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Azraelwrites tagged me in a thingy. Since he’s the Overlord of Tumblr I’m pretty sure I’m obligated by royal decree to respond. So, here goes.
1. What is the worst movie you’ve watched more than once?
The Happening. First seen in 2008 during my trip to the States, my girlfriends and I sat through all of this horrendous film in the cosy confines of the tiny studio apartment we rented in New York. I found myself subjected to it again three years later at a party despite my passionate protestations. The villain in the film is the air. THE AIR. It makes people… WALK BACKWARDS. Omg M. Night Shyamalan, no. Just no.
It is literally the stupidest film ever and not even Zoey Deschanel’s exceptionally pretty eyes can save it. 182 precious minutes of my life that I will never get back.
2. If money were no object, what vehicle would you drive? Be specific on this one—I have a bit of a fetish for motorized transport.
I have three and you can’t stop me:
- Aston Martin DB9 - y’know, for every day.
- Bugatti Veyron - for when I’m going to a party. Or fleeing the scene of a crime.
- 1965 Aston Martin DB5 Vantage Convertible - for pleasant weekend drives to the country.
3. If your home were going up in flames and you could save just one material item, what would it be?
Fucking hell. You’re actually going to make me write this on the internet?
My… childhood teddy bear. OkaythereIsaidit.
4. When performing personal…maintenance, righty, or lefty?
Welp, this is a bizarre question. Hands? We’re talking hands, right?
I am boring ole right handed. I don’t live dangerously enough to throw caution to the wind and work with my bad hand to perform such… delicate tasks. Why, do you? *looks accusingly at Az*
5. Assume you’ve been prosecuted for all the hearts you’ve broken over the years, and now sit on death row, readying yourself for that long, last walk. What order will you place for your last meal?
Grain fed, filet mignon steak cooked rare, served with Hot English Mustard.
I’m ready to die now.
6. If you could make your home anywhere, where would it be?
Melbourne or New York.
7. One act or omission from your past you would undo, if you could?
Umm, okay. I won’t bore you with a romantic one. This is a much more subtle life event that didn’t seem to matter too much at the time, but as the years have progressed it is something that I very much regret.
About a year after my grandmother passed away, my grandfather decided to sell the house they lived in. It was more than just R and P’s house (we call our grandparents by their first names - R would never tolerate being called a grandmother. Grandmothers were old. She was beautiful and impossibly glamorous right until the end, toenails painted bright red in her hospital bed), it was the heart of the family.
It was where my brother and I spent countless afternoons swimming in the pool with our many cousins,
injuring ourselves bouncing on the trampoline, playing tennis, eating R’s incredible cooking and being together as a very large, somewhat dysfunctional, but happy family. I loved being there so much, I looked forward to sick days when Mum would drop me off there in the morning and I’d have P and R all to myself, doting on their gleeful, ahem, ailing little granddaughter.
On the day of the auction of the house, I was asked to cover a shift at work - my first job in a clothing store. I tried to get out of it, but was told that I couldn’t (really, my boss was a bit of a bully, and I was an adolescent that hadn’t quite learned to stand up for herself yet).
So, I went to work. And the rest of the family gathered in this place that had meant so much to all of us, and supported P through saying goodbye to the house and passing it on to its new owners. And then, just like that, the house was gone.
I have always felt like I didn’t get to walk through it one last time - knowing it was the last time. To say goodbye to it. At least once a week, I dream of being back in that house. Funny how places stick with you, isn’t it?
8. One dream you harbored as a child that you still cling to?
Dancing in the Colosseum by moonlight.
9. You think you may be falling for someone—what is the number one universal deal-killer that would unquestionably halt your descent?
Nasty, aggressive true colours.
10. Describe the first unrelated person you believe you came to love.
His name meant “water”.
I remember the exact moment I fell in love with him. I was the first one awake, the morning after a high school party. He was on the other side of a living room filled with slumbering teenage bodies, and I watched the sun come through the window illuminating his gorgeous sleeping face.
Olive skin, fair hair that curled adorably at his ears, and the most perfect, arched eyebrows I’d ever seen. Fuck, I fell in love with his eyebrows right then.
A fierce intellect with an incredibly sensitive side, that wonderful boy was my first… everything. Including the first to write poetry about me. How lucky I was to have him as my introduction to love. Is it any wonder I’m such a sucker for writers?
He’s married now to a lovely girl. I smile whenever I hear about him.
Great questions, thank you!