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I've always hoped I would die either peacefully, or in some ridiculous way that would be laughed about afterwards by everyone despite the tragedy of the situation. how will you die?



a stranger walks down the same aisle as you in a supermarket. you think they might be coming towards you. what do you do, what DO you do?

browse the salad dressing intensely until they pass, then continue with your shopping

smile brightly and wave, then strike up a conversation or make fun of their ugly shirt.

stare at them worriedly, scanning them for signs of alien association and bad psychic auras

notice, after they've passed, that they've slipped an invitation to a mysterious, secret dinner party the next evening into your pocket, demanding that you attend and tell no one else at the threat of blackmail

breathe faster and faster and faster until they have been out of sight for at least 40 seconds. try not to slip in the puddle of your own sweat that has collected around your shoes and shopping cart as you walk shakily away.

ask them if you can have a ride with them. anywhere.




when you take a test in school, you:

prepare a little the night before, and do fine

cough, ahem, and sniffle incessantly throughout the test, getting angry looks from all of your classmates.you finish 10 minutes into the test and spend the rest of the period sighing and staring around the room. why is everyone else taking so long? I wonder if they're mad at me..

feel like your head is going to explode. or your leg.

make secret dealings with others in the class for an intricate system of cheating, then double cross them all once you get what you needed from them. you avoid them after class.

bite your pencil into splinters, some of which you swallow. with the remains, try to write with your terrified, shaking hands. finish with your paper soaked with sweat.

test? you're busy exploring that tunnel on the third floor in between the main and south hallways by the beginning of the 300 rooms...you know the one I mean...there's a missing panel by the door between the two hallways that leads to a pitch-black tunnel littered with bent metal pipes and glass bottles with a 1 story drop-off 4 feet to your right that you can't see so you have to clutch the wall desperately, guided to the end only by the faint line of light coming from the crack in the wall on the other end and trying not to slip in the puddles formed by mysterious dripping liquid, the only sound you hear, and wishing you had enough time to go up that thing you can feel that you think migh be a stairway.... er...not that..I would know..of course....



where do you see yourself in, say, 15 years?

married, settling into a quiet suburban life with a routine office job or as a homemaker, with 2.5 kids and a dog

having graduated with two degrees in three years from college head of your class with fourty top job offers, bemoaning the fact that there weren't any with a higher rank to start out with so that you could have had a higher status by now.

getting constant interview calls from various tv shows on the supernatural

leading a glamourous life as a broadway actor/actress, attending elegant parties and wearing black dresses/suits and diamond necklaces/cufflinks, and of course hiding your share of dark secrets. that or writing mystery novels.

living life in a perfect routine as an accountant, taking comfort in the solid regularity of the rules of mathematics. sweet, comfortable routine.

traveling the earth, going from smalltime job to smalltime job and occasionally living on the streets in countries where you don't speak the language, purely by choice.


what are you most afraid of?

that I will never get married and become a homeowner and have children and lead a happy quiet life

that I won't get the last word in in an argument or discussion, or that people will stop wanting to be my friends

well, I kinda think there might be something wrong with me...but the doctors never find anything and tell me to stop worrying...

my dark secret will be revealed to my adoring public, or my loyal friend/SO/business partner will betray me for profit

everything. shiver.

fear is for the weak. there's nothing to fear but fear itself. ...except for parasites. shiver.


your idea of a good time?

watching a chickflick/comedy with 4 or 5 of my best friends at home!

laughing at other people's petty mistakes; or meeting people online. lyk, omg, heyz! asl? lol! *^_~*

swimming. water = safety. it's a...theory of mine.

a cryptic meeting at 9 for hors d'oveurs and martinis at a mysterious old man's estate with 6 strangers.

sitting in a quiet room by yourself. you've unplugged all non-digital clocks because ...the ticking...the TICKING...

taking a bus. by yourself. to San Francisco. from Miami. at 3 in the morning.




what do you hate most?

injustice, prejudice,..you know, all the GSG stuff...

seeing other people do better than me. I see to it that it doesn't happen often. and when it does, I get payback. then rub it in the other person's face.

unexplained explosions

failing to solve the mystery before that other jerk, thus losing my shot at the million dollar reward. oh shoot I wasn't supposed to say anything... excuse me I have to move to Acapulco. right now.

sudden movements, loud noises, unexpected movements, unexpected noises, intimidating tall people, disorder, when the tape dispenser is empty and NO ONE REFILLS IT...*pant pant pant*

being stuck in a bad routine, and wasted time


how would you LIKE to die?

peacefully, in my home with my family.

if I somehow fail to find the key to immortality, I would like to die in some way that lets everyone else know how great I am and force them to remember me. like radioactivley burning my name and picture into everyone's face in perfect cursive script and photographic quality.

not by exploding. oh god, not by exploding...is it getting hot in here?

with class and flair.

I'm going to die?! I'M GOING TO DIE?!?! OH GOD OH GOD HELP ME!!!! I CAN'T DIE NOW I'M SO YOUNG!! AAAAH!!!!

doing something adventurous, with a bang



what would you like to accomplish before you die?

I'd like to establish a healthy, loving family and be a grandma/pa

meeting, or completely annoying, as many people as possible

I dunno, just..whatever, you know?

establish either a widely renowned career in drama, or a strong mafia web.

oh god I'm GOING TO DIE?! NO NO NO!! AAAAAH!!!

I plan to do as many different things as I can as soon as I can...no regrets, right?