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Haven't done one of these meme-survey-like things in a while. Stolen from pirates_damsel.
LAYER ONE:
Name: Raven Joelle Roselynne Azalea Brilhawielwen! Oh, wait, I'm not a Sue. I guess it must be Bethany.
Birth date: April 8, 1985.
Birthplace: Columbus, Ohio.
Current Location: Columbus, Ohio. Clearly I'm of the non-migratory species of coconut.
Eye Color: Deep violet with silver flecks, but they turn a vibrant shade of azure when I'm angry Hazel.
Hair Color: It's kind of undefineable. It's not blond, but not brown either. It's lightish brown with some blond mixed in, I guess.
Height: 5'9." Well, it's really more like 5'8" and three quarters, but who's counting.
Righty or Lefty: Right.
Zodiac Sign: I...haven't the slightest clue.
LAYER TWO:
Your heritage: German and French on my dad's side, and on my mom's side...I don't know. Amish.
The shoes you wore today: I wore my sandals because I'm clinging to the last bit of warm summer weather.
Your weakness: The internet. And junk food.
Your fears: Disease, and my dad's driving.
Goal(s) you'd like to achieve: First and foremost, graduate from college. Preferably in less than six years. :p And after college, I want to get a job that I like, and that I can comfortably support myself on. I would also like to lose ten to twenty pounds.
LAYER THREE:
Your most overused phrase on AIM: I don't have AIM, but on MSN I say the usual suspects a lot...stuff like "OMG!" and "LOL!" and "Totes like whoa!" :p
Your first waking thoughts: "Five more minutes..."
Your best physical feature: I used to think my hair was my best feature, but then I got it all chopped off. My lips aren't too awful, I guess.
Your most missed memory: I honestly can't think of anything at the moment.
LAYER FOUR:
Pepsi or Coke: Pepsi foreverrrrrr.
McDonald's or Burger King: Burger King, I guess, because we never ever go to McDonald's. My dad hates it for some reason. We used to go to Burger King all the time, but then my dad got bad food poisoning there, so we don't go there any more either.
Single or group dates: Neither, really, but if I had to go on one, I would definitely prefer a group date. One-on-one would be waaayyyy too awkward and nervewracking.
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Neither, I hate tea.
Chocolate or vanilla: Moose Tracks!
Cappuccino or coffee: Starbucks is the answer. Who cares what the question is?
LAYER FIVE:
Smoke: Icky and disgusting and stinky. Not to mention DEADLY.
Cuss: I'm often tempted, I admit it. Like when I'm on the road surrounded by the World's Stupidest Drivers or when the idiot refs make a horrendously bad call during a football game, or whenever I'm watching an X-Men flick and Jean Grey is on the screen.
Sing: In the car!
Take a shower everyday: Oh yes, otherwise my hair looks disgusting.
Do you think you've been in love: I know I haven't.
College: Ugh, hate. So far, anyway...we'll see how OSU goes.
Liked high school: Not in particular. It wasn't as stressful as college is, but it definitely wasn't a barrel of good times, either.
Want to get married: Not really. More trouble than it's worth.
Believe in yourself: No.
Get motion sickness: I have on cruise ships, and it is NASTY.
Think you're attractive: Eh, I wouldn't say I'm butt-ugly, but I definitely don't turn heads.
Think you're a health freak: Snarf! No way, although I have been exercising lately and trying to eat more healthily. But no, I still have an uber weakness for junk food.
Get along with your parent(s): For the most part. My mom has a tendency to nag...a lot, but it could be way worse.
Like thunderstorms: No, they keep me up at night, evil things.
Play an instrument: I used to play the piano, but then my mom finally let me quit, thank God.
LAYER SIX:
In the past month...
Drank alcohol: Yes.
Smoked: BLECH. No.
Done a drug: Does ibuprofen count?
Made Out: No.
Gone to the mall?: Yes, I went shopping for back-to-school clothes. My wardrobe needs some major updates.
Eaten sushi: See my answer to "Smoked."
Made homemade cookies: No. Eaten homemade cookies--yes.
Gone skinny dipping: Haha, no.
Dyed your hair: Nope.
Stolen Anything: Of course not.
LAYER SEVEN: Ever...
Played a game that required removal of clothing: Nope.
Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: No.
Been caught "doing something": Uh, no.
Been called a tease: Nope.
Gotten beaten up: Nope.
Shoplifted: No.
LAYER EIGHT:
Age you hope to be married: I don't. But if it were to happen, mid-to-late twenties would probably be the best time. Give me time to live a little first.
Numbers and Names of Children: Zero.
Describe your Dream Wedding: Weddings bore me. :p My hypothetical wedding would have an ultra-short ceremony and a reception with a ton of great food. And, uh, what's up with the random capitalization of Dream Wedding?
How do you want to die: Morbid much?
What did you want to be when you grew up: I used to want to be a vet, then I wanted to be a paleopathologist. Now...I have no idea.
LAYER NINE:
Number of drugs taken illegally: None.
Number of people I could trust with my life: Uh...never really thought about it much. More than one, less than a hundred.
Number of CDs that I own: Oh boy, I don't even know. I tend to forget about them as soon as I load them onto my iPod. :p
Number of piercings: Two--just the one in each ear.
Number of tattoos: Zerooooo. Pain = not good.
Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: Uh...two or three times?
Number of scars on my body: I can only think of one major one--the one in my left foot from where that darn stingray stabbed me a few years ago. At least it wasn't in my chest.
