Lots of pillows or just one?
Lots. I can never get comfortable with just one.
What kind of books do you read?
I'm a fan of the classics, but I'll admit I haven't had much time to read these days.
What are your neighbours like?
I live on an estate with dozens of mutant teenagers. What do you think they're like?
What's the best lesson you've ever learned?
Hm. No idea. I guess its importance depends on the situations that it's being applied in.
What's really creepy?
Scott first thing in the morning.
What's your current fandom/obsession/addiction?
I don't have time for things like that.
Do you prefer your junk food sweet, salty or savoury?
Hm. Why can't I have all three?
What websites do you always visit when you go online?
Twitter and Livejournal, but I don't spend much time online.
What was the last thing you bought?
Fabulous Birkins purse.
What is your greatest fear?
Do you get cravings? If so, what do you crave?
Occasionally, and it really depends.
What do you do to change your mood?
Put on my big girl panties and deal with it.
What was the last meal you ate?
Something that passed for chicken in the cafeteria.
Do you want to learn another language?
I can absorb any language I want right from a speaker's brain. I don't need to.
Five things you can't live without?
My clothes, my bed, personal space, good fashion and fine wine.
Find the closest book currently sitting near you and flip to page 36. What is the first sentence of the second paragraph?
I'm in the lab. There's no books around me.
What's something that you'd like to say to someone right now?
I say what I please. There's nothing that I'd like to say that I already haven't.
What are you looking forward to?
Getting some rest. It's been a long day.
Put my hand through a mirror today.
In diamond form, of course. Can't damage the skin.
That's not really like me, though.
Wonder if I'll get seven years bad luck.
Scott's being helpful again.
He wants me to talk to Betsy, to ask her for help with these migraines.
You can imagine the look on my face when he told me.
Generally, I'm more owed than owing. So, having to ask for help is right up there on my list of "things I hope I never have to do".
I guess, it might be the logical choice, but he knows how I am about things.
Still, this migraine hasn't gone away, so something should probably be done about that.
I'm an idiot.
And my head still hurts.
01; I died:
02; I kissed you:
03; I lived next door to you:
04; You found out I was married:
05; I stole something:
06; I was hospitalized:
07; I refused to leave my home:
08; I got into a fight while you were there:
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY:
13; Help me hide a body?
14; Keep a secret if I told you one?
15; Hold my hand?
16; Take a bullet for me?
17; There is no 17.
18; Try to solve my problems?
19; Love me?
20; Date me?
HAVE YOU EVER:
21; Lied to make me feel better?
22; Wanted to kiss me?
23; Wanted to kill me?
24; Broke my heart?
25; Kept something important from me?
26; Thought I was unbearably annoying?
27; Who are you?
28; Are we friends?
29; There is no 29.
30; Describe me in three words?
31; What was your first impression?
32; Do you still think that way about me now?
33; What reminds you of me?
34; If you could give me anything, what would it be?
35; How well do you know me?
36; When is the last time you saw me?
37; Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
38; Are you going repost this to see what I say about you?
I'm not dead.
Lately, the internet in the mansion has been... less than favorable. It's doing nothing to help ease this blasted migraine that's been going on. I've spoken to Hank about it, but he keeps insisting that Forge is working on it, and Forge seems more concerned with building some god awful contraption than fixing the issue. And while they're bickering over who's responsible for IT, the students are running amok with their seemingly endless free time now that the internet is doing a vanishing act. It's rather frustrating. I swear I live with morons, what I wouldn't give for a vacation away from all this.
The laundry service Bruce ordered me is going just fabulously though. I'm quite pleased with it. They were actually able to restore some of my clothing that was butchered in the last incident. While I think I should feel a bit bad about outsourcing chores, at the same time I love vintage white lace staying that way, white.
In any event, I feel a bit disconnected from the world. I've been buried in paperwork and knee deep in teenage angst. I really need something marvelous to happen.
Twitter is over capacity, so I might as well take this pristine opportunity to write down my mundane thoughts for the day.
I've been told I'm emo.
Which, just might be true.
I have been feeling slightly less fabulous as of late. And this bloody headache won't go away. It's driving me insane, feels like my head is exploding...
I think it has something to do with me being rather alone. I'm drifting right now, not really attached to anything, trying to push myself forward. I've found some company in a few uninteresting gentleman and a Mr. Tony Stark who has proven to be rather humorous and amusing, but not much else.
Apparently the Cajun has left the mansion again. Which, I imagine would be shocking, but I just can't bring myself to actually be able to care. Rogue is upset. She spent some time looking for him, hoping he'd come back. He didn't, though.
Jean Grey is wandering somewhere between alive, dead and ineffectual.
There's a meteor shower tonight. I would go watch it with everyone else, but things raining down on the planet typically don't bode well in my line of work.