Do you want to know?

Apparently, I have been tagged.So here are the rules:
1. You must post the rules.
2. Post 12 fun facts about yourself.
3. Answer the questions the tagger has set for you in their post and then create 12 new questions for the bloggers you plan to tag.
4. Tag people.
5. Let them know you tagged them.
Twelve things about me that you might have known, and might not have known, depending on how well you know me:
1. I am one of those people who goes out of their way to be mean to people. Not the mean mean, more the 'Oh you want this cookie? I'll eat it then' type. The problem is that sometimes I just can't help being nice to people and it really is a problem because it completely ruins my reputation (do I even have a reputation?)
2. I love love love music. Not mainstream music, because I've found that they're all about love, but they portray it so materially. Some of my favorite artists are Queen, The Beatles, and Simon and Garfunkel. One of the few modern singers that I love is Mindy Gledhill, because she has an amazing voice and she sings about actual love.
3. Sometimes I feel like spinning around on my tippy toes. I'm not a very good dancer (though I did ballet for about two years when I was five). I'm fairly light on my toes, but sometimes I wish I could actually dance so I don't look like an idiot when I try to.
4. I love shoes. And hairbands. And about any other accessory. Rings, earrings, anklets. Except not necklaces. I don't like necklaces at all. They make me feel like I'm trapped inside and I can't escape.
5. My favorite thing to do when I'm not reading is to cook. You could call me a bit of a foodie, but I detest that word. Foodie sounds like you're addicted to it. I'm not addicted to food. I'm passionate about it. There's a difference.
6. If I like a song, I will listen to it again and again until it is permanently drilled into my head. Sometimes I even get sick of them after a while, but that's not the point. Right now, it's All About Your Heart by Mindy Gledhill.
7. I despise the use of improper grammar. I hate it when people typ lyk dis. But most of all, I hate it when people say LOL or LMAO or something equally stupid in real life. Not while chatting, or whatever. When they're talking to someone, face to face, and they say it.
8. I haven't read Twilight fully. I read just about enough for it to turn me off. I know people will be all like "how can you judge it without reading it?" I ... don't really have anything to say to them. Haters gonna hate.
9. I am at my happiest after I have eaten a good meal. I don't really have a favorite cuisine. I like most food, as long as it doesn't involve chunks of raw tomato and/or cilantro.
10. The kids at my school are not very smart and it often gets on my nerves. Ah, well. Maybe I just have a high standard (I don't mean to brag, but I am smarter than most of my class. Especially the boys. They are very dumb. Most of them, at least).
11. I have nice hands (or so I've been told) and I rather like painting my nails outrageous colors just so I can look at them and admire them. I am, unfortunately, not very skilled with a nail-polish brush.
12. I am an incredibly picky and criticizing person. I don't know how my family and friends deal with me.
Twelve questions that Questa gave me:

1. Would you rather be Superman or Spiderman? In terms of powers, I mean.

Probably Superman (I hear the booing) because I don't find anything attractive about having spider web sprouting from my wrists. This wasn't a very good question to ask me because I have NO interest whatsoever in superheroes.

2. Do you think 'quite cool' should be banned?

No. It's quite cool, I think.

3. What was the last good book you read?

The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins.

4. Have you even read any bad books? What?

Um...does disappointing count? I found Inkdeath disappointing because the other two books were so good.

5. What are your thoughts on cats?

I have allergies, but they're okay, I guess. Not very sociable creatures, are they?

6. What would you want your last meal to be?

I'm not sure. Probably just dal with rice, like I've grown up eating as a comfort food.

7. If you could act/voice act as any character in any movie, which would you choose?

I wouldn't mind being someone British. I would have to practice my accent though. Probably one of the Patil twins.

8. If you had to describe yourself in one word, which would you choose?

Time.

9. If you had to describe yourself with one color, which would you choose? NOT your favorite, mind. The one you think suits you best.

I think a bright aqua, because it's nice, but easy to get sick of.

10. Which fictional character would you most like to make your dinner for you and why?

The house elves at Hogwarts because I could have whatever I wanted.

11. Heads or tails?

Tails.

