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rionaleonhart) wrote2006-11-05 03:36 pm
rionaleonhart) wrote2006-11-05 03:36 pm
They Will Never Forget You 'Til Somebody New Comes Along
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freakish_geek, much to my distress, because aaaah facts about myself? There are no facts about myself!:
Write a journal entry for this meme with six random facts about yourself. Then pick six people off your friends list and tag them - no tag backs. These rules should be included in your entry.
1. I am eighteen years old (the legal drinking age in England, not that anyone actually observes that particular law), and in my entire life have consumed fewer units of alcohol than the average fourteen-year-old British boy does in a fortnight (which is apparently about twenty-four). My friends and family are constantly trying to make me drink. My father actually spiked my Coke two days ago. Which is, frankly, bizarre.
2. I have a powerful fear of mosquitoes. If I hear one, I will immediately leap up and stalk around until I have located and destroyed it. As my mother and/or brothers occasionally stay in my room, you can imagine how irritating they find this when they're trying to sleep.
3. I am also deeply afraid of flying. This originates, I suspect, from a slightly unfortunate not-really-an-event on a flight when I was about six:
Pilot: We will be landing at Gatwick in about twenty minutes...
Little Riona: (inexplicably hears this as 'We will be making a crash-landing in about twenty minutes' and spends the next ten minutes in a state of utter, paralysed terror.)
Riona's Mother (becoming slightly concerned by her still, silent, wide-eyed child): Are you all right?
Little Riona: (bursts into tears) I don't want the plane to crash!
4. I hold doors open. All the time. If anyone looks even remotely as if they may be going in the direction of the door I will hold it open, and then I will stay there until there is nobody in sight. I grant everyone else right-of-way. I will occasionally walk around the backs of cars waiting to come out of adjoining streets, rather than walk in front of them, for fear of holding them up. My reasoning is that I generally have no real reason to hurry, so if I grant someone else a few seconds they will be happier and I will be no less so.
5. The reason I have no real reason to hurry is that I absolutely hate being late for anything, and so if I actually have to be somewhere I will always set off obscenely early. This is extremely silly of me, because the place I have to be is often to meet some of my less punctual friends, so it is perfectly normal for me to arrive half an hour early and them to be half an hour late. I don't resent them; it's my own fault for having this daft obsession with Being There On Time.
6. I have now had three dreams in which I have hugged Jeremy Clarkson. Which is, y'know, odd.
BONUS FACT NUMBER SEVEN: I never tag.
(Bonus Fact Number Eight was posted in this entry when I remembered it some time later.)
freakish_geek, much to my distress, because aaaah facts about myself? There are no facts about myself!:Write a journal entry for this meme with six random facts about yourself. Then pick six people off your friends list and tag them - no tag backs. These rules should be included in your entry.
1. I am eighteen years old (the legal drinking age in England, not that anyone actually observes that particular law), and in my entire life have consumed fewer units of alcohol than the average fourteen-year-old British boy does in a fortnight (which is apparently about twenty-four). My friends and family are constantly trying to make me drink. My father actually spiked my Coke two days ago. Which is, frankly, bizarre.
2. I have a powerful fear of mosquitoes. If I hear one, I will immediately leap up and stalk around until I have located and destroyed it. As my mother and/or brothers occasionally stay in my room, you can imagine how irritating they find this when they're trying to sleep.
3. I am also deeply afraid of flying. This originates, I suspect, from a slightly unfortunate not-really-an-event on a flight when I was about six:
Pilot: We will be landing at Gatwick in about twenty minutes...
Little Riona: (inexplicably hears this as 'We will be making a crash-landing in about twenty minutes' and spends the next ten minutes in a state of utter, paralysed terror.)
Riona's Mother (becoming slightly concerned by her still, silent, wide-eyed child): Are you all right?
Little Riona: (bursts into tears) I don't want the plane to crash!
4. I hold doors open. All the time. If anyone looks even remotely as if they may be going in the direction of the door I will hold it open, and then I will stay there until there is nobody in sight. I grant everyone else right-of-way. I will occasionally walk around the backs of cars waiting to come out of adjoining streets, rather than walk in front of them, for fear of holding them up. My reasoning is that I generally have no real reason to hurry, so if I grant someone else a few seconds they will be happier and I will be no less so.
5. The reason I have no real reason to hurry is that I absolutely hate being late for anything, and so if I actually have to be somewhere I will always set off obscenely early. This is extremely silly of me, because the place I have to be is often to meet some of my less punctual friends, so it is perfectly normal for me to arrive half an hour early and them to be half an hour late. I don't resent them; it's my own fault for having this daft obsession with Being There On Time.
6. I have now had three dreams in which I have hugged Jeremy Clarkson. Which is, y'know, odd.
BONUS FACT NUMBER SEVEN: I never tag.
(Bonus Fact Number Eight was posted in this entry when I remembered it some time later.)
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... ultimately, everyone died. Dreams are neat, huh? :D
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CONTINUING WITH THE THEME OF DREAMS OF FICTIONAL CHARACTERS AND EVERYONE DYING, I dreamt that Balamb Garden had been captured by some vague enemy and that Squall, Zell and I were trapped inside it, and we eventually had to commit suicide by casting Holy on ourselves. Cheerful.
I have also dreamt of being eaten by a plastic crocodile. Which is quite a good bizarre one-sentence summary of a dream, but can't hold a candle to