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bliumchik...and some of you may have forgotten who the hell I am. This meme is going round my flist:
You know how sometimes people on your friendslist post about stuff going on in their life, and all of a sudden you think "Wait a minute? Since when were they working THERE? Since when were they dating HIM/HER? Since when???" And then you wonder how you could have missed all that seemingly pretty standard information, but somehow you feel too ashamed to ask for clarification because it seems like info you should already know? It happens to all of us sometimes.
Please copy the topics below, erase my answers and put yours in their place, and then post it in your journal! Please elaborate on the questions that would benefit from elaboration. One-word answers seldom help anyone out.
Now, I'm a weird one who can ramble forever about some stuff and volunteer personal information at length while completely sober, yet apparently completely random topics will make me cringe and hide unless somebody has specifically asked me a specific question about them. And also I'm not very good at being able to tell what bits are the need-to-know bits. So the meme is slightly altered: I'm going to write some stuff, idk, and if there is anything missing that you're curious about you may ask me in the comments.
NAME
Margarita. Yeah. The trouble with this name is that while it sounds lovely in Russian, the Australian accent (and the American one, which people tend to tell me I have for some reason) mangle it horribly and it sounds like a pizza. Hence I go by nicknames. It's mostly anglicised as Margaret anyway. In third grade I was Mary, then Meg. My year six teacher called me Maggie, and a few years later I decided I liked it, so now everybody calls me that. Sometimes I think wistfully of Margot, but at this point nobody would buy it. I sign things with my initials :P
AGE
20. I forget sometimes. I kind of wanted all my shit to be together by my twentieth birthday, whereupon I would get a tattoo, but... my six-month hibernation kind of... happened. It's cool, there's always 21!
LOCATION
Sydney, Australia. I fucking love my city. I really do. I think it is grate. Now, I have actually never lived anywhere else for longer than a few months while being older than three, so it's not the most informed judgement, but fuck that shit. SYDNEY!
OCCUPATION
Semi-professional slacker *cough* I tutor online, which is about as much teaching as I ever want to do. No face time, yay! No travel time or dress code either, so it's a pretty awesome job as it goes, but I can never guarantee hours, so i'll need something steadier before I can move out of my parents' house. This summer, though, I want to focus on trying to build experience in a couple ofnnon-starving-artist areas, so I'm looking at a few internships and things. I may just end up emailing Relevant People at theatre companies or publishing houses all O HAI YOU GUYS NEED A SPARE PAIR OF HANDS OR SOMETHING only more eloquent-like, cos I'm a writer and shit. Yeah.
PARTNER
I have come to the conclusion (based on my vaaaast experience of, oh, ALL OF TWO) that I need to stop dating people who are so similar to me in such crucial areas such as, you know, Taking Initiative, and Dealing With People, and whatnot. Complementary issues probably make for more successful relationships. This could be problematic in that people like me are the ones that have so far expressed interest, probably because people like me seem less intimidating to... people like me. Yeah. Eh, I'm not actually too worried. Shit will happen, or it won't. I tend to obsess over romantic stuff which is more or less out of my control in order to avoid thinking about other things which I could, atcually, just sort of HANDLE, but don't want to. And I'm trying to stop that, relax a bit. Hopefully it is working.
KIDS
I have no strong preferences on the subject. I am terrified of turning into my mother, so it's not something I'd approach lightly, but on the other hand it would be awesome to Do It Right. I would not be hugely put out if it never happened for me, but if it did I would roll with it. So in other words it is almost entirely dependant on whether or not I ever end up cohabitating with somebody who really wants kids.
SIBLINGS
My little brother is six. He was a kind of semi-accidental procrastination kid, in that my parents sort of always meant to have another one but never got around to it what with all the immigration and further education and house upgrading and whatnot. Then they were like o hai we should have a kid, but after a while they figured it was too late and gave up. Then BAM along comes Timmy. He's a bit of a brat at the moment because my mother is really quite terrible at discipline, but sweet. I have high hopes for him turning into a human being at some point in the future.
PETS
One elderly cat, obtained from a friend of my mother's who lived in the blue mountains with sixteen of them when I was five. I named it Tommy, after Pippi Longstocking's sidekick. Then we took him to the vet, who said "Well, she's perfectly healthy!" whereupon we all went "...she?" and I, with the classic imagination of a little kid, just changed the name to Toma. She's a testament to the old cliche of pets being like their owners - she's a twitchy skinny hermit who secretly loves pettings. She was an apartment cat for the eight years before we moved to a townhouse with a yard, but has taken to trees and shit with gusto and has brought us no less than three small dead things (sadly ignores spiders).
THREE TO FIVE THINGS IN MY LIFE
This is a poorly timed section. I'm freewheeling at the moment, term has ended so I can't go into the drama society or the writers' society, but holidays have barely started so all I have accomplished is not sleeping enough. IDK, stuff. I dropped guitar during the foggy period, and haven't been to Escrima in a few months. I should catch up on all that.