Number of things in my past that I regret: Probably about the same number as most 21-year-olds.
LAYER ONE:
Name: Raven Joelle Roselynne Azalea Brilhawielwen! Oh, wait, I'm not a Sue. I guess it must be Bethany.
Birth date: April 8, 1985.
Birthplace: Columbus, Ohio.
Current Location: Columbus, Ohio. Clearly I'm of the non-migratory species of coconut.
Eye Color: Deep violet with silver flecks, but they turn a vibrant shade of azure when I'm angry Hazel.
Hair Color: It's kind of undefineable. It's not blond, but not brown either. It's lightish brown with some blond mixed in, I guess.
Height: 5'9." Well, it's really more like 5'8" and three quarters, but who's counting.
Righty or Lefty: Right.
Zodiac Sign: I...haven't the slightest clue.
LAYER TWO:
Your heritage: German and French on my dad's side, and on my mom's side...I don't know. Amish.
The shoes you wore today: I wore my sandals because I'm clinging to the last bit of warm summer weather.
Your weakness: The internet. And junk food.
Your fears: Disease, and my dad's driving.
Goal(s) you'd like to achieve: First and foremost, graduate from college. Preferably in less than six years. :p And after college, I want to get a job that I like, and that I can comfortably support myself on. I would also like to lose ten to twenty pounds.
LAYER THREE:
Your most overused phrase on AIM: I don't have AIM, but on MSN I say the usual suspects a lot...stuff like "OMG!" and "LOL!" and "Totes like whoa!" :p
Your first waking thoughts: "Five more minutes..."
Your best physical feature: I used to think my hair was my best feature, but then I got it all chopped off. My lips aren't too awful, I guess.
Your most missed memory: I honestly can't think of anything at the moment.
LAYER FOUR:
Pepsi or Coke: Pepsi foreverrrrrr.
McDonald's or Burger King: Burger King, I guess, because we never ever go to McDonald's. My dad hates it for some reason. We used to go to Burger King all the time, but then my dad got bad food poisoning there, so we don't go there any more either.
Single or group dates: Neither, really, but if I had to go on one, I would definitely prefer a group date. One-on-one would be waaayyyy too awkward and nervewracking.
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Neither, I hate tea.
Chocolate or vanilla: Moose Tracks!
Cappuccino or coffee: Starbucks is the answer. Who cares what the question is?
LAYER FIVE:
Smoke: Icky and disgusting and stinky. Not to mention DEADLY.
Cuss: I'm often tempted, I admit it. Like when I'm on the road surrounded by the World's Stupidest Drivers or when the idiot refs make a horrendously bad call during a football game, or whenever I'm watching an X-Men flick and Jean Grey is on the screen.
Sing: In the car!
Take a shower everyday: Oh yes, otherwise my hair looks disgusting.
Do you think you've been in love: I know I haven't.
College: Ugh, hate. So far, anyway...we'll see how OSU goes.
Liked high school: Not in particular. It wasn't as stressful as college is, but it definitely wasn't a barrel of good times, either.
Want to get married: Not really. More trouble than it's worth.
Believe in yourself: No.
Get motion sickness: I have on cruise ships, and it is NASTY.
Think you're attractive: Eh, I wouldn't say I'm butt-ugly, but I definitely don't turn heads.
Think you're a health freak: Snarf! No way, although I have been exercising lately and trying to eat more healthily. But no, I still have an uber weakness for junk food.
Get along with your parent(s): For the most part. My mom has a tendency to nag...a lot, but it could be way worse.
Like thunderstorms: No, they keep me up at night, evil things.
Play an instrument: I used to play the piano, but then my mom finally let me quit, thank God.
LAYER SIX:
In the past month...
Drank alcohol: Yes.
Smoked: BLECH. No.
Done a drug: Does ibuprofen count?
Made Out: No.
Gone to the mall?: Yes, I went shopping for back-to-school clothes. My wardrobe needs some major updates.
Eaten sushi: See my answer to "Smoked."
Made homemade cookies: No. Eaten homemade cookies--yes.
Gone skinny dipping: Haha, no.
Dyed your hair: Nope.
Stolen Anything: Of course not.
LAYER SEVEN: Ever...
Played a game that required removal of clothing: Nope.
Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: No.
Been caught "doing something": Uh, no.
Been called a tease: Nope.
Gotten beaten up: Nope.
Shoplifted: No.
LAYER EIGHT:
Age you hope to be married: I don't. But if it were to happen, mid-to-late twenties would probably be the best time. Give me time to live a little first.
Numbers and Names of Children: Zero.
Describe your Dream Wedding: Weddings bore me. :p My hypothetical wedding would have an ultra-short ceremony and a reception with a ton of great food. And, uh, what's up with the random capitalization of Dream Wedding?
How do you want to die: Morbid much?
What did you want to be when you grew up: I used to want to be a vet, then I wanted to be a paleopathologist. Now...I have no idea.
LAYER NINE:
Number of drugs taken illegally: None.
Number of people I could trust with my life: Uh...never really thought about it much. More than one, less than a hundred.
Number of CDs that I own: Oh boy, I don't even know. I tend to forget about them as soon as I load them onto my iPod. :p
Number of piercings: Two--just the one in each ear.
Number of tattoos: Zerooooo. Pain = not good.
Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: Uh...two or three times?
Number of scars on my body: I can only think of one major one--the one in my left foot from where that darn stingray stabbed me a few years ago. At least it wasn't in my chest.
Number of things in my past that I regret: Probably about the same number as most 21-year-olds.