1. Height?
5'10", about.
2. Have you ever done heroin?
That's mos def not on my "Drugs to Do" list.
3. Do you own a gun?
Not yet...
5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments?
Not really.
6. What do you think of hot dogs?
They're delicious sometimes, and I can do a mean zig-zag with the ketchup, son.
7. What's your favorite Christmas song?
Anything on Vince Guaraldi's "A Charlie Brown Christmas." Plus, I've always liked the song "Greensleeves."
8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?
Coffee and/or juice.
9. Can you do push ups?
Maybe like 20.
10. Is your bathroom clean?
Depends.
11. What's your favorite piece of jewelry?
It was my bracelet until I broke it. I suppose my earring.
12. Do you like painkillers?
They make my headache go away.
13. What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex?
A smallpox bomb to threaten them into dating me (I have no idea?).
14. Do you have A.D.D.? [Attention Deficit Disorder]
Maybe a little.
15. What's your name?
Colin.
17. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment?
1. Oh shit, my play's tomorrow. 2. I love "A Charlie Brown Christmas." 3. I think my gum's lost its flavor.
18. Favorite singer of all time?