Frothy as coffee and shallow as breathing

After only a few heavy hints, the lovely lovely sulz (oops – Nessa has too, now) has tagged me with a meme I liked so much I had to hint over it, just because I wanted to do it. It’s been a while since I memed last (been a while since I posted last, excepting yesterday) so, OK, here you go. Back to the inside of my head, after that recent jaunt to the outside of it.

Instructions:
a) Answer the questions below, do a Google Image search with your answer, take a picture from the first page of results, and do it with minimal words of explanation.

b) Tag 5 other people to do the same once you’ve finished answering every question.

Edit: if you hover your cursor over a photo, the alt-text will explain its meaning. It took me long enough to get those texts in so you better appreciate them now you know they’re there!

 

Shiny happy (unreasonable) person

I guess it can’t be a lot of fun reading a blog where the blogger is in a perfect and shiny state of mind. I mean, after I love you I love me I love what I write I love what I think I love who I am and how I look and I love Chemistry and Physics and I love Emma and Louis and Rhiannon and Danny and this is my life and I love it – after all that, you just run out of things to say. Although my English teacher in Year 7 told me that there are an infinite number of nouns, so I suppose I could have a go at loving and listing all those… but the point in infinity is that there isn’t an ‘all’ to list. Oh, well.

 

Some day soon I’m gonna try making myself a nice new blogroll page, because although when I find I’m on someone’s blogroll I’ll go and read their blog, and if I like it, I’ll link it – although this, sometimes I never check back on it. So I thought I’d better make a page for my real favourite blogs, the ones I read whenever there’s a post and the ones whose archives I have thoroughly studied and enjoyed.

 

Vainly trying not to bore

I decided not to bore anyone with an account of my Duke of Edinburgh trip (she says, mentioning it again) as soon as I cottoned on to my attitude. Our group was coming over a bridge and staring with horrified awe at the mighty hill which lay in our path, and the teacher in charge of the expedition came hurrying our way. My heart soared and she was my favourite teacher. She told us we had gone the wrong way. I walked off and refused to speak to her. She said she was here to help us back on route. I loved her. She said that otherwise we were likely to be failed. I shivered with anger. She called the assessor to say we were in the right place at the right time and doing great. I drowned her with adoration and we set off joyfully up the hill for at least a minute before it turned ridiculously vertical and all such mountaineering exploits were called to a swift stop by the group as a whole.

 

It’s just weird. I overreact to everything. I know I’ve said it before but it’s true; there’s no right way to socially interact with me because I read into everything. And when there’s nothing there to read into, I read into that.

 

By the way, I’ve been tagged for a meme, and I will do it – it’s just that this one needs me to think about it a bit.

Birthday meme-ing

It’s my birthday today, so this is a post I did the other day and saved for just such an occasion (oh but I’m a pro!). It’s a meme, so if you feel like delving further into my psyche then go ahead and click the wonderful Read More button (I still feel smart for finding it). Otherwise, it’s just a meme, really, and you probably won’t miss much.