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Surveys galore!
May. 18th, 2001 10:12 amI'm going to be really naughty and only answer some of the questions from two different surveys. Heehee - it's all part of my plan for world domination!
Full Name: Melissa Day Hall
What does your name mean? Sweet as honey made by the bee, or little honey bee, or somesuchanother thing. 'Mel' is from the greek for honey, and Melissa was the nymph who cared for the baby Zeus in a hillside cave while he was hiding from his father Cronos.
Where are you going on your next vacation? The next one I'm planning is Eyriecon in Atlanta in September. I've foolishly volunteered to help coordinate room shares. (This does, however, ensure me a room on the proper nights) I may end up on a weekend jaunt to either Vancouver or Portland before then, but that's more of a spontaneous thing than flying across the country.
Nicknames: Misha
What's the dumbest female name you can think of? Good Lord... Um, anything ending in an i: Bambi, most likely - something that's written with a little heart to dot the i. A name where the most obvious nickname is 'Bubbles'. (Although, to tangent, I find it incredibly ironic that a stereotypically bimbo-ish name is one originally used by a stag - the king stag of the herd, no less.)
DOB: August 13, 1974, which makes me a Leo born under the Chinese sign of the Tiger. Meow.
What is your mental age? Yes.
I hit forty at about age 13, and since then I've been regressing. I can occasionally hit 'sefen yirs old', otherwise I swing between 22 and 56.
Are you good at cards? Yes and no. I haven't played enough poker or blackjack to really be good, and my cribbage skills are rusty, but I'm pretty good at rummy and I kick ass at canasta.
Sex: Female
One pillow or two? Four. I have these two giant body pillows - one has been relegated to headboard/cat highway, and I tend to wrap myself around the other. My non-squishy feather pillow gets placed in the small of my back, and the squishy down pillow goes under my head. Even empty, my bed looks like someone's in it.
Do you eat chicken fingers with a fork? Hell no. That's just wrong. (And they're best with that nasty pepper gravy you get at Dairy Queen.)
Height : 5'8
What is your most common facial expression? I'm told I look like I have 'serious concern' on my face when I'm reading, so that would have to take first place, but a close second is a happy smile verging on an outright grin.
Hair Color: Blond. Right now, I tend to think of it as thatch - sort of the color of wheat straw. It's been red before, and almost brown, and even light sea green for a couple of summers when I was swimming every day.
Favorite Sport to Watch: Ho god. Pardon me while I collapse into a little puddle: Men's Olympic Diving. Water polo and gymnastics tie for a very distant second.
Favorite number: 13 - No triskadekaphobes here!
If you found out your best friend was gay/lesbian, what would you do? Too late. Found that out in college. I think my reaction was: 'Oh. Cool. So you tell me about your girlfriends while I tell you about my boyfriends, 'kay?' Or something along those lines. We've both still got the letters we were firing back and forth, so I've no doubt it's recorded for prosperity somewhere.
Favorite color: Green. I was in denial about this for the longest time - in grade school we wore the standard green plaid uniforms, and I quickly grew to despise them. I think Mom may still have one of my skirts and a sweater of Dru's.
Words or Phrases you overuse: Snerd is my favorite non-word. I can't say as that I overuse it, really. Fuck I'm trying to cut back on, perhaps replace it with felch what I'm cursing, but fuck has that harder, more pissed sound to it.
Eye Color: Blue, mostly.
Would you rather be deaf or blind? Deaf. So much of what I enjoy is visual - reading, writing and that whole bit, that I'd feel so lost without those to anchor me.
Full Name: Melissa Day Hall
What does your name mean? Sweet as honey made by the bee, or little honey bee, or somesuchanother thing. 'Mel' is from the greek for honey, and Melissa was the nymph who cared for the baby Zeus in a hillside cave while he was hiding from his father Cronos.
Where are you going on your next vacation? The next one I'm planning is Eyriecon in Atlanta in September. I've foolishly volunteered to help coordinate room shares. (This does, however, ensure me a room on the proper nights) I may end up on a weekend jaunt to either Vancouver or Portland before then, but that's more of a spontaneous thing than flying across the country.
Nicknames: Misha
What's the dumbest female name you can think of? Good Lord... Um, anything ending in an i: Bambi, most likely - something that's written with a little heart to dot the i. A name where the most obvious nickname is 'Bubbles'. (Although, to tangent, I find it incredibly ironic that a stereotypically bimbo-ish name is one originally used by a stag - the king stag of the herd, no less.)
DOB: August 13, 1974, which makes me a Leo born under the Chinese sign of the Tiger. Meow.
What is your mental age? Yes.
I hit forty at about age 13, and since then I've been regressing. I can occasionally hit 'sefen yirs old', otherwise I swing between 22 and 56.
Are you good at cards? Yes and no. I haven't played enough poker or blackjack to really be good, and my cribbage skills are rusty, but I'm pretty good at rummy and I kick ass at canasta.
Sex: Female
One pillow or two? Four. I have these two giant body pillows - one has been relegated to headboard/cat highway, and I tend to wrap myself around the other. My non-squishy feather pillow gets placed in the small of my back, and the squishy down pillow goes under my head. Even empty, my bed looks like someone's in it.
Do you eat chicken fingers with a fork? Hell no. That's just wrong. (And they're best with that nasty pepper gravy you get at Dairy Queen.)
Height : 5'8
What is your most common facial expression? I'm told I look like I have 'serious concern' on my face when I'm reading, so that would have to take first place, but a close second is a happy smile verging on an outright grin.
Hair Color: Blond. Right now, I tend to think of it as thatch - sort of the color of wheat straw. It's been red before, and almost brown, and even light sea green for a couple of summers when I was swimming every day.
Favorite Sport to Watch: Ho god. Pardon me while I collapse into a little puddle: Men's Olympic Diving. Water polo and gymnastics tie for a very distant second.
Favorite number: 13 - No triskadekaphobes here!
If you found out your best friend was gay/lesbian, what would you do? Too late. Found that out in college. I think my reaction was: 'Oh. Cool. So you tell me about your girlfriends while I tell you about my boyfriends, 'kay?' Or something along those lines. We've both still got the letters we were firing back and forth, so I've no doubt it's recorded for prosperity somewhere.
Favorite color: Green. I was in denial about this for the longest time - in grade school we wore the standard green plaid uniforms, and I quickly grew to despise them. I think Mom may still have one of my skirts and a sweater of Dru's.
Words or Phrases you overuse: Snerd is my favorite non-word. I can't say as that I overuse it, really. Fuck I'm trying to cut back on, perhaps replace it with felch what I'm cursing, but fuck has that harder, more pissed sound to it.
Eye Color: Blue, mostly.
Would you rather be deaf or blind? Deaf. So much of what I enjoy is visual - reading, writing and that whole bit, that I'd feel so lost without those to anchor me.
