Pointless Survey Time Hooray!
I saw this in a random person's LJ and thought it was fairly comprehensive, so I stole it. (Man, I love parentheses too much.)
I am: whatever other people see in me - no more, no less. (Same for everyone, really.)
I want: to read, speak, and understand Japanese fluently. (If there's a God in heaven....)
I have: far, far, far too much manga. (Upwards of 100 of the little suckers.)
I wish: that I were pretty. (What, were you expecting something deep?)
I hate: my mother. (More than anything else in all the world.)
I fear: heights, down escalators, spiders, insects.... (I could go on forever.)
I hear: music, sometimes, if the room is quiet enough and I sit still for long enough. (It's really weird. My ears start tingling....)
I search: for a way to get away from my mother. (If you aren't sensing a pattern yet, you will.)
I wonder: what would have happened if I had been popular in elementary school. (I probably would be a prep now. How sad.)
I regret: about 85% of everything I've done. (I regret things I did in grade school; it's ridiculous.)
I love: more people than I ever really say. (But you guys know I love you, right? You guys are great.)
I ache: every time somebody says "emo bands are whiny." (Name an emo band. Go on, I dare you. Here's a hint: "Dashboard Confessional" is a wrong answer.)
I always: play M'dhoria. (It consumes my life. One of my first entries in this LJ, over a year ago, mentions M'dhoria.)
I am not: another mindless, drooling otaku. (Despite what you may have been told....)
I dance: when no one's watching. ("Long Train Running" is my favorite song on DDR.)
I sing: when no one's listening. (And it's a good thing, too.)
I cry: all the time, usually after dealing with my mother. (You would, too.)
I am not always: thinking about Japan. (Sometimes I think about matricide.)
I write: like a retarded Virginia Woolf. (You think I'm kidding. Ask anybody in my English class.)
I win: when no one else is playing. (Most of the time.)
I lose: control of myself all the time. (I fear loss of control; that's why I stay away from drugs and alcohol and sex and fun things in general.)
I confuse: just about everyone that talks to me. (Half of them think I'm a crack-baby.)
I need: someone to commiserate with at all times. (I won't voice an opinion if it's just me who thinks so.)
I should: be working on my English paper. (Seriously. It's due on Monday.)
Yes or no:
Do you keep a diary?: Yes. (You're looking at it.)
Do you like to cook?: Yes. (I always fuck it up, though.)
Do you have a secret you haven't shared with anyone?: No. (I've aired all my dirty laundry by now.)
Do you believe in love?: Yes. (I'll be damned if I know what it is, though.)
Do you...?
Have a crush: Yes. (Constantly. It comes of sexually repressing myself.)
Want to get married: Yes. (One kid might be nice. A son. Yeah.)
Get motion sickness: No. (Not unless I read for, like, hours.)
Think you're a health freak: No. (Hell no; I tried that for, say, a day?)
Get along with your parents: Yes. No. (I love my dad; my mom, I hate.)
Like thunderstorms: No. (I inevitably get caught in them.)
Current:
Hair color: Red. (Made in Sweden.)
Eye color: Brown. (My dad's eyes are blue. Lucky bastard.)
Birthplace: Cincinnati. (Exactly the fuck where I am right now. Christ Hospital, represent. And what the hell does that mean, "current birthplace?" This survey makes no sense.)
Favorite:
Number: Twelve. (It's a nice, round, magic number. Three and seven are nice, too.)
Color: Azure. (Just 'cause I like saying it, but all colors are pretty in their own way.)
Day: Friday. (Aah, Freya's day... Freya is great. Also, TGIF.)
Month: May. (The home stretch before school ends!)
Song: "Stockholm Syndrome" by Muse. (It's the one I identify most with, anyhow. Don't ask.)
Food: Japanese bagel rolls. (But you have to understand that I'll eat just about anything.)
Season: Autumn. (Insects are dead and the weather is mild. What's not to like?)
Sport: DDR. (That's a sport, right? Even though I suck at DDR, too....)
Drink: Milk. (Milk is damn good.)
Preferences:
Cuddle or make-out: Cuddle. (Not that I can exactly answer the other way.)
