Ze interview meme:
01- Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
02- I will respond by asking you five questions of a very intimate and creepily personal nature. Or not so creepy/personal.
03- You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
04- You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
05- When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions
As asked by misscam:
1. What's your icon about?
It's Ophelia by John Everett Millais. All because I couldn't get Paul Steck's to look good in an icon.
2. What one class in school do you wish you'd paid attention to now?
I paid attention to all my classes, I was a geek. And the ones I didn't care about then, I still don't. If I can pick college classes, then it would have to be miss Lavagna's English Grammar II. It was painful slow death. Even though I did really well in my exams, I still feel a bit guilty for not listening to her about 70% of the time, because she was the sweetest person. Still, the classes... argh. I wrote Trinity/Morpheus fic to keep me from going insane in her periods. One of my classmates finished the Odissey.
3. What's the one thing that makes you go 'aww' without fail?
My insanely beautiful, intelligent, adorable baby sister Lucía.
My cat, because I'm predictable like that. Even though she's the antichrist and she ate my university diploma (yeah, really).
4. What's the yuckiest thing you've found in your soup?
I wish I could say something disgustingly interesting like a bloody bandage or half an ear, but I think the most exotic thing I've ever found in my soup was a gorse shieldbug (Piezodorus-lituratus, we just called them "chinches verdes"), the most disgusting insect ever. I grew up in the country, and they were everywhere. Especially in your shoes in the morning. And inside your gloves. And in the vegetables. And when you squashed them, their little corpses smelled for hours. Yuck.
My godmother once found a fingertip in her ham, though. Really. I guess that was enough yuck for the whole family.
5. What would you never wear, even on the pain of death?
I cherish my warmth too much to refuse to wear something. Really, if I'm cold (that is to say, 90% of the time, even in the summer) I will wear anything. I'm the kind of person who eats an icecream, starts shaking and gets blue lips in three seconds. If it's a Bush shirt, I guess I'll just have to wear it inside out or something. And never let it touch my skin.
So, I guess I'm going to have to tell my invisible friend to comment if he wants to be interviewed. :)