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102. Has anybody ever given you butterflies?
Yeah. But any guy I find really attractive making direct eye contact when I’m least expecting it will do the trick, so…it’s cool. I style it out pretty well. (I don’t)
68. Have your pants ever fallen down in public?
Yes.
24. What are you sitting on right now?
My bed.
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3. When’s the last time you were aggravated and happy at the same time?
I think checking my bank account, actually. Happy because I knew I’d spent the money on stuff that’s worth it and that I didn’t really regret, aggravated because y’know, BROKE STUDENT AGAIN, THIS IS LIKE THE SIXTH TERM THE SIXTH TIME, I PROMISED MYSELF I WOULD NOT LET THIS HAPPEN AGAIN, OKAY? but still, still.
6. Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today?
No, actually. Most of the songs I’ve listened to today have been ones I don’t really attach to anyone.
16. Are you going out of town soon?
Yep. Nowhere new, just back home for a few days to visit when my exams are over.
24. What are you sitting on right now?
My bed. And “sitting” loosely translates here to “lying down, a little propped up by my pillow”.
44. What’s the best part about school?
I’m gonna take this to mean college/university. There are so many things I could list, but I think it all comes down to having some sense of independence and control, but without the full responsibility that being out there as an adult in the real world brings. Like, I’m fully aware I don’t even turn 20 until July and I’m still incredibly dependent on my mum in some ways. But as far as my lifestyle goes, that information doesn’t have to make it’s way back to her.
50. What are you supposed to be doing right now?
Making a sensible breakfast, and getting settled in for a nice long day of revision for my History final. I…am not.
65. Are your toenails painted pink?
Nope. Well, a clear coat with a pinkish tinge, but that’s accidental after I got some red in the bottle.
Dude that dream is intense.
Right?! (I respond to stuff with that that way too often.) I don’t know if I’d classify it as a nightmare, just…y’know when movies are like, clearly horror movies, but they get listed as thrillers? I think that.
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17. When was the last time you cried?
I got a little choked up during Modern Family earlier, if that counts. I usually cry at anything even the slightest bit sad, so I’ve held out pretty well, now I think about it.
28. Do you get a lot of colds?
Yes! That reminds me, I really need to buy some more multivitamins. Maybe not so much colds, more…sniffles. Sniffles, all the time.
35. Did you have a dream last night?
LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THIS DREAM, OKAY. (I’m actually really glad you asked that, because I just remembered and I never really have dreams because my sleeping pattern is awful, so this is weirdly exciting, even though I woke up from it really freaked out. Also, I know the question was “Did you have one?”, not “What was the dream?” but two for one here.)
At the end of my road at home in London, there’s a small grassy area and some really small trees - it’s in the corner where the road curves round in a sort of L shape. I dreamt that I was in my mum’s car, and it was really overcast and dark despite being day time, and she lost control whilst driving and we ran straight into that area. Only instead of grass, there was this…I dunno, a sinkhole? Just this huge, mile-deep chasm. And the fall was taking long enough for me to be pissed I was gonna die, only we landed, but the car was destroyed.
It was pitch-black, and I took my mum’s hand, and we tried to find a way out, but it was just rock and dirt walls, nothing to climb up to (even though the climb was impossible because of how far down we were). So we’re sort of stumbling with our hands out, and suddenly there’s this really dim lighting, like candlelight, and we’re in this replica of our house. We go outside though, and look up, and it’s clear we’re still at the bottom, so we go back in and look around. The interiors are the exact same, but all in candlelight, and it’s crumbling, and worn; like a really good model that you’d make for a school project.
It looks like an old photograph of our house, burnt at the edges and crumpled up and straightened out again, if that makes sense. Either way, it’s creepy as shit, like someone’s been studying it, and devoting their time to rebuilding it for themselves, and we look closer, and all our photos that should be in the living room are there. The actual photos, my baby photos, and it hits us that someone who we’ve let into our real home at some point took them, and this is their place and what they’ve been doing. I’m gripping onto my mum’s arm really tightly at this point, and it’s like we can both sense that it’s a few people, and we’re not the only ones in the house. Like they’re upstairs, because they heard us.
And I woke up then and had to spend five minutes wondering what the fuck was happening, and then darting out of bed to open my curtains to let the sun in, because the dimness of my room was making me so uneasy. That was so much longer than I intended, haha.
39. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?
I’m always thinking about me. Really though, no. I’d like to think so, it’d be nice, but…no.
I take it back; I just stood up really quickly and involuntarily gurgled.
Powering through the nausea because 3/4 a tub of fro-yo on an empty stomach and dancing around to Beyoncé’s Why Don’t You Love Me is worth it.
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