In accordance with slodwick’s decree:

[hackthis_archive]

This time last year I was answering questions about myself. However. I am notoriously cagey and tend to be rather private so, we’re not going to do that again this year. Instead, if you want, I want you to tell me more about yourselves. Anything you want to tell me. It can be about your favorite colour or your favorite singer or your favorite kind of toothpaste. Tell me about your favorite book or your favorite kind of sneaker. Who was the first person you kissed? What’s your favorite city? If you were Supreme Dictator/Il Duce, who would you strand on a desert island? Do you think you’re kinky or is it vanilla all the way? What’s your favorite quote? What's your favorite comic? Who do you want to play poker with after you die? What the hell are we all doing here? Are you into DIY?

Tell me something. Enlighten me.

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[torchthisnow.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm procrastinating and skipping my Classical Mythology lecture today, anyway, and I have a fun story, so!

The first time I got kissed was in 6th grade. I was in the play The Wizard of Oz at the art center in Chicago, and I'd been "dating" this boy named Mike for a couple weeks. He was playing the Tinman, I was playing the Scarecrow.

We were walking up the stairs to get into the wings, because I had to go on and sing one of my stupid little songs in like two minutes, and the stairs were all dark and cobwebby, and right when we got to the top, he just leaned over and kissed me.

I went totally nonverbal and froze up, because I couldn't fucking believe that just happened. The stage manager had to push me out onto the stage, and since Mike was playing the fucking Tinman, I went onstage with a ton of silver facepaint smeared all over my lips and chin instead of the yellow stuff that I was supposed to be wearing.

It's fun, because it's like Wizard of Oz slash, but it's not really.

So, that's something about me. Hee.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm procrastinating and skipping my Classical Mythology lecture today, anyway, and I have a fun story, so!

Dude, Classical Mythology is a good class! That's not the one to skip, save that for something like Econ or Statistics! Having said that though, the story was very cute. Did anybody bring up the make-up transferrance later?

[torchthisnow.livejournal.com]

That's not the one to skip, save that for something like Econ or Statistics!

See, this is why I love being a screenwriting major - I don't have to take classes in either of those. No math for me! And I really LIKE mythology, but I had an excuse to skip - the guitarist for the Yeah Yeah Yeahs was supposed to call for an interview, and he was LATE. Grrr.

And yes, the makeup transference was brought up later. Loudly. By the director. In the dressing room. In the form of yelling at us. Hee.