Stupid meme thing.

1. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
2. Am I loveable?
3. How long have you known me?
4. When and how did we first meet?
5. What was your first impression?
6. Do you still think that way about me now?
7. What do you think my weakness is?
8. Do you think I'll get married?
9. What makes me happy?
10. What makes me sad?
11. What reminds you of me?
12. If you could give me anything what would it be?
13. How well do you know me?
14. When's the last time you saw me?
15. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
16. Do you think I could kill someone?
17. Describe me in one word.
18. Do you think our friendship is getting stronger/weaker/or staying the same?
19. Do you feel that you could talk to me about anything and I would listen?
20. Are you going to put this on your livejournal and see what I say about you?

Why do I like these dumbass quizzes so much?

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Really hope today isn't going to suck as much as Sundays always do... there was a time when Sundays sometimes involved anything at all, wasn't there? Even if it was only a few weeks, there was a time when Sunday was more than sleep late, do homework, sit around at the computer and try not to scream from the sheer boredom of it all.

And it wasn't all that long ago. When Sundays began their downward slide early this fall, they sucked in ways that would send me out of the house, to the swings or to the Jacobys, and I'd swing or walk around or just lie on the couch in their living room and read or stare off into space. But they've kept on sucking more and more until now we have Sundays in which everyone stays in their respective homes and does schoolwork, and I get so bored that I space out into a depression that doesn't let me do work or even write; by seven o'clock I'm done trying to find excuses to stay awake for the day when I've spent the last eight hours failing to write. And then I go to bed.

So then I start my Mondays with both too much and not enough sleep, and a very crappy day behind them, thus turning Mondays into Tuesdays and Tuesdays into some black hole of crappy scheduling that my mood swings can't even hold for any period of time, which is why I tend to get so illogically happy on Wednesdays--they're practically Thursdays for me.

After the mundane things I do have to do this Sunday, I must find something to do. If it's possible, which it may well not be with the whole house-hopping business.

-Claudia

Something to ponder...

Concept brought up on Autumn Edows' LJ:

We think we have high standards. We really merely have low expectations.

Think about it.

(And three guesses as to where my thoughts went. First two don't count.)

-Claudia