PARENTS
My dad is awesome. He's practical and patient and I lol at his dad jokes. I get my introvert tendencies from him, the wish to just hole up in some sort of batcave and play solitaire for a while so my brain can cool down. He spent much of his youth climbing mountains with his engineering buddies, which I admire like hell and wish to emulate (aside from the engineering buddies, I mostly know arts people and computer scientists :P). He has that particular late-eighties moustache (one time he grew a beard. it was hilarious) and cooks awesomely provided what he is cooking contains potatoes and/or lots of oil.
My mum is waaay too similar to me for comfort, she is very sensitive and not very good at doing useful things and procrastinates ridiculously. She also has a tendency to fly off the handle at minor things because she's let frustration build up - it's like she doesn't get angry at specific things, she gets angry at the universe, and given an outlet will pour out all of that anger on any one part of said universe. The little glass inlay in our door is currently duct taped together after her latest fit. Also she pretty much never follows through on promises or threats unless she feels like it, so I've gotten a little too used to ignoring her. It's sad because she loves us really, she just gets insecure about everything. She's like the lower middle class version of that feisty Russian diva that wants you to keep her in the style to which she has become accustomed or she will throw vases at you. Anyway, enough ragging on my mum - hey, she works a tiring job and makes sure we all have doctor's appointments and stuff. Also she buys me clothes on impulse, but usually they are kind of ugly so that is a bit of a mixed blessing.
CLOSE FRIENDS
Werll. I have a bit of a phobia in re actually talking about my friendships and whatnot, because I sort of... didn't have any for a few years near the end of primary school. This was partly my fault for forgetting that I could in fact have friends outside of school... the thing is, that was where I spent most of my social time, I didn't really DO anything else, and for three in a row after moving to a new school I made exactly one friend, who then left for a different school. And then all the other nerds in my grade, who I was not exactly friends with but probably could have been, left for the special smart kids class at a different school in the area, which nobody informed either me or my parents was an option. Also around that time the friends I'd made through my parents bringing me along when hanging with other Russian people, and who were mostly older, moved on to high school. So I just sort of... gave up. And hence kind of missed a crucial portion of childhood socialisation and then spent most of high school catching up. Anyway, I still feel kind of cringey talking about friendy shit, so just. If I choose to hang out with you, clearly I think you're awesome? \o/
lol feel free to comment with ???s if I am talking about someone and you are like who is that and where do you know them from/why are they doing that/can you set us up XD
You know how sometimes people on your friendslist post about stuff going on in their life, and all of a sudden you think "Wait a minute? Since when were they working THERE? Since when were they dating HIM/HER? Since when???" And then you wonder how you could have missed all that seemingly pretty standard information, but somehow you feel too ashamed to ask for clarification because it seems like info you should already know? It happens to all of us sometimes.
Please copy the topics below, erase my answers and put yours in their place, and then post it in your journal! Please elaborate on the questions that would benefit from elaboration. One-word answers seldom help anyone out.
Now, I'm a weird one who can ramble forever about some stuff and volunteer personal information at length while completely sober, yet apparently completely random topics will make me cringe and hide unless somebody has specifically asked me a specific question about them. And also I'm not very good at being able to tell what bits are the need-to-know bits. So the meme is slightly altered: I'm going to write some stuff, idk, and if there is anything missing that you're curious about you may ask me in the comments.
NAME
Margarita. Yeah. The trouble with this name is that while it sounds lovely in Russian, the Australian accent (and the American one, which people tend to tell me I have for some reason) mangle it horribly and it sounds like a pizza. Hence I go by nicknames. It's mostly anglicised as Margaret anyway. In third grade I was Mary, then Meg. My year six teacher called me Maggie, and a few years later I decided I liked it, so now everybody calls me that. Sometimes I think wistfully of Margot, but at this point nobody would buy it. I sign things with my initials :P
AGE
20. I forget sometimes. I kind of wanted all my shit to be together by my twentieth birthday, whereupon I would get a tattoo, but... my six-month hibernation kind of... happened. It's cool, there's always 21!
LOCATION
Sydney, Australia. I fucking love my city. I really do. I think it is grate. Now, I have actually never lived anywhere else for longer than a few months while being older than three, so it's not the most informed judgement, but fuck that shit. SYDNEY!
OCCUPATION
PARTNER
I have come to the conclusion (based on my vaaaast experience of, oh, ALL OF TWO) that I need to stop dating people who are so similar to me in such crucial areas such as, you know, Taking Initiative, and Dealing With People, and whatnot. Complementary issues probably make for more successful relationships. This could be problematic in that people like me are the ones that have so far expressed interest, probably because people like me seem less intimidating to... people like me. Yeah. Eh, I'm not actually too worried. Shit will happen, or it won't. I tend to obsess over romantic stuff which is more or less out of my control in order to avoid thinking about other things which I could, atcually, just sort of HANDLE, but don't want to. And I'm trying to stop that, relax a bit. Hopefully it is working.
