Rule 2: Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 10 new ones
Rule 3: Tag 10 people and link them to the post
Rule 4: Tell them you have tagged them
1. I’m coming to your place this weekend, but you have to plan the activities: what do we do?
(Obvious and expected dirty insinuation here). I’m not sure, it depends what my place is - in Aberdeen or “middle of nowhere”.
If “middle of nowhere” I suggest we get the train into civilization (Edinburgh) and do all the touristy things: go on a ghost tour, visit the castle, the Christmas market and have mulled cider because it’s freezing this weekend. Get the last train back, maybe walk around the loch the next day then back to Maple-syrup land you go!
If I’m in Aberdeen, I suppose we hit a few bars because it’s Aberdeen and there’s fuck all else to do. I suggest Atheneum because it’s above Snafu and they’re the only bar/club I know that have played Fleetwood Mac tracks from Rumours and when you’re pissed that is the greatest thing ever.
2. Do you remember your dreams? Not just from the night before, but for years afterward? Provide an example and, with hindsight, analysis.
It depends if the dream was significant to me. I remember most of my dreams in that liminal space between awake and asleep, and when I fully awaken they’re usually mostly forgotten - unless they’ve impacted me seriously. As a child I used to have a terrifying recurring dream where I’d be in the bedroom my grandmother used to put me to bed in. In my dream I’m back in this bedroom, my mother’s wedding dress is on the back of the door and I know what is going to happen because I’ve had this dream before, except I can’t move. So I’m lying here, waiting and watching the door as an elderly lady comes in, crawls on top of me and wraps her cold hands around me and starts to strangle me. I can’t scream, or move, and I feel suffocated and when I think I’m going to die I wake up.
I think it has something to do with being scared of change or growing old.
3. Your best friend hates your favourite TV show. How do you convince them they’re wrong?
Bekah and I have very similar tastes - and even if we watch something that one of us dislikes, there’s always something there to enjoy. If there was something we completely disagreed on, I suppose we could watch them on our laptops!
4. Would you rather stay in your hometown forever or be exiled forever and completely cut off, Amish-style?
Isn’t that basically the same thing?
5. Best musical act you’ve ever seen live?
When I was with Cara, tipsy, watching Frightened Rabbit, dancing in circles. They could have sounded terrible, but just singing along and being happy was the best thing.
6. Would you rather give money to a subpar street performer or a creepy beggar?
7. Have you ever haggled? Was it successful?
I’m too nervous and anxious to haggle. I’m a marketer’s wet dream, and if you make me anxious and try to convince me to buy something I will end up buying it to make you go away.
8. Why did you come to Tumblr, and why did you stay?
I was bored, I suppose. Habit.
9. Do you ogle strangers? Do you gawk at PDA? Have you ever engaged in PDA?
I don’t ogle, but I do watch people. Of course I gawk at PDA, although I am so bitter about it these days. Have I? Oh, dear. I publicly displayed way more than just affection, which I am very ashamed of now. But when you’re 16 and curious, and your boyfriend eggs you on - you end up doing silly things.
10. What’s the most surprising thing you’ve ever come home to?
I’m not sure. I’ll get back to you.
I tag - taste-of-yesterday, ayeleesh, lupiform, safescissoring, strikeryoureka, bexalottie and anyone else really crazy kids
What is your favourite kind of tea and why?
What is the worst thing you’ve eaten?
What makes you laugh every time you experience it?
Where was the last place you visited that wasn’t home?
Have you ever written anything creatively? How do you feel about it?
If you could re-do any aspect of your life, what would you do again? Would you do it better, or just experience it again as is?
When you get ready to go out to you tend to feel anxious or excited?
What was the last thing you bought?
What would be your ultimate festival line-up?
How do you feel about people tagging you in question chain things?
Not, like, LIKE, but… well, I had the same experience as you :( Sympathy-like.
I’m jealous because she is writing for a sort-of established blog, but at the same time it’s a shitty Buzzfeed-style article that requires nothing more than stealing gifs from the internet and attaching generalizing (albeit quasi-humourous) statements about the dull existence of an English student. Except I don’t drink red wine, black coffee and have filthy sex. Nor do I ‘pretend to be depressed to write better’. URGH
I like some of you but the fact some of you know me in real life pisses me the fuck off because this was where I could talk comfortably about my feelings and now they have to just keep stuck inside until I burst so thanks you nosey bunch of bastards
I just want to go home, get on the train to Edinburgh Waverly and go to the Christmas market. Get a hot cup of warm cider, go on the spinning swings. Think about how it’s been another year and I’m still here and that’s something.