If you could get away with it completely, would you murder someone?
Excellent question. I'll get back to you.
When was the last time you had sex...and enjoyed it?
*grumbles* never...
Who pissed you off really bad recently?
Me. As per usual.
Do you know what veal is?
Mmhmm, and as sucky as the method is to get it, it's damn good.
Was your last ex good in bed?
...
Have you ever flashed a TV camera on a live show?
No...
What's something dumb you've done alone that you've never told anyone about?
I can't think of anything, but even if I could, why would I tell?
Do you like the movie theater?
Very much so. Except when it's fucking one degree out and I have to walk. That sucked.
Is squash really good or horribly gross?
Pumpkin's good, other than that, ew.
Who was the BEST kisser you've ever kissed with?
...
Would you kiss them right now?
...
Who had the worst kiss you've ever experienced?
...
Rough and Passionate or Sweet and Romantic?
All of the above.
Do you wish on shooting stars?
Yeah - I wish to actually see a shooting star. I always manage to miss the bastards.
Have you ever built a snow fort larger than 6 feet?
Well, it wasn't six feet high, but Jen and I (and maybe Alissa, can't remember) made a sweet fort of tunnels that was probably six feet altogether. That was pretty badass.
What's your favorite thing to do while waiting for someone to call/arrive?
Pace nervously. I'm weird, I know.
Have you ever microwaved a CD?
I'm with Brandon on this one...
Would you have sex with any of your friends right now?
Yeah.
What is more important...looks or personality?
Personality, but looks certainly don't hurt. I'm shallow, I know.
Can you tie a cherry stem with your tounge?
Me no liek cherries.
Do you have a stuffed animal you sleep with at night?
Well, they're not animals, but I sleep with a couple plushies.
Ever piss your pants over the age of 13?
Don't think so.
Have any phobias?
Plenty.
Can you take off belts/pants with your mouth?
Haven't tried, but it doesn't seem that difficult.
Are you able to multitask?
Depends.
First Reaction: One Word Only!
Blood: yum.
Marshmallow: michelin.
Tape: scotch.
Money: ew.
Desire: painful.
Lust: sucks.
Envy: greed. (what the fuck.)
Murder: good. (*admits self to psych ward* You think I'm kidding on that?)
Cookie: yes!
Last Time You Had Sex: never.
Horror Flick: tim.
Tropical Fruit: grapefruit. (...)
Slam Pig: hamlet! ?
Lost In the City Sounds: carhorn.
Lollipops: charlie.
Gift Shopping: sucks.
Cannibalism: good. (I scare me now more than ever.)
Love: nice.
Demons: friends.
Best Friend Crying: leemealone.
Revenge on the one you Hate: yes.
Garbage: bleah.
Book: YES.
One-Night Stand: no.
Green: red.
Blue: green. ?
Black: good.
Red: blood.
Yellow: johanna.
Life: meh.
27.1.08
Wow.
I can't believe how...upset I get thinking about Heath Ledger. Somehow, whenever I think of him and his endless ability, I get all irked and pensive or something. I think it pisses me off, almost. Just...I dunno. There aren't words, I don't think, in the English language. So I'm done. Just had to put that out there.
26.1.08
Would You Take a Bullet for Anyone?
I'm doing a survey on MySpace, and this question came up. I didn't feel like putting a giant paragraph in the little survey, but needed to answer the question in writing somehow. So here we go. Might be a long and winding road, but bear with me.
Steve's answer really got me thinking. He mentioned he had done in a dream, so I thought back to see if I had done too. Instead I remembered all the other random-ass dreams that involve me somehow getting hurt or killed or other such random shit. I suppose I did, once, in a dream. S/he was supposed to be killed for something s/he did, and I stepped in and took the fall and was going to be killed instead. I woke up before the death was supposed to happen, but not before I said something to the effect of, "Look, if you want me to go quietly, take me now. Just get it over with."
Two things about this entire question bother me.
