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Ten Day Meme - Day Five
15 years ago
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.
Day Ten: One confession.
1. Stopped writing. I'm a writer foremost, not an artist of any ability, and I'm deeply bothered at my current inability to pen down more than a character profile. I used to be able to turn out a short story in under four hours - add realism to characters, believability, and plot. Now it's a challenge to even imagine a character, let along what they might do.
2. Quit Art. I've only ever taken one art class, in high school, and I only scraped a passing mark out of it by dumb luck. I really wish I'd stuck with it, I know I could have improved so much if I had.
3. Introduced my Dad to the whore... I mean his girlfriend. I used to work with her, and thought she would get along with my Dad well, as he'd been alone since my Mom left and they shared common interests. What I didn't expect was for her to sleep with him on their first date, move in less than a month later, and start dictating how -her- house was to be run. Talking to a nineteen year old the same way you'd talk to a ten year old is not acceptable, nor is calling your boyfriend's adult children your "son and daughter."
4. Truth or dare with four friends when you're drunk, single, bisexual, and eighteen is ALWAYS a bad idea. No, I will not expound.
5. A royal row I had with several of my friends in a mall when I was in high school. There was an enormous blow up, much of which was my fault, and I ended up rounding on someone who really hadn't earned the bulk of my frustrations. This led to my making a royal ass of myself on several levels, especially since the offended party ended up accidentally left at the mall after we saw her parents there.
6. Never having truly gotten over my stage fright. I always lock up when singled out on a stage, almost have a heart attack, and immediately want to bolt for a door. If I'm in a group, it's not as bad, but it takes most of my courage not to skedaddle if I'm up there solo.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.
Day Ten: One confession.
1. Stopped writing. I'm a writer foremost, not an artist of any ability, and I'm deeply bothered at my current inability to pen down more than a character profile. I used to be able to turn out a short story in under four hours - add realism to characters, believability, and plot. Now it's a challenge to even imagine a character, let along what they might do.
2. Quit Art. I've only ever taken one art class, in high school, and I only scraped a passing mark out of it by dumb luck. I really wish I'd stuck with it, I know I could have improved so much if I had.
3. Introduced my Dad to the whore... I mean his girlfriend. I used to work with her, and thought she would get along with my Dad well, as he'd been alone since my Mom left and they shared common interests. What I didn't expect was for her to sleep with him on their first date, move in less than a month later, and start dictating how -her- house was to be run. Talking to a nineteen year old the same way you'd talk to a ten year old is not acceptable, nor is calling your boyfriend's adult children your "son and daughter."
4. Truth or dare with four friends when you're drunk, single, bisexual, and eighteen is ALWAYS a bad idea. No, I will not expound.
5. A royal row I had with several of my friends in a mall when I was in high school. There was an enormous blow up, much of which was my fault, and I ended up rounding on someone who really hadn't earned the bulk of my frustrations. This led to my making a royal ass of myself on several levels, especially since the offended party ended up accidentally left at the mall after we saw her parents there.
6. Never having truly gotten over my stage fright. I always lock up when singled out on a stage, almost have a heart attack, and immediately want to bolt for a door. If I'm in a group, it's not as bad, but it takes most of my courage not to skedaddle if I'm up there solo.
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