12. Who would you give your Harry Potter collection to in your will?

Good question. I would probably ask for them to be buried with me since I'll need them close to my heart.
My 12 questions:
1. Who is your favorite character in any book, movie, poem and so on and why?
2. Does it even seem rational that Paul Simon is not the one with the blond afro and Art Garfunkel is not the one with the short dark hair?
3. What are three reasons why you love your favorite book?
4. Albert Einstein or Isaac Newton?
5. What Hogwarts house are you in?
6. What do you think would have happened if Tom Riddle had gone to Beauxbatons? Don't imagine him in that blue dress that all the girls wear, please.
7. Are you nice to people you don't like? Because you want to be or because you have to?
8. Cats or Dogs?
9. Are you a vegetarian? Is it by choice or by habit?
10. DO YOU WEAR MAKEUP? If you do, I might not like you. Unless you're an adult. But high-schoolers, in my books, shouldn't wear makeup.
11. What is your opinion of the color pink?
12. What is one thing you did that you still feel bad for, even though it wasn't that bad and it was incredibly long ago?
People I am tagging:
1. FRAS
2. Anya
Well, so long, then.

In which I rant

So I'm sitting on the couch, with my laptop. The TV is off because I'm not supposed to watch until I finish my homework, which I (obviously) haven't done yet. The couch is green. My brother is home from basketball practice and he's sitting on the other couch which is orange but he's so sweaty that I don't think I'll ever sit on that couch again. It's a shame, really. I like that couch. I'm supposed to be writing an essay about the wave-particle duality of light for school. It's supposed to be fifteen hundred words, out of which I've written nine hundred and sixty seven. The last sentence that I wrote is incomplete because I discovered Blogger and I felt obligated to post after my long absence.

And now I'm sitting on my bed. Almost a half-hour later because my mother found out what I was up to and I had to go back and work on the essay. My comforter has green flowers that are a bit distracting and sometimes make me dizzy. So do concentric circles. Comforter is a funny word. It does its job, I guess, because it is a bit comforting after you've had an awful dinner at a rubbish restaurant. Speaking of which, yesterday I had an awful dinner at a rubbish restaurant.

Today I woke up to water on my face. My father had just washed his hands and of course he had to wake me up just that instant. Sometimes I wake up to the sound of The Beatles because my mother likes to play music in the morning. But more often than not, I'll wake up to the sound of her yelling at me because apparently I already woke up but told her I was going to sleep for another five minutes. Except those five minutes usually turn into thirty minutes and I end up waking at seven thirty, which is late considering school starts at eight.

You could call me a procrastinator, of course. It's Sunday morning and I haven't started my homework. We're going out for lunch at noon and we won't be back until after dinner. So it would be a sensible thing to do my homework before we leave but then again, there's always Monday morning. And while we're talking about mornings, let's talk about Saturday mornings, shall we? Saturday is the worst day of the week. School gets over on Friday and Saturday morning is all no school for two days, yay! So I end up doing something fun. And then at around three o'clock, the truth hits. There is swimming class. Two hours of swimming back and forth when it's a wonderful Saturday and there's oh so much fun stuff that I could have been doing. And to top it all off my mother goes shopping and my friends hang out while I'm stuck at swimming. Three days a week, four to six. Torture.

My word count for the essay is ranging around one thousand and fifty. It's amazing how little I get done when there's something better to do. Right now, that would be blogging. It's not like I enjoy blogging. It's more like a little nook that I can escape to when I have an essay to write and a poster to draw and a project on drugs. Biology is a complete waste of time. Now, I know a fair share of people who would disagree and say something about how I'm going to need it later on in life and then say that math is the actual waste of time because when are you ever going to use any of the trig functions in real life. Well, at least math is interesting. Biology is one of those subjects that sends you straight to sleep. The most interesting chapter in my Biology textbook is probably the one about the brain. That's the only reason I've been staying awake in class for the past week.

Exams are coming up soon and I really should start studying but I can bring myself to actually do it. The stress hasn't set in yet. I'm like 'oh, there's a whole two months left', but there are almost ten chapters in each of the eight subjects. So there's about eighty chapters that I have to study if I want to have the slightest chance of getting good grades.

And now my father's banging on my bedroom door telling me to get out of the shower (which is what I should be doing right now, really) so I'd better go.

Oh my god, I haven't seen you in weeks!

That's how the girls in my school talk. On Mondays. After, let's see...two days of not seeing each other. TWO DAYS. Seriously?

Let's get down to business (To defeat the Huns). My excuse for today is that for some reason, all of my teahers have decided to give us assignments. At once. So I have an essay on The Lady of Shalott, a poster that I have to draw for MATH CLASS (Yes. A poster for math class. What is this, kindergaten?), and a so-called 'practice' for the extended essay in IB. And on top of that, the Biology teacher wants us to do a project on the use of drugs in sports, and another on something related to vision (I think).

That was a long excuse. Ah, well.