Chocolate milk or hot chocolate: Chocolate milk. (Mmm, cow-juice.)
Milk, dark, or white chocolate: Milk chocolate. (Is that even a question?)
Vanilla or chocolate: Vanilla. (Bet you saw that one coming.)
In the last 24 hours, have you...?
Cried: No. (For the first time in forever....)
Helped someone: No. (Not significantly; I rarely do.)
Bought something: Yes. (Tsubasa #5 and the first set of CLAMP no Kiseki. I'm a dweeb.)
Gotten sick: No. (I don't get sick; my immune system is just retarded and attacks me.)
Gone to the movies: No. (I hate leaving the house, especially with my family.)
Gone out for dinner: Yes. (Oh, God. Steak&Shake's Frisco Melt. I'm drooling.)
Said "I love you": No. (It seems like forever since I said it last.)
Written a real letter: No. (I hate writing things out by hand.)
Talked to an ex: Yes. (Kind of. It depends on how you define "ex.")
Missed an ex: Yes. (Again, it depends on how you define "ex." Different "ex," though.)
Written in a journal: No. (I think it's been more than 24 hours, but not by much.)
Had a serious talk: Yes. (Sorry, Kate. God, I'm an asshole.)
Missed someone: Yes. (Christie... Patrick... all kinds of people. I miss a lot of people.)
Hugged someone: No. (I'm repressed and unloved.)
Fought with your parents: Yes. (I hate having to clean the litterbox.)
Fought with a friend: Yes. (Again, sorry, Kate.)
Name 5 bands you listen to:
1. The Mars Volta. (Cedric, Omar, I heart you guys.)
2. Ayreon. (Gotta love super-cheesy progressive rock!)
3. The Back Horn. (Kuroi... ooki na kabe wo... c'mon, everybody!)
4. Muse. (It brings back a lot of memories.)
5. My Chemical Romance. (Shut your fucking mouth. I love that band.)
Name 7 things you hate:
1. My mother. (You guessed it....)
2. My brother. (He's so retarded.)
3. Macintosh computers. (The GUI is lame as hell and they don't work with anything.)
4. People who don't bother to use correct spelling and grammar on IM. (It makes you look like a retard, you know.)
5. Being called an otaku. (It's offensive. Goddamn.)
6. Sucking at using my Wacom tablet. (I get so discouraged.)
7. Sucking at drawing in general. (DeviantArt makes me cry every time I go there.)
Would you ever...?
Eat a bug: No. (Eww, that's gross.)
Bungee jump: No. (Urrgh, heights.)
Hang glide: No. (Urrgh, same objection as above!)
Kill someone: No. (I don't have the guts. But if I ever did kill someone, it'd be my mother.)
Kiss someone of the same sex: No. (I hate females.)
Have sex with someone of the same sex: No. (See above.)
Parachute from a plane: No. (What a retarded question!)
Walk on hot coals: Yes. (Sure, why not? I'd walk quickly.)
Go out with someone for their looks: No. (I have to at least pretend I see something in them.)
Go out with someone for their reputation: No. (Unless they had a confirmed reputation for hilarity.)
Be a vegetarian: No. (I love beef. Mmm, cow.)
Wear plaid with stripes: No. (But I think it can be done, and done well.)
IM a stranger: Yes. (But I wouldn't talk to a stranger IRL.)
Sing karaoke: Yes. (Wait, you mean, like, in public?)
Get drunk off your ass: No. (Alcohol smells bad.)
Shoplift: No. (Those beepy things by the door scare me so badly.)
Run a red light: Yes. (I'm careless like that, but it'd be on accident.)
Star in a porn video: No. (That'd be one nasty-ass porn video.)
Dye your hair blue: Yes. (Why not?)
Be on Survivor: No. (What a terrible idea!)
Wear makeup in public: Yes. (I have before.)
Not wear makeup in public: Yes. (It's called "a normal day.")
Cheat on a test: Yes. (I've stored formulas in my calculator before.)
Make someone cry: Yes. (I'm cold and callous.)
Date someone more than 10 years older than you: No. (Unless I was given an exorbitant amount of money.)
