1:Talk about the first time you watched your favorite movie.

(Okay, first plan of action: come up with a favourite movie. Much as I love Disney, I can’t really go with them for this… Dang, I feel weird. Not just now, I mean I didn’t even have a movie I liked to see over and over as a kid… That’s what the Pokemon show was for. Umm… Ahaha, I might have to go with The Mask for this, actually. If I remembered Who Framed Roger Rabbit better, I might choose that, but just fun half-nonsensical movies… Problem with that is the first time I saw The Mask, I was probably six, and it was on TV at someones house while my parents and I were there. So I saw part of it and it caught my attention, and I complained so much when we were leaving that they found the channel it was on after we got home so I could finish it. But i don’t really remember how I felt or anything, other than that I liked it. I liked it better when I was older and sat though it all at once, and I have the movie’s version of Cuban Pete for a possible amv idea at some point I mean what?)

5:Talk about the best birthday you’ve had.

(Eleventh. I should say, we’ve never don’t anything really special for birthdays, outside of sleepovers with friends, but that was still fresh from moving, so instead some of my extended family came over, mostly grandparents and my great-uncle. Family is always fun, we play board games and card games, and my uncle got me a leather jacket, because he rides Harleys and stuff, and it was just overall nice. Starting to realise how boring of a person I truly am, jk, jk.)

11:Talk about the best dream you’ve ever had.

(Good dreams are just as nonsensical as nightmares, but one that comes to mind that was really fun: I was Metal Sonic, and apparently good, because I was fighting Eggman and specifically going up against a second Metal Sonic, which was more powerful. In the end, I had to play dead and ended up tricking it into getting close enough to catch it off guard enough to beat, and Sonic and the others were cheering for me, and then I told Eggman how he messed up. And I woke up thinking what an idiot I was, why tell the bad guy what he needed to fix, and hoping he doesn’t come back to get me at some point. :V (Just to say, my dreams fall into three categories: Wandering around, running away from something, or action. I can literally not think of one that doesn’t fall under one of these.))

14:Talk about a vacation.

(Only real vacations I’ve had outside of visiting family would be a couple of trips to Disneyworld, (High influence? Perhaps.) and one trip I had without family to Florida. It was during spring break and my friend at the time (after the first move, much better friend) invited me to go to Florida with another of her friends and her dad. Staying in a trailer near a small beach. It felt a lot like camping, but shopping around, spending time with friends, swimming in the ocean for the first and thus far only time, collecting shells… It was very, very fun, and actually… the first time I was ever introduced to any kind of roleplaying, now that I think about it. All of us liked Naruto, and they already had OCs for verbal roleplaying, and, well, that’s when I made my own. It was something we did when we were hiding out in the trailer, taking a break from the sun or for meals and such. Disneyworld was fun, but that trip was a lot more special.)

19:Talk about something that happened in middle school.

(Middle school, middle school… well, that’s actually when we moved a second time, jumping states from Tennessee to Texas, so… One thing that was nice there was, there was a sort of competition. Like a spelling bee, but it was guessing the definitions of words instead. And I was the only one in class who didn’t miss a single one and got to try for the larger one with people from other classes. I didn’t get far at all, but it was nice, because I randomly guess half the time and use intuition, so it felt good for that to work so well.

…Was also the year I gave teachers beanie babies of their favourite animal. And had my homeroom teacher call the Canadian girl ‘Frenchy’. Was all in jest, but that was a good year, for all that it also marked the beginning of not doing work out of laziness. Namely, essays. Good-but-lazy-as-heck writer didn’t make people happy. Still got a high grade in there, though. I am that smart person people hated in school, seriously.)