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[nny]

This is something I've mentioned before, but the thing about me is this - I forget that you don't know me.

I think some people who've been reading this journal a while know me pretty well, by now, because I have a tendency to forget that people watch. I forget how many people are reading the things that I write, and therefore I'm more honest than I might otherwise be. Either that or I'm a rampant egotist, I forget. But when it comes down to it, you only know the things that I remember to tell you, or the things that are on my mind at the time that I come to post.

I assume common knowledge. I assume that you know about my life and my siblings and my mum and dad, because I do. I forget that I haven't told you about my best RL friends, or the fact that I fell downstairs when I was two and broke my head, or my intense dislike of whole tinned tomatoes. So sometimes it surprises me, the questions that people ask me, when we talk.

So here's the time to remedy it, if you want. Is there anything you want to know about me? Obviously I will reserve the right to answer questions in private or not at all, if they make me uncomfortable, but I'm a pretty open person, I think. You're also welcome to post questions anonymously if you want, I don't mind.

So what d'you want to know?

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[halfwest.livejournal.com]

I want to know what happens when you take a Myers-Briggs personality test (http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=16567335035599898597).

Failing that, because it's kind of long, I want to know what kind of milk you drink -- whole, skim, 2%, some other crack milk we don't have in the US.

...anything else I figure will crop up on its own time. I find things work best that way. :)

[villainny.livejournal.com]

*looks at test*

Later, man, okay? XD

As to milk, we share milk as a flat along with butter, bread, tea, and loo roll, and for some reason the default milk seems to be semi-skimmed. It wasn't a conscious choice, just seems to be the one that everyone's parents have always bought.

[bethos.livejournal.com]

Hrm.

What questions would you ask? :-P I suck at these memes.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I like knowing about people's immediate surroundings, actually. When I meet someone, they're not quite real until I know what their bedroom looks like, because then I can visualise them as being somewhere that isn't in the context of me. I don't know if that makes sense, but there ya go. *grins*

[wickedtrue.livejournal.com]

Hm!

What is your favorite type of shoe and most hated shoe? I expect stories!

[villainny.livejournal.com]

*ponders*

I love the brogues I have at the moment, but I'd say that my favourite ever shoes were some that I inherited off auntie Jilly.

Jilly wasn't my auntie, see, but instead was the mum of my best friend Amy Rose. Amy Rose and I used to do ballet lessons, in which I was the token fat one, and then we'd go to her house and watch the A Team and slide down the stairs on a mattress, more often than not. And we'd always run away from our parents, when it came time to go home, so that I could spend the night.

Jilly was glamour, to me. My mum's always been a mum, cuddly and dowdy and lovely but not beautiful. Jilly was glamorous and glittery and went out and had jewellery. She was fascinating, really. And she gave me some jelly shoes, once, with flowers on them. They weren't anything much, really, but they were slightly raised, had tiny heels on them. And more importantly, on the victorian tiled floor of our hallway they clip-clopped and sounded like high heels and made me feel sophisticated. At around six.

Which is... odd. Because my least favourite shoes, now? High heels. Painful bastards.

[manynames.livejournal.com]

What's the first album you ever bought? What's your favourite album?

I like to know these things about people!

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I really don't remember. Lord, that's terrible, isn't it? I remember getting Take That albums, back when all I knew of music was what my friends played me, and I was never particularly interested in it. I remember my mum playing Nirvana and Pearl Jam and Radiohead in the back of the car, and dad playing Leftfield and Portishead. But I think... probably the first album I ever bought was the soundtrack to Batman Forever, which served me pretty well, actually. Nick Cave, the Offspring, PJ Harvey, Flamin' Lips, Michael Hutchence... not that bad a place to start.

Favourite album is more difficult. It depends on any number of factors - my mood, what I've been reading/watching/writing, what I've recently bought. But for sheer amazement value, for weirdness and beauty and the most emotional response I've had to an album, I'd say this one (http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000007T2Z/qid=1121394171/sr=8-3/ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i3_xgl15/104-4565532-8171116?v=glance&s=music&n=507846) by Godspeed You Black Emperor. One of the tracks is used in 28 days later, and wasn't on the soundtrack to my great annoyance.

I can copy it for you, if you want. :-D

(and YAY for excuse to use icon!)

[manynames.livejournal.com]

I'd really like that, if you're sure you don't mind. It sounds really fascinating from the Amazon reviews, the sort of thing that really deserves listening to over and over again.

I love that Batman Forever soundtrack! It's got some amazing artists and songs on there. I'm not sure that I've heard a better soundtrack to standalone from a film.

[shati.livejournal.com]

Who are your best RL friends?

And do you like fresh tomatoes?

[villainny.livejournal.com]

My best RL friends are Tom, who I made a post about a few days ago, and Carrie. Which is weird because I talk to them so very little, and neglect them terribly, but it's like... whenever I come back to them, they're there. And they're who they are. It's not that they don't change, because that would be weird and freaky and wouldn't work for me because I do. They change, but they change in a way that works with me. They're still them, and I love them.

And I love fresh tomatoes, especially cherry tomatoes. So. Damned. Good.

[shati.livejournal.com]

Yeah. *grin* Friends are good. And those kinds of friends are . . . extra-good. <- great wisdom

Now I crave cherry tomatoes. :(

[tropes.livejournal.com]

Tell me about your favorite pair of trousers.

Do you wear your hair up or down?

[villainny.livejournal.com]

My favourite pair of trousers I can't wear any more... have to lose a bit of weight. But they're flourescent orange combats.

Yeah. Seriously.

*grins*

I have no taste.

And I tend to wear my hair up because it is thicker than Dubya, I swear. Ponytails mostly, and plaits when I sleep.

[chains-of-irony.livejournal.com]

What are your parents like? Are they still together? (This is one of the things I like to find out about people, because I used to be pretty sensative about people getting it wrong.)

Also - got my letter yet? I stuck a stamp on it and sent it with a colleague on her way to the post office - I'm not sure whether that was a good idea!

[villainny.livejournal.com]

No letter yet! Woe. *glowers at post*

My parents... my mum's like me but with oodles more confidence. She's so like me that we're either completely getting on brilliantly, or at each others' throats. She's large and blonde and has a tattoo on her arm that she got at 43. She works as a receptionist type in a design firm, in a converted chapel in a graveyard.

Dad's an engineer, basically an aerodynamicist without a degree. He works up near Oxford, so he has an apartment there for weekdays and goes back home for the weekends - yeah, my parents are together, although I confess I think the seperation does them good. They bicker a lot as it is, and the long absences ensures it doesn't develop any further than that. Dad's pretty funny but it takes him forever to get a sentence out, so it takes a while to notice that. He's also too fond of terrible jokes, and is bad at small talk... but good at comfortable silence.