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My uncle once: lead an alcoholic intervention for my grandmother and then became an alcoholic himself.
Never in my life: have I shoved anything up my nose.
When I was five: I thought my bright orange floaties were the coolest thing EVAR!
High School was: full of people I'm very glad to be away from now.
I will never forget: being walked in on during sex. Twice. Oh, wait, three times. Shhh!
I once met: my sister's father.
There's this girl I know who: sleeps in a basement.
Once, at a bar: I ordered a drink and didn't get carded.
By noon I'm usually: rolling out of bed.
Last night: I hung out with people smoking crack.
Next time I go to church I: better be getting paid for it. ("Church" is what we often call the bar I work at, which is really Church Hill.)
Terry Schiavo: was abused for a long time, and even though her death was sad, she didn't need to suffer anymore.
When I turn my head left, I see: pictures on a dresser.
When I turn my head right, I see: a list of Aunt Fredi's kids.
You know I'm lying when: I end a sentence with, "It's true!"
What I miss most about the eighties is: the off-to-the-side ponytails.
If I was a character written by Shakespeare, I'd be: Ophelia. lalalala!
By this time next year: I will be getting rippin' drunk!
A better name for me would be: She Who Likes To Change Her Name A Lot.
I have a hard time understanding: how people can listen to Mike Morello and not want to kill themselves.
If I ever go back to school I'll: *muahahahaha*
You know I like you if: I ask if you wanna make out with me.
If I won an award, the first person I'd thank would be: my mommy, because really, everything I do is because she's wonderful.
Darwin, Mozart, Slim Pickens, and Geraldine Ferraro: really should've chosen better names for themselves.
Take my advice, never: take Amber's advice.
My ideal breakfast is: PANCAKES! multivitamin.
A song I love, but do not have is: "The Thunder Rolls" by Garth Brooks, my guilty pleasure, the only country song I like. (Ok, I kinda like "Friends in Low Places" too.)
If you visit my hometown, I suggest: you play hopscotch on 59.
Tulips, character flaws, microchips, and track stars: have absolutely nothing in common.
Why won't anyone: steal street signs with me?
If you spend the night at my house, don't: piss my cat off or wake me up early.
I'd stop my wedding for: the chance to elope.
The world could do without: mosquitoes.
I'd rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: almost nothing.
My favorite blonde is: Jessica (nodoubtgrrlie)!
Paper clips are more useful than: triceratops for holding papers together.
If I do anything well, it's: sleep and give blowjobs.
The last time I was drunk, I: kinda got a little queasy and fell asleep next to the toilet. (Not the first time.)
1) Total number of films I own on DVD/video:
3. That's it. No more, no less. Just 3. Two of which I sorta jacked from Lucas' old roomie, Aaron, and one was given to me. I'm a cheap bastard, what can I say?
2)The last film I bought:
Um.
3) The last film I watched:
I watched like 15 minutes of The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring earlier today. I watched some of What Dreams May Come a few nights ago. I have this weird thing where after I've seen a movie I'll just fast-forward through it and only watch the parts I like. Sometimes I watch one part over and over and over and over. It's a little strange because I also sorta imagine that I am the characters and I memorize the dialogue and whoa I'm already giving you WAY too much information.
4) Five films that I watch a lot or that mean a lot to me:
Easy as pie!
What Dreams May Come because I'm some kind of sadistic weirdo who likes to have her heart ripped out every time she watches this movie. And because I LOVE the effects and the ideas of Heaven and Hell and all the love and the hardship and how even Katie ends up in Heaven with everyone at the end and oh! I'm getting teary just thinking about it.
The Hours and I can't really explain why. I mean, it's not that I don't want to. It's that I can't explain how it makes me feel. But it stirs something inside me and I can't help but be drawn to it.
The Little Mermaid is like my childhood in movie form. Except my father didn't carry a trident thingie. And I wasn't a mermaid and I didn't have bright hair. But! I totally used to sing into my oscillating fan and I totally thought it made me sound JUST like Ariel. (I was a severely disillusioned kid.) Plus, that song that Usula sings is GOLD! Pure gold!
The men up there don't like a lot of blabber
They think a girl who gossips is a bore!
Yes, on land it's much prefered for ladies not to say a word
And after all dear, what is idle travel for?
Come on, they're not all that impressed with conversation
True gentlemen avoid it when they can
But they dote and swoon and fawn
On a lady who's withdrawn
It's she who holds her tongue who gets her man
TOTALLY the message to be sending to young girls! :)
Who Stole the Baby? was a movie my family started to make when I was about 3 months old. Starring: Yours Truly! My breakout role as The Baby! The movie was never finished, but the beginning is pretty hysterical to watch. God knows where it is now though.
Ok, I have to lump 2 movies into this last one:
Willow and Lassie's Rescue Rangers because the first time Ruth (lush_us) got stoned we watched them (sorta) and she COULD NOT stop laughing at Elora's red curly hair (which she later discovered isn't so funny when you're sober) and the dog barking on Lassie's Rescue Rangers.