KIDS
I have no strong preferences on the subject. I am terrified of turning into my mother, so it's not something I'd approach lightly, but on the other hand it would be awesome to Do It Right. I would not be hugely put out if it never happened for me, but if it did I would roll with it. So in other words it is almost entirely dependant on whether or not I ever end up cohabitating with somebody who really wants kids.
SIBLINGS
My little brother is six. He was a kind of semi-accidental procrastination kid, in that my parents sort of always meant to have another one but never got around to it what with all the immigration and further education and house upgrading and whatnot. Then they were like o hai we should have a kid, but after a while they figured it was too late and gave up. Then BAM along comes Timmy. He's a bit of a brat at the moment because my mother is really quite terrible at discipline, but sweet. I have high hopes for him turning into a human being at some point in the future.
PETS
One elderly cat, obtained from a friend of my mother's who lived in the blue mountains with sixteen of them when I was five. I named it Tommy, after Pippi Longstocking's sidekick. Then we took him to the vet, who said "Well, she's perfectly healthy!" whereupon we all went "...she?" and I, with the classic imagination of a little kid, just changed the name to Toma. She's a testament to the old cliche of pets being like their owners - she's a twitchy skinny hermit who secretly loves pettings. She was an apartment cat for the eight years before we moved to a townhouse with a yard, but has taken to trees and shit with gusto and has brought us no less than three small dead things (sadly ignores spiders).
THREE TO FIVE THINGS IN MY LIFE
This is a poorly timed section. I'm freewheeling at the moment, term has ended so I can't go into the drama society or the writers' society, but holidays have barely started so all I have accomplished is not sleeping enough. IDK, stuff. I dropped guitar during the foggy period, and haven't been to Escrima in a few months. I should catch up on all that.
PARENTS
My dad is awesome. He's practical and patient and I lol at his dad jokes. I get my introvert tendencies from him, the wish to just hole up in some sort of batcave and play solitaire for a while so my brain can cool down. He spent much of his youth climbing mountains with his engineering buddies, which I admire like hell and wish to emulate (aside from the engineering buddies, I mostly know arts people and computer scientists :P). He has that particular late-eighties moustache (one time he grew a beard. it was hilarious) and cooks awesomely provided what he is cooking contains potatoes and/or lots of oil.
My mum is waaay too similar to me for comfort, she is very sensitive and not very good at doing useful things and procrastinates ridiculously. She also has a tendency to fly off the handle at minor things because she's let frustration build up - it's like she doesn't get angry at specific things, she gets angry at the universe, and given an outlet will pour out all of that anger on any one part of said universe. The little glass inlay in our door is currently duct taped together after her latest fit. Also she pretty much never follows through on promises or threats unless she feels like it, so I've gotten a little too used to ignoring her. It's sad because she loves us really, she just gets insecure about everything. She's like the lower middle class version of that feisty Russian diva that wants you to keep her in the style to which she has become accustomed or she will throw vases at you. Anyway, enough ragging on my mum - hey, she works a tiring job and makes sure we all have doctor's appointments and stuff. Also she buys me clothes on impulse, but usually they are kind of ugly so that is a bit of a mixed blessing.
CLOSE FRIENDS
Werll. I have a bit of a phobia in re actually talking about my friendships and whatnot, because I sort of... didn't have any for a few years near the end of primary school. This was partly my fault for forgetting that I could in fact have friends outside of school... the thing is, that was where I spent most of my social time, I didn't really DO anything else, and for three in a row after moving to a new school I made exactly one friend, who then left for a different school. And then all the other nerds in my grade, who I was not exactly friends with but probably could have been, left for the special smart kids class at a different school in the area, which nobody informed either me or my parents was an option. Also around that time the friends I'd made through my parents bringing me along when hanging with other Russian people, and who were mostly older, moved on to high school. So I just sort of... gave up. And hence kind of missed a crucial portion of childhood socialisation and then spent most of high school catching up. Anyway, I still feel kind of cringey talking about friendy shit, so just. If I choose to hang out with you, clearly I think you're awesome? \o/
lol feel free to comment with ???s if I am talking about someone and you are like who is that and where do you know them from/why are they doing that/can you set us up XD
dawwww
Date: 2009-11-26 04:17 pm (UTC)I never had friends either =]
Oh, and this meme is exactly what I was trying to do with my "story so far" post. 'cept, I wanted to set the privacy thing to make it more private =/
I don't know how to do that -.-;;
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Date: 2009-11-27 02:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-26 05:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-27 02:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-28 10:46 pm (UTC)Aaand I'm just rambling now. /end
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Date: 2009-11-29 03:57 am (UTC)The fun thing about russian is all the prefixes and suffixes. It's, wossname, uh there was an official word for it but I forget. Almost like German where you can just tack words onto one another and get massive words that mean a whole sentence :)
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Date: 2009-11-29 06:11 pm (UTC)but which I will almost certainly never get around to" list!no subject
Date: 2009-11-27 01:59 am (UTC)Lollll hey I totally got good at those things after my year away from society :P
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Date: 2009-11-27 02:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-27 02:22 am (UTC)