One is that...I wouldn't do that. I simply wouldn't. I haven't got the balls to do something like this. This is one of those thoughts that make me a terrible person: No matter who it was, I don't think I'd have the guts to go ahead and jump in front of a bullet for anyone, or take the fall, or anything. I value my well-being too much. I wish I could, truly I do. But I just don't think I would.
Another is that I can't help but think of Gaby and Horatio whenever this question comes up. In the original version, Dave tried to shoot Gaby, but as he pointed the gun, Ray's hand shot up and pressed on the end of the barrel, causing Dave's aim to be thrown off to the side slightly. While Ray ended up with a barely-usable hand, Gaby's life was spared when the bullet barely grazed her arm.
Horatio is the kind of person I've always wanted to be. But I'm not.
I guess...The short of it is, as much as I want to answer yes to this question, I don't think I would.
And that thought depresses me to no end.
Steve's answer really got me thinking. He mentioned he had done in a dream, so I thought back to see if I had done too. Instead I remembered all the other random-ass dreams that involve me somehow getting hurt or killed or other such random shit. I suppose I did, once, in a dream. S/he was supposed to be killed for something s/he did, and I stepped in and took the fall and was going to be killed instead. I woke up before the death was supposed to happen, but not before I said something to the effect of, "Look, if you want me to go quietly, take me now. Just get it over with."
Two things about this entire question bother me.
One is that...I wouldn't do that. I simply wouldn't. I haven't got the balls to do something like this. This is one of those thoughts that make me a terrible person: No matter who it was, I don't think I'd have the guts to go ahead and jump in front of a bullet for anyone, or take the fall, or anything. I value my well-being too much. I wish I could, truly I do. But I just don't think I would.
Another is that I can't help but think of Gaby and Horatio whenever this question comes up. In the original version, Dave tried to shoot Gaby, but as he pointed the gun, Ray's hand shot up and pressed on the end of the barrel, causing Dave's aim to be thrown off to the side slightly. While Ray ended up with a barely-usable hand, Gaby's life was spared when the bullet barely grazed her arm.
Horatio is the kind of person I've always wanted to be. But I'm not.
I guess...The short of it is, as much as I want to answer yes to this question, I don't think I would.
And that thought depresses me to no end.
24.1.08
Survey I Ganked from MySpace.
TEN things you wish you could say to TEN different people right now, don't name the person:
1. I hope you're not serious...I like you, really I do, but not like that.
2. Why the fuck couldn't I talk to you? Jesus Christ, I want to get to know you, and you're already back in Texas.
3. Am I trying too hard? Not enough? Can you even tell? Just tell me, somehow.
4. Whether you believe it or not, I'm good, really. And you can stop beating yourself up over everything and anything - you're not responsible for every little thing that ever happens. So chill, dude.
5. I don't know if I like you like you, but if I do, what d'you reckon?
6. You make me twitch.
7. There are some days I really really really don't like you. Sorry.
8. Why are you marrying her? There must be something there I haven't seen, but...whatever. It's your wedding, and I just had to ask. 'Cause it doesn't look like all fun and games from this perspective.
9. Can we just be close friends? I like you a lot, but just in that way.
10. It may not be my place, but I'm proud of you. I miss you like fucking hell, but you're doing amazingly well for yourself. Keep it up or I'll beat your ass.
NINE things about yourself:
1. Excruciatingly shy.
2. I try to be clever and witty and fail miserably.
3. While I'm not Emo, I'm highly emotional.
4. I speak English, a decent amount of French, some simple Japanese, a few words of Spanish, Italian, German, and Arabic...And Pig Latin and Ubbi Dubbi.
5. I'm more than slightly obsessive.
6. I'm more than slightly paranoid.
7. i speek lolcatz. i can haz treet?
