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Tagged by lytab5.
Name: Starts with a J.
Birthday: January 21.
Favourite color: Purple.
Lucky numbers: 27, although it’s not so much my lucky number as just my favourite number. I just really like the number 7 in general.
Height: 1.55 m (Gillian “Gilly box” Anderson is taller than me).
Talents: I’ve gotten pretty good at translating, so. I’m also supposed to be good at writing but let’s stick with the one that can actually be proven.
Last dream you remember: As a matter of fact, last night I dreamed I was in a taxi going somewhere and the taxi driver pulled over because he was gonna let me drive the rest of the way, and when I looked up I saw another car had pulled over next to us and Stephanie Cayo was in the driver’s seat, also putting on her seatbelt. I said hi and she said hi back and asked me if I was learning to drive and, when I said yes, she told me about when she was learning to drive and, at one point, she somehow reached over into the taxi to shake my hand, so I held her with both hands and said “I love you, you’re gorgeous” and, to her credit, she was very gracious about my extreme creeptasticness. That was nice, brain. I hadn’t had a dream about her ever since that string of dreams about a year and a half ago.
Can you juggle: No, but I’ve always wanted to try.
Art/sports/both: Erm… arts, I guess, if only because I’m sort of part of it, but my first thought was “neither” so… that tells you all you need to know. (Why are the sciences not here, though??)
Do you like writing: I did four years of university on it (two of which were filled with unnecessary and repetitive grammar classes) and it didn’t suck the love out of it, so, yeah.
Do you like dancing: HELLS YEAH. In fact, one of the prerequisites for dating me (LOL) is that you must be a good dancer because I am way too self-conscious to dance by myself at like weddings and stuff and what’s the use of a romantic partner if not for situations like these?
Do you like singing: That too, but only a select number of songs that don’t make me sound like Penny rehearsing for RENT and only in the shower.
Dream vacation: Another trip around Europe because once was not nearly enough to see it all. Also, Scandinavia.
Dream person: Cute, nerdy girl who likes girls, whose passions include feminism and discussions of favourite books/movies/TV shows, and whose idea of a date night involves ordering food and marathoning aforementioned favourite movies/TV shows on the couch. Also that loves to dance and eat as much as I do (guess how many of these boxes Work Crush ticks off?)
Dream wedding: I’ve honestly never even given it a single thought beyond the fact that I would like to wear a purple dress and that our first dance should be either a choreographed tango o a dork ass choreography of One Direction’s “Kiss You”. You know, in the hypothetical parallel universe in which me getting married would even happen.
Dream pet: KITTIES. Gimme ALL the kitties.
Dream job: Literary translator.
Favourite song: Right now it’s “Rather Be” by Clean Bandit.
Favourite album: Shakira’s “Dónde están los ladrones?” will forever top that list.
Last song you heard on the radio: We listen to my dad’s iPod instead of radio so the last song I remember playing on there was probably a bossa nova version of “Beauty and the Beast”.
Least favourite song: Eh, I don’t bother hating songs unless they’re offensive and such (like “Blurred Lines,” ugh).
Least favourite album: I don’t have enough knowledge of albums in general to answer that.
Least favourite artist: Not a big fan of Katy Perry or the Biebs.
Hair colour: I do have a thing for redheads, but in the timeless blonde vs. brunette debate, I always go for brunette.
Eye colour: The dark hair/blue eyes combination is always a killer.
Humorous/serious: She needs to make me laugh a lot.
Taller/shorter: They are always gonna be taller than me, so.
Biggest turn-off: Internalized misogyny, excessive concern for their appearance.
Biggest turn-on: Perceptible passion for feminism, dorky sense of humour that matches mine.
Tagging: Not really, I’m a lazy bastard.