Stay up all night: Yes. (I do it a lot, actually.)
I am: whatever other people see in me - no more, no less. (Same for everyone, really.)
I want: to read, speak, and understand Japanese fluently. (If there's a God in heaven....)
I have: far, far, far too much manga. (Upwards of 100 of the little suckers.)
I wish: that I were pretty. (What, were you expecting something deep?)
I hate: my mother. (More than anything else in all the world.)
I fear: heights, down escalators, spiders, insects.... (I could go on forever.)
I hear: music, sometimes, if the room is quiet enough and I sit still for long enough. (It's really weird. My ears start tingling....)
I search: for a way to get away from my mother. (If you aren't sensing a pattern yet, you will.)
I wonder: what would have happened if I had been popular in elementary school. (I probably would be a prep now. How sad.)
I regret: about 85% of everything I've done. (I regret things I did in grade school; it's ridiculous.)
I love: more people than I ever really say. (But you guys know I love you, right? You guys are great.)
I ache: every time somebody says "emo bands are whiny." (Name an emo band. Go on, I dare you. Here's a hint: "Dashboard Confessional" is a wrong answer.)
I always: play M'dhoria. (It consumes my life. One of my first entries in this LJ, over a year ago, mentions M'dhoria.)
I am not: another mindless, drooling otaku. (Despite what you may have been told....)
I dance: when no one's watching. ("Long Train Running" is my favorite song on DDR.)
I sing: when no one's listening. (And it's a good thing, too.)
I cry: all the time, usually after dealing with my mother. (You would, too.)
I am not always: thinking about Japan. (Sometimes I think about matricide.)
I write: like a retarded Virginia Woolf. (You think I'm kidding. Ask anybody in my English class.)
I win: when no one else is playing. (Most of the time.)
I lose: control of myself all the time. (I fear loss of control; that's why I stay away from drugs and alcohol and sex and fun things in general.)
I confuse: just about everyone that talks to me. (Half of them think I'm a crack-baby.)
I need: someone to commiserate with at all times. (I won't voice an opinion if it's just me who thinks so.)
I should: be working on my English paper. (Seriously. It's due on Monday.)
Yes or no:
Do you keep a diary?: Yes. (You're looking at it.)
Do you like to cook?: Yes. (I always fuck it up, though.)
Do you have a secret you haven't shared with anyone?: No. (I've aired all my dirty laundry by now.)
Do you believe in love?: Yes. (I'll be damned if I know what it is, though.)
Do you...?
Have a crush: Yes. (Constantly. It comes of sexually repressing myself.)
Want to get married: Yes. (One kid might be nice. A son. Yeah.)
Get motion sickness: No. (Not unless I read for, like, hours.)
Think you're a health freak: No. (Hell no; I tried that for, say, a day?)
Get along with your parents: Yes. No. (I love my dad; my mom, I hate.)
Like thunderstorms: No. (I inevitably get caught in them.)
Current:
Hair color: Red. (Made in Sweden.)
Eye color: Brown. (My dad's eyes are blue. Lucky bastard.)
Birthplace: Cincinnati. (Exactly the fuck where I am right now. Christ Hospital, represent. And what the hell does that mean, "current birthplace?" This survey makes no sense.)
Favorite:
Number: Twelve. (It's a nice, round, magic number. Three and seven are nice, too.)
Color: Azure. (Just 'cause I like saying it, but all colors are pretty in their own way.)
Day: Friday. (Aah, Freya's day... Freya is great. Also, TGIF.)
Month: May. (The home stretch before school ends!)
Song: "Stockholm Syndrome" by Muse. (It's the one I identify most with, anyhow. Don't ask.)
Food: Japanese bagel rolls. (But you have to understand that I'll eat just about anything.)
Season: Autumn. (Insects are dead and the weather is mild. What's not to like?)
Sport: DDR. (That's a sport, right? Even though I suck at DDR, too....)
Drink: Milk. (Milk is damn good.)
Preferences:
Cuddle or make-out: Cuddle. (Not that I can exactly answer the other way.)
Chocolate milk or hot chocolate: Chocolate milk. (Mmm, cow-juice.)