8. I can give a sailor a run for his money, as far as his mouth is concerned.
9. I can give an Alzheimer's patient a run for his money, as far as his memory is concerned.
EIGHT ways to win my heart:
1. Talent. Musical or theatrical or anything involving the performing arts...I'm easy.
2. Fit into my family. I'm not sure I do some days, but if you can meld in easily, you're welcome.
3. Be honest and straightforward, but understand what I say.
4. Be able to cook. 'Cause Lord knows I can't.
5. Have a sense of humour.
6. Act immature on occasion.
7. Be charming...have charisma but don't flaunt it, y'know?
8. Like hockey! Not a big deal, but...I needed an eighth thing.
SEVEN things that cross your mind a lot:
1. I'm emo. But not really.
2. Why the fuck do I procrastinate like I do??
3. Why?
4. I really need to figure out a surefire way to write.
5. How the world sees me.
6. Have mental conversations with other people...y'know, when I make up both sides of the conversation. Yeah.
7. No, really - WHY?
SIX things you wish you never did:
1. That entire conversation I just had.
2. Leave that paper till the last minute.
3. Hesitate.
4. Procrastinate.
5. Think as much as I do.
6. Fucking procrastinate.
FIVE turn offs:
1. Being an asshole.
2. Not driving very well.
3. Not listening.
4. Impatience.
5. Intolerance.
FOUR turn ons:
1. Honesty.
2. Unintentional charisma.
3. Humility.
4. I'm with Stormy here...I likes me mah hair.
THREE words that describe your life:
1. Mental.
2. Bizarre.
3. Introverted.
TWO things you want to do before you die:
1. Act with any of my favourite actors, even if it's just...I dunno. Even if it ends up being just a meeting, I want to be able to say, "I met So-and-so, bitches."
2. Visit Japan and France, and live in South Dakota.
ONE confession:
1. I bore even myself. So best of luck to you.
1. I hope you're not serious...I like you, really I do, but not like that.
2. Why the fuck couldn't I talk to you? Jesus Christ, I want to get to know you, and you're already back in Texas.
3. Am I trying too hard? Not enough? Can you even tell? Just tell me, somehow.
4. Whether you believe it or not, I'm good, really. And you can stop beating yourself up over everything and anything - you're not responsible for every little thing that ever happens. So chill, dude.
5. I don't know if I like you like you, but if I do, what d'you reckon?
6. You make me twitch.
7. There are some days I really really really don't like you. Sorry.
8. Why are you marrying her? There must be something there I haven't seen, but...whatever. It's your wedding, and I just had to ask. 'Cause it doesn't look like all fun and games from this perspective.
9. Can we just be close friends? I like you a lot, but just in that way.
10. It may not be my place, but I'm proud of you. I miss you like fucking hell, but you're doing amazingly well for yourself. Keep it up or I'll beat your ass.
NINE things about yourself:
1. Excruciatingly shy.
2. I try to be clever and witty and fail miserably.
3. While I'm not Emo, I'm highly emotional.
4. I speak English, a decent amount of French, some simple Japanese, a few words of Spanish, Italian, German, and Arabic...And Pig Latin and Ubbi Dubbi.
5. I'm more than slightly obsessive.
6. I'm more than slightly paranoid.
7. i speek lolcatz. i can haz treet?
8. I can give a sailor a run for his money, as far as his mouth is concerned.
9. I can give an Alzheimer's patient a run for his money, as far as his memory is concerned.
EIGHT ways to win my heart:
1. Talent. Musical or theatrical or anything involving the performing arts...I'm easy.
2. Fit into my family. I'm not sure I do some days, but if you can meld in easily, you're welcome.
3. Be honest and straightforward, but understand what I say.
4. Be able to cook. 'Cause Lord knows I can't.
5. Have a sense of humour.
6. Act immature on occasion.
7. Be charming...have charisma but don't flaunt it, y'know?
8. Like hockey! Not a big deal, but...I needed an eighth thing.
SEVEN things that cross your mind a lot:
