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1. Have you ever been given a gift that made you cry? If so, what and why; if not, what's the best gift you've ever received?
I don't recall it making me cry, but my parents and sister arranged to get BNL concert tickets for my tenth birthday. The concert was ON my birthday, it was at Millett Hall, and my sister was going to Miami at the time so she got third-row seats(!). And I only knew the concert was happening at all 'cause there was a sign about it at the Taft... less than a week beforehand. Best. Present. EVER.

2. If you could have one piece of jewelry given to you, regardless of cost, but you couldn't resell it or give it away--what would it be?
...Something with massive amounts of opals involved, knowing me. 'S my birthstone and I positively love the things besides.

3. You're standing alone, in the rain, by the side of the road somewhere in California. How (plausibly) did you get there?
There was visiting of people, a concert, or possibly (probably) both involved. The vehicle-of-choice broke down, and I'm trying to get someone to stop and help us, as the one cell phone we had along got smashed in a fit of rage on its owner's part. (With any luck I'm better prepared than I was when the bus broke down on the way home from Detroit and have a towel along. XD)

4. What's your favourite word?
Ah, one of the difficult questions. I'm not sure I have one in particluar, but "onomatopoeia" is certainly up there (bonus points due to being a way-cool song). If I were to sit down and think about it I could prolly list tons of the things. (Hey, I'm listing words now! in a manner of speaking.)

5. If you had one million dollars that had to be given away to only one person, who would you give it to?
Well... the one-person bit would seem to eliminate things like the capital-imporvements fund for school ('cause we NEED them, dammit!) and random charities. ::thinks a bit::
At the moment, prolly one of my parents' friends. She had cancer last year (the year before?) and got over that and now it's back and she may not pull through this time and, and, just. Have volunteered pro-bono babysitting services should they need 'em. (Dude. The girl's five and a half. Just.)

Parents accusing me of talking to plants in the yard. I do no such thing, as least not that I'm aware of. Dad says I should figure out what the expletive it is. Am wondering if Crowley!gardening would henceforth be possible... (Will be sure to let y'all know if I figure it out.)
ATTN: Twig, Princess Grace, and any other people from school who might happen through - I am likely to post Kairos spoilers when I get back on Thursday. I will be sure to mark them as such and take it on trust that you won't open them till after you've gone.
(ETA: afrai, if you still don't have your mail next Saturday let me know and I'll prepare another go.
And Moony? [livejournal.com profile] kurtaholics and [livejournal.com profile] fuzzy_bluelf. Have been goofing with friendsfriends, so it might be you already, but still. Thought you'd like to know if you didn't.)

Date: 2003-06-06 06:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] twitchycat.livejournal.com
I hate to admit it, but I belong to the Crowley school of plant management. Did you ever read that Calvin and Hobbes strip where Calvin is taunting the flowers with a watering can? That's me. I yell at them, I threaten them, I try to play their affections off one another. Russian accents especially seem to work, although I have no idea why. Crowley is onto something when it comes to plants, I'm telling you.

Also, the whole "talking to plants" thing seems to scare the neighbors. That's always a bonus :)
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