Who tagged me: Celery, an effigy.

Rule 1 - Post the rules.

Rule 2 - Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post and then make 11 new ones.

Rule 3 - Tag 11 people and link them to your post.

Rule 4 - Let them know you’ve tagged them.

Rule 5 - Sod the rules!!! (Okay, this last one wasn’t really a part of the original rules. I’ll answer questions, but I’m not a huge fan chain letters, and this is too much like a chain letter. Soo, no tagging and shit.)

Questions:

1. Where would you go on your dream vacation?
Machu Picchu, maybe.

2. If you could have dinner with any two (real) people (from history or present time), who would they be?
I would really like to say someone cool and interesting, someone that would also make me seem all cool and shit. But I wouldn’t be able to have any sort of conversation with these people. So I’m going with my grandma and my cat.

3. What would be your ideal job?
Does being paid to exist count?

4. Do you have any irrational fears?
Thinking about this question made me realize I have a lot of actual fears. But I’d probably have to say a)that feeling of something lurking beneath the surface while in the sea and b)zombies.

5. What’s the last book you read?
Reread actually. Monstrous regiment by Sir Terry Pratchett.

6. Do you believe in ghosts?
Not really. I kind of wish I did though.

7. What are you like when you’re ill?
I feel very sorry for myself, basically. I like getting taken care of, I guess. Or you know, have some go to the store for me. I think I suffer in silence, but in reality I probably whine a bit.

8. If you could be a cast member in any given show, which show would it be?
I have no idea… This isn’t exactly one of my dreams, and I can’t think of any show. Or… maybe Father Ted.

9. Who is your favourite character in your favourite book?
Favourite “book”: the Discworld series by Terry Pratchett. Favourite character is Death. I mean, he likes kittens!

10. Do you want to have kids someday?
I’m pretty sure I’d like a family, but if that means kids or dogs, I’m not entirely sure yet.

11. What is your favourite part of yourself?
The pretentious answer: My guitar. And it is a part of me. I have spent more time practicing and making it “my voice” than I have on anything else I could call “part of myself”, intellectually or physically.
The down to earth answer: My teeth. I quite like my teeth.

My thoughts about this little quiz thing:
This quiz thing is basically triggering my main fear at the moment: Life.

“What job do you want? Where do you want to go on vacation? Do you want to have kids? Do you believe in an afterlife?” I DON’T KNOW! It’s all so confusing!

It’s starting to feel like I have a very pushy partner or something. “What are you afraid of? Talk to me!”



This is hilarious! Also, these are the only kinds of questions I would be able to answer on “The Weakest Link”. I’m definitely the Dalek with a wonky wheel.



(Source: wayblackwhen)



So this just happened in one of my classes today. I was tuning the guitars when one of the girls basically starts yelling and pointing. I was scared shitless, to say the least. Then I noticed the tiny spider on the floor behind me. The other girl just got it onto a piece of paper and out the window it went. Dramatic guitar lesson!

Made with Paper

So this just happened in one of my classes today. I was tuning the guitars when one of the girls basically starts yelling and pointing. I was scared shitless, to say the least. Then I noticed the tiny spider on the floor behind me. The other girl just got it onto a piece of paper and out the window it went. Dramatic guitar lesson!

Made with Paper



wbsloan:

NYC#010


A lovely evening with lovely people!



pleatedjeans:

Springtime is here! via

pleatedjeans:

Springtime is here! via



Sunday walk

Sunday walk



The beautiful evening sky tonight! My last night in the wild North.

The beautiful evening sky tonight! My last night in the wild North.



In keeping with yesterday’s alcohol theme, I found these in the local grocery store, who has a surprising selection of beer.