Milk, dark, or white chocolate: Milk chocolate. (Is that even a question?)
Vanilla or chocolate: Vanilla. (Bet you saw that one coming.)
In the last 24 hours, have you...?
Cried: No. (For the first time in forever....)
Helped someone: No. (Not significantly; I rarely do.)
Bought something: Yes. (Tsubasa #5 and the first set of CLAMP no Kiseki. I'm a dweeb.)
Gotten sick: No. (I don't get sick; my immune system is just retarded and attacks me.)
Gone to the movies: No. (I hate leaving the house, especially with my family.)
Gone out for dinner: Yes. (Oh, God. Steak&Shake's Frisco Melt. I'm drooling.)
Said "I love you": No. (It seems like forever since I said it last.)
Written a real letter: No. (I hate writing things out by hand.)
Talked to an ex: Yes. (Kind of. It depends on how you define "ex.")
Missed an ex: Yes. (Again, it depends on how you define "ex." Different "ex," though.)
Written in a journal: No. (I think it's been more than 24 hours, but not by much.)
Had a serious talk: Yes. (Sorry, Kate. God, I'm an asshole.)
Missed someone: Yes. (Christie... Patrick... all kinds of people. I miss a lot of people.)
Hugged someone: No. (I'm repressed and unloved.)
Fought with your parents: Yes. (I hate having to clean the litterbox.)
Fought with a friend: Yes. (Again, sorry, Kate.)
Name 5 bands you listen to:
1. The Mars Volta. (Cedric, Omar, I heart you guys.)
2. Ayreon. (Gotta love super-cheesy progressive rock!)
3. The Back Horn. (Kuroi... ooki na kabe wo... c'mon, everybody!)
4. Muse. (It brings back a lot of memories.)
5. My Chemical Romance. (Shut your fucking mouth. I love that band.)
Name 7 things you hate:
1. My mother. (You guessed it....)
2. My brother. (He's so retarded.)
3. Macintosh computers. (The GUI is lame as hell and they don't work with anything.)
4. People who don't bother to use correct spelling and grammar on IM. (It makes you look like a retard, you know.)
5. Being called an otaku. (It's offensive. Goddamn.)
6. Sucking at using my Wacom tablet. (I get so discouraged.)
7. Sucking at drawing in general. (DeviantArt makes me cry every time I go there.)
Would you ever...?
Eat a bug: No. (Eww, that's gross.)
Bungee jump: No. (Urrgh, heights.)
Hang glide: No. (Urrgh, same objection as above!)
Kill someone: No. (I don't have the guts. But if I ever did kill someone, it'd be my mother.)
Kiss someone of the same sex: No. (I hate females.)
Have sex with someone of the same sex: No. (See above.)
Parachute from a plane: No. (What a retarded question!)
Walk on hot coals: Yes. (Sure, why not? I'd walk quickly.)
Go out with someone for their looks: No. (I have to at least pretend I see something in them.)
Go out with someone for their reputation: No. (Unless they had a confirmed reputation for hilarity.)
Be a vegetarian: No. (I love beef. Mmm, cow.)
Wear plaid with stripes: No. (But I think it can be done, and done well.)
IM a stranger: Yes. (But I wouldn't talk to a stranger IRL.)
Sing karaoke: Yes. (Wait, you mean, like, in public?)
Get drunk off your ass: No. (Alcohol smells bad.)
Shoplift: No. (Those beepy things by the door scare me so badly.)
Run a red light: Yes. (I'm careless like that, but it'd be on accident.)
Star in a porn video: No. (That'd be one nasty-ass porn video.)
Dye your hair blue: Yes. (Why not?)
Be on Survivor: No. (What a terrible idea!)
Wear makeup in public: Yes. (I have before.)
Not wear makeup in public: Yes. (It's called "a normal day.")
Cheat on a test: Yes. (I've stored formulas in my calculator before.)
Make someone cry: Yes. (I'm cold and callous.)
Date someone more than 10 years older than you: No. (Unless I was given an exorbitant amount of money.)
Stay up all night: Yes. (I do it a lot, actually.)