1. I'm emo. But not really.
2. Why the fuck do I procrastinate like I do??
3. Why?
4. I really need to figure out a surefire way to write.
5. How the world sees me.
6. Have mental conversations with other people...y'know, when I make up both sides of the conversation. Yeah.
7. No, really - WHY?
SIX things you wish you never did:
1. That entire conversation I just had.
2. Leave that paper till the last minute.
3. Hesitate.
4. Procrastinate.
5. Think as much as I do.
6. Fucking procrastinate.
FIVE turn offs:
1. Being an asshole.
2. Not driving very well.
3. Not listening.
4. Impatience.
5. Intolerance.
FOUR turn ons:
1. Honesty.
2. Unintentional charisma.
3. Humility.
4. I'm with Stormy here...I likes me mah hair.
THREE words that describe your life:
1. Mental.
2. Bizarre.
3. Introverted.
TWO things you want to do before you die:
1. Act with any of my favourite actors, even if it's just...I dunno. Even if it ends up being just a meeting, I want to be able to say, "I met So-and-so, bitches."
2. Visit Japan and France, and live in South Dakota.
ONE confession:
1. I bore even myself. So best of luck to you.
17.1.08
Random News
I got a book from Farmer Kroger yesterday - three bucks. Oh snap. I love when they put stuff up on sale randomly, all the crap that doesn't sell. It's "Letters from an Age of Reason," by Nora Hague. Seems promising from the back. I know, I know, don't judge a book by it's cover. But I'm a sucker for cheesy-sounding teen romances. Thank you Stephenie Meyer.
Anyhow, it's basically a Romeo and Juliet story, only not, as far as I can tell. I'm only on page eight so far, simply because I'm been on the damn computer too much. It's the dawn of the Civil War, Juliet's from the north, Romeo from the south, and in order to be together they run off to Victorian London. Ok, so the back of the book tells it better than I do. But that's not unusual.
*shrugs* Just thought I'd share. I'll let you know how it goes.
Anyhow, it's basically a Romeo and Juliet story, only not, as far as I can tell. I'm only on page eight so far, simply because I'm been on the damn computer too much. It's the dawn of the Civil War, Juliet's from the north, Romeo from the south, and in order to be together they run off to Victorian London. Ok, so the back of the book tells it better than I do. But that's not unusual.
*shrugs* Just thought I'd share. I'll let you know how it goes.
15.1.08
The Interesting Stuff from my GJ Profile
User: remusntonks4eva
The Pointless Meanderings of My Mind
...wonder where i'll end up this time...?
Name: Remus Hargreaves-Cullen
Location: Newark, New Jersey, United States
Birthdate: 1989-11-30
Bio: JABBERWOCKY!
Breaking The Habit
Linkin Park
Memories consume
Like opening the wound
I'm picking me apart again
You all assume
I'm safe here in my room
Unless I try to start again
I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
'Cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not alright
So I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight
Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I had no options left again
I dont want to be the one
The battles always choose
'Cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So, I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight
I'll paint it on the walls
'Cause I'm the one at fault
I'll never fight again
And this is how it ends
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
But now I have some clarity
To show you what I mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So, I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
I’m breaking the habit
Tonight
The Pointless Meanderings of My Mind
...wonder where i'll end up this time...?
Name: Remus Hargreaves-Cullen
Location: Newark, New Jersey, United States
Birthdate: 1989-11-30
Bio: JABBERWOCKY!
Breaking The Habit
Linkin Park
Memories consume
Like opening the wound
I'm picking me apart again
You all assume
I'm safe here in my room
Unless I try to start again
I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
'Cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not alright
So I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight
Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I had no options left again
I dont want to be the one
The battles always choose
'Cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So, I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight
I'll paint it on the walls
'Cause I'm the one at fault
I'll never fight again
And this is how it ends
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
But now I have some clarity
To show you what I mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So, I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
I’m breaking the habit
Tonight
Cursive Can Die, As Of Now.
So my other blog is basically going under. Damn. So I'll be putting those entries in here over (hopefully) the next couple days. I say hopefully because I don't know how long GJ will last.
So please bear with me while this is under construction, ok? Thanks.
So please bear with me while this is under construction, ok? Thanks.
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