Interview meme from lemonplant nee thelii nee copyduck

01. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
02. I 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 AND REPLY HERE!
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.

1. If you could be ruler of the universe for a day, what would you do and why?
I would issue a global order to stop being silly buggers from my mountain of fairyfloss.

2. What is your ROUTINE in the morning?
Wake up. Glargblaarg. Get yelled at by parental service. Blaaahargh. Stagger to bathroom. Waste time examining split ends. ShitshitI'mlate. Breakfast. Miss bus. Swear.

3. How did you get one of your scars?
It's a tale of woe. I was five, at kindy or preschool or something, and they were playing this game where you roll circular ceramic tiles down a hill and see who reaches the bottom first. Well, somebody's tile reached my head first, and had a chip in it. Blood all over. I'm not actually sure it scarred, because it's under my hair so there's no way to check.

4. If you could invent anything without limitations, what would you invent and why?
A machine that tells me exactly what I ought to do right now step by step, and prods me until I do it.

5. Describe a major experience from when you were seven years old.
I don't remember being seven, I think my personality was put together like a patchwork quilt.

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Bahaha I'm Belgium. code fucked, half-meme deleted. sorry.

Also I'm on my uncles computer so can't screencap, but thanks to Mel and Diana's lengthy and suspicious comment cascade (not that I'm... entirely not to blame, er...), my livejournal message box contains 42 messages.

Yes, we have officially solved the Ultimate Question, folks. Let's all go have tea. Belgian... tea...

Why did I just type liverjournal?

Go on, psychoanalyse me.

I had the oddest dream this morning, as tends to happen when somebody wakes me up and then lets me go back to sleep and then wakes me up again (thanks, dad).

It was a Year twelve school camp, and we were on this huge balcony by the harbour. I was running around trying to plant this tree in a ridiculously small square of fertilizer, and there was this chocolate mud cake that I had to keep reminding people wasn't for planting trees in, because it looked the same. At some point I went over to talk to Zoe - I don't remember what that conversation was about, probably trees. Then Poppy asked me what colour vanilla was (she was eating ice cream).

That kind of melded into a ( legal studies excursion...? )