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Combing the Shores of the Collective Conciousness:

Grimmalkin's Memory Box.

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I'm scattered to the four winds, but, I do Memes, so therefore, apparently, I am.

1. What's your song of the moment?
I Blame Hobbit and Bunni, but Air Guitar by The Republic Tigers, and Mr. Hurricane by Beast.

2. What are you wearing at the moment?
A ridiculous black velvet bucket hat, a gray shirt with long black sleeves, underpants, worn out shoes, and mismatching socks. I SHAN'T Discuss the subject of my absent pants. ...Fuck, I'm cold.

3. If you could have a shopping spree anywhere, where would it be?
I haven't the Fuckingest idea. I'm probably going to need more tea by the time this week is through, does the grocery store count?

4. What is your favorite book?
I'm rather fond of my well-worn copy of "Shakespeare's Insults".

5. What's the last place you went on vacation?
What is this thing you call a Vacation? ....Well. There was going back to the Schmidt House last summer and drawing a CRAPLOAD of stuff. That count?

6. What do you drink the most?
I haven't been paying attention. At least I'm still hydrated...more or less.

7. Is there a useless thing that you cannot brace yourself to throw out?
*looks hunted* I...I have a box. One of those silly tupperware things you stick craft materials in or something, Full of random little things. Like, fake cigarettes, and crayons, and two halves of a destroyed clear gel hi-ball that magnifies things when you set them down on surfaces, and...painted stones and incense that I've never burned, and keys that open Nothing, and broken watches, and ring boxes with jewelry in them that I never wear, and a Washcloth with a little sheep on it and a wooden box of worry dolls, and little glass things, and lame hippy glasses and a tarot deck and runestones and a lock of hair and a couple of fake tattoos and stickers and Bones and Marbles and a clay skull and a swiss army knife and little pop-cap candy tins and scented candles and old lighters and a tormented old mannequin and old corny pewter keychains I've had since high school and random things I've picked up off the street and put in my pockets and beach glass and...

....Uhm, yeah. >_>;

8. Who was your first big crush?
*Snrk* Goofy boy from California named Jessie Sword. Only Sixth Grader in my school with Purple Hair. I still remember how it felt when I elbowed my way past him through a crowd as an excuse to touch him without looking interested or creepy. *grins* My awkward, scruffy little prepubescent self was on a wordless, floaty little cloud the rest of the day, that stuff was better than nitrous oxide.

9. What did you want to be when you grew up?
A Truck Driver.

10. What is your favorite place in the world?
Right now, I really, really like walking along the Willamette River where all the old industrial urban decay meets the water, and ferns and moss grow out of concrete walls that once upon a time might have been painted red or gray, and gates and wooden planks squeak at the touch when pushed and stepped on, and dandelions poke out of the rusted, bolted-down bases of huge anchor ties, and the ever changing water levels serve to submerge and uncover drowned forests of old Dock posts, and cormorants roost on the surreal metal and wood structures, and you can play music along the wire fences while enormous loading structures of concrete and steel shutter past your moving vision like a projector as you see it in glimpses through the plastic slats that serve to conceal the view. Run on sentence, but dammit, I don't want to break the vignette.

11. What would you change about the world if you could?
Teleports, Dammit.

12. What color do you like the least?
Salmon Pink.

13. What would you do for a Klondike bar?
What would you do for my Imaginary COCK in your eye?

14. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
The first one uses his well-maintained aura of Mystery as both a front and a fashion accessory, and rocks the hell out of it both ways. The second one would be a genuine force on this planet if life hadn't cleverly mangled and stunted her self-confidence and sense of self-worth.

15. What are you afraid of?
....You know, the fact that things get blurry at night has been worrying me for a while now. That's all that's currently coming to mind at the moment.

16. What's your favorite item of clothing?
Thick green trenchcoat my mother gave me a long time ago.

17. What are you into right now?
Faaar too much, and I'm dropping a lot of balls as a result.

18. What did you do today?
Oh, let's not talk of today. Today damn near killed me...I got given a little treasure though, that I'll put in my box, so that was good.

19. What do you want?
...I kinda want to hide somewhere.

20. What should you be doing right now?

21. What's the meaning behind your LJ username/name/nicknames you go by?
It's a bastardization of the word "Greymalkin", which I remember really liking when I first watched Macbeth. Alas, the Internet had already claimed that, but Grimmalkin was still available. I kinda liked the translation of "Grandmother Cat". The word sounded nice, and I adore the nickname Grimm, it feels comfortable and pleasant to answer to. My real name was apparently my father's fault, and is remarkably common; I suppose mine was a generation where an alarming number of parents wanted to name their daughters after Greek Prophetesses doomed to see the future and never be believed by their peers, because they turned down a Sun God's amorous advances. My middle name was my mother's fault. She tells me 'Joy' Is something I can aspire to. Damn Hippies.

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