Showing posts with label meme. Show all posts
Showing posts with label meme. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

My ideal...

So I haven't written here in a while (at least it feels that way), so I was thinking maybe I should make a meme. It's just a random, learn-more-about-other-bloggers type thing, so let's see how it goes...

Rules: if you're tagged, make sure to add one more ideal "thing" to the list, besides the items that are already there. So if I was just tagged for this meme, with the current list, I might add "vacation" or "day at school." Be as descriptive and random and silly as you want. This is a meme about you, so make sure to show your true self with your answers. :]

My ideal...

Snack: chocolate chip cookies! :]

Day: fun, hanging out with friends (sigh), reading for at least three hours (consecutively!), and very windy and sunny. Or rainy.

Book: just look up The Goose Girl by Shannon Hale.

Friend: honest, funny, speaks English fluently (I've taken this for granted), dependable, genuine.

So...I guess I'll just tag one person, so this meme won't "run out" too fast, I guess. And the *lucky* person is... Q! Have at it, and enjoy (at least, I hope you do). :)

Sunday, September 7, 2008

I've seen this floating around, so...

I am: a procrastinator.
I know: very little.
I have: a school uniform.
I wish: I wasn't so sad.
I hate: shallowness.
I miss: feeling like I belong.
I fear: many things.
I feel: like I have very little time for anything.
I hear: the tick-tock of the clock.
I smell: like Vietnamese food (just had some for lunch - at least it was different than Korean...)
I crave: a good, juicy cheeseburger.
I search: for friendship.
I wonder: what is my purpose?
I regret: past decisions.
I love: love.
I am not: content.
I believe: in God.
I dance: hardly.
I sing: when I want to.
I cry: because I'm human.
I don't always: know what's going on.
I fight: my emotions, but they always win.
I write: horribly.
I win: when I'm lucky.
I lose: when I'm unlucky.
I never: will be a teacher.
I always: feel tired.
I confuse: myself.
I listen: to people's troubles, even when they won't listen to mine...
I can usually be found: sitting somewhere, staring off into space, thinking about nothing in general.
I am scared: that I won't be accepted.
I need: more books.
I am happy about: the fact that it's the weekend.
I imagine: what it's like to be free.