Interview timez!

[huntersblade]

I was interviewed by Anya.

1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me!"
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will post the answers to the questions (and the questions themselves) on your blog or journal.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When

Comments

[czgoldedition]

I'll answer here since I already replied to one set in my journal.

1. A lot of things. Explore the world, get married, either have children or a mass quantity of rescued pets (or both), make the lives of people around me a little brighter and, most of all, artistically contribute to something beautiful that will be worth remembering long after I'm gone.

2. There are times I have regretted coming to art school, but then I think about everything I would have missed out on and where I could be headed and I can't imagine really having done anything else. Sure, I think I would be more suited to other jobs, but I feel as though I can make a bigger impact on the world as an artist than I could have as a programmer. I also regret not saving money at an early age. From the age of fourteen until the summer before last I always worked a summer job. That's five summers worth of money and I don't have a penny to show for it now, because I'd spend it all on frivolous fun things and going out with friends.

3. Let's see... five years ago, 2004, I was a freshman in high school. I was dating one girl and lusting after another, taking honors chemistry, playing snare in marching band and spending hours after school with Cary practicing quads, a newbie at debate and obsessing over They Might Be Giants with Sylvia. My brother Josh was a senior and I admired him, his friends and their antics. I wore brightly colored bandannas to school every day. I didn't know where my life was headed but I was excited to be in high school and determined to try and be the best at everything.

4. School projects. My real life kind of goes on hold during the semester and I pretty much only get things done for classes.

5. Since money wouldn't be an issue if the world were about to end, I'd go to the airport and get the first flight out to Boston so I could spend the last few hours with you.

[huntersblade]

question 5 isn't a satisfactory answer. If the world was about to end, airports would be deserted because no one would want to be doing their job during the last 12 hours they have alive.

[czgoldedition]

I assumed that not everyone knew the world was about to end. Like, if only me and/or a few other people knew. If everyone knew and deserted their jobs? Well then, fuck. I honestly don't know what I'd do. Maybe call people and say goodbye? There's nothing I would want to do stuck here for the last twelve hours of my life. I might also be prone to just walk outside and aimlessly wander the streets, climb a tree - there's this one really great, climbable looking tree near the Gateway - and sit to contemplate life.

[czgoldedition]

WAIT ACTUALLY - I thought of a better one. I'd find the nearest animal shelter in Baltimore, wander into a room full of cats and cuddle and pet them until the end.