__crocus on November 14th, 2011 06:44 am (UTC)
Physical fights! I was always too scared to stay in them.
I would have had your back. (; I fought on behalf of many of my friends!
Maggiemagnetic_pole on November 3rd, 2011 10:49 pm (UTC)
This is fun reading! Do people really do these thing? *marvels* I think I had no teen years. Went right to middle age!

I didn't realize you'd had so many surgeries, C. *hugs* M.
Kiwi Crocus: Women || Swimming.cranky__crocus on November 14th, 2011 06:47 am (UTC)
*Hugs back.* Thanks. I'm on the other side of them, now, so it's all good (until my next hip replacement - hopefully decades off). Although there's something strangely wonderful about having a real struggle in life - and all the clarity that comes with it - instead of these petty things I find to complain about/struggle with these days.

I did have some fun as a teenager, despite the crutches and canes and wheelchairs. (:

There's nothing wrong with not having done things from this list! Although I am personally an advocate of skinny dipping. :B
kellychambliss: Bathildakellychambliss on November 4th, 2011 12:18 am (UTC)
I love your "fight" answer. I'm such a ruddy coward; I'd never have the bottle.

And you black-nail-polish rebel, you! I've worn black polish, too. I used to have really long fingernails (my own, not fakes), and black was fun. (Nowadays I type too much, and the nails get in the way.)
Kiwi Crocus: HP || McMin || Wand grasping.cranky__crocus on November 14th, 2011 06:53 am (UTC)
I'm such a ruddy coward; I'd never have the bottle.
Fear not! In the alternate universe in which we went to school together, I'd have gladly taken on the fights on your behalf. Those used to be my favourite, the ones I fought for friends.

I used envy my friend's long natural nails; she kept them black a lot, as well. I've often found it a flattering colour for pale hands (especially for those who enjoy rings). I used to have long nails, as well, but they were never as well-kept. My brother and his friends occasionally called me a cat, especially when we played more hands-on or slapping card games (Egyptian Rat/Rough, Spoons, Slap-Jack). I have to keep them short now for ukulele but I leave my left thumb nail to grow since it's the only one I don't require short.

I had a teacher once who grew out only her right pinky nail and it was always perfectly tended. She told me the reasons at one point; they seemed sensible and useful, though I've forgotten them now. I spent a lot of time looking at her hands. (Then, I do that anyway. Hands are great.)

I see, by the length of my response, that I am avoiding my writing again. :Þ
tt: just wanted to saytwisted_twister on November 11th, 2011 07:40 am (UTC)
Liked your rumour thing.

It's 7:40 am. still no sleep. But I'm getting there; 5 more tabs to go (another one is yours, let's see when I'll get there).

Kiwi Crocus: Seasonal || Wicked witch.cranky__crocus on November 14th, 2011 06:54 am (UTC)
Aren't we just a pair of night-owls! It's nearly 2am here. I told myself I'd be asleep at 1am. I see I was super successful...not! Hopefully by 3 or 4, then.