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Annnnd stolen from Courtney:
If I were a month I would be: October
If I were a day of the week I would be: Thursday
If I were a time of day I would be: 11:11
If I were a planet I would be: Saturn
If I were an insect I would be: a cricket
If I were a direction I would be: North-north-east
If I were a flower/plant, I would be: a water lilly, or a lotus
If I were a kind of weather, I would be: a warm summer evening
If I were a musical instrument, I would be: an electric violin
If I were a color, I would be: lime green
If I were an emotion, I would be: Enthusiastic
If I were an element, I would be: Water
If I were a song, I would be: Into Dust by Mazzy Star
If I were a movie, I would be directed by: Baz Luhrmann
If I were a book, I would be written by: Arthur Goldstein
If I were a place, I would be: a chain of mountains or hills
If I were a scent, I would be: lemon and sugar
If I were a religion, I would be: non-denominational
If I were a word, I would be: Parapluie
If I were a subject in school, I would be: photography
If I were a cartoon character, I would be: Miffie
If I were a shape, I would be: a swirl
If I were a number, I would be: six
I send out my congratulations to Sven, Rizzla and the rest of The Local Gethighs for a rockin' preformance at the sketchy El Mocambo, even if Eighties, Crackhead, Chuck, Mat and others nearly tore down the place in a five person mosh pit. What an opening with Jungle, I thought I was going to pass out if it wasn't for the fear of being trampled by a sweaty guy sans shirt. Corpse wasn't nearly as bad as Rizzla or Sven made it out to be, but I was waiting for Rizzla's kick-ass drum solo (which didn't make an appearance). By the end of the night, Mir was wearing a BK crown, Mat was carried home, Spencer was kicked out, Shane (2)almost lost his camera (which would've found a nice living space in my room), Chuck hurt his wrist, the employees at the El Mocambo were disgruntled (and probably had some hostile feelings to the Gethighs and it's fans) and we were all covered in a light to medium sheen. All in all, a great night. I was smiling all on my walk home from the station.
I've been reduced to a giddy schoolgirl, and happily blame it on a certain someone who has disapeared in to the woods, probably doing some manly sports or building something. I can't wait till after the long weekend.
If I were a month I would be: October
If I were a day of the week I would be: Thursday
If I were a time of day I would be: 11:11
If I were a planet I would be: Saturn
If I were an insect I would be: a cricket
If I were a direction I would be: North-north-east
If I were a flower/plant, I would be: a water lilly, or a lotus
If I were a kind of weather, I would be: a warm summer evening
If I were a musical instrument, I would be: an electric violin
If I were a color, I would be: lime green
If I were an emotion, I would be: Enthusiastic
If I were an element, I would be: Water
If I were a song, I would be: Into Dust by Mazzy Star
If I were a movie, I would be directed by: Baz Luhrmann
If I were a book, I would be written by: Arthur Goldstein
If I were a place, I would be: a chain of mountains or hills
If I were a scent, I would be: lemon and sugar
If I were a religion, I would be: non-denominational
If I were a word, I would be: Parapluie
If I were a subject in school, I would be: photography
If I were a cartoon character, I would be: Miffie
If I were a shape, I would be: a swirl
If I were a number, I would be: six
I send out my congratulations to Sven, Rizzla and the rest of The Local Gethighs for a rockin' preformance at the sketchy El Mocambo, even if Eighties, Crackhead, Chuck, Mat and others nearly tore down the place in a five person mosh pit. What an opening with Jungle, I thought I was going to pass out if it wasn't for the fear of being trampled by a sweaty guy sans shirt. Corpse wasn't nearly as bad as Rizzla or Sven made it out to be, but I was waiting for Rizzla's kick-ass drum solo (which didn't make an appearance). By the end of the night, Mir was wearing a BK crown, Mat was carried home, Spencer was kicked out, Shane (2)almost lost his camera (which would've found a nice living space in my room), Chuck hurt his wrist, the employees at the El Mocambo were disgruntled (and probably had some hostile feelings to the Gethighs and it's fans) and we were all covered in a light to medium sheen. All in all, a great night. I was smiling all on my walk home from the station.
I've been reduced to a giddy schoolgirl, and happily blame it on a certain someone who has disapeared in to the woods, probably doing some manly sports or building something. I can't wait till after the long weekend.