a bit of tomfoolery

well thank you, anonymous (: you have just made my day!

8. weird/random fact about myself.

well, you know how everyone gets paranoid when it’s really late at night and they just turned off the lights? i kind of take it a step further than the typical, run-to-the-bed-and-jump-under-the-covers type of thing. don’t get me wrong, i do both those things. but afterward i cocoon myself in my covers and shut my eyes. i never open my eyes, even if i’m not tired and can’t sleep. i keep them shut because i always think that if i open my eyes i’ll see a creepy mass murderer smiling at me from the foot of my bed. it’s a pretty scary image if you imagine it with shadows all over his face. I also make sure i have my blinds shut, because if i don’t have them shut i imagine the same thing except the creepy mass murder is on the other side of the window just staring at me ready to kill me.

Honestly, i think i’m slightly retarded. because if i think about it, i should be keeping my eyes open, not closed, to make sure that there never is a creepy mass murderer in my room or outside my window. closing my eyes would only assure that i’d die if that situation actually occurred…

i know it’s stupid, but that’s pretty much what i imagine at least 4 times a week right before i go to bed. I don’t know why i do it.

11. a story about you and your ex.

hahahahaha okay, can i just tell you the story of our relationship? it’s actually quite a funny story, now that i look back on it. 

this was back when i was a sophomore in high school (so like 3 years or so ago) and he was a freshman. he asked me out on valentines via text and i was slightly ambushed on that point. i thought i was agreeing to be his valentine, which i assumed was something totally separate from agreeing to being his girlfriend. we “dated” for a week before i broke it off.

i say “dated” because we didn’t do anything relationship-ish. because of that, and because it only lasted for a week, i don’t really count it as my first relationship. but i suppose technically he was my first boyfriend and me first relationship.

12. first thing that comes to mind when you think of last summer.

The first thing that comes up is more of a feeling than a memory. it’s this feeling of summer. like the epitome of summer. i don’t know how to describe it, it’s just the best vibe. it’s sunny and you’re just happy. you have the best company, there’s a bunch of laughing and smiles. the feeling is playful, bubbly and bright but calm in a way. like you don’t have to expend so much energy on it. chill, i guess you can say. your with your best friends just having a great time, sharing memories and talking about who-knows-what.

i don’t remember summer as separate memories, it’s more like the feelings from the accumulated events. like glimpse of the feeling of driving on the freeway with one of my guy friends on a beautiful summer day that morphs into a glimpse of the feelings of just lying around with friends in their air-conditioned home that morphs into another memory with the feelings associated with it. you know what, i mean?

thanks for the numbers, anonymous. sorry if the answers are really long, i suppose i was a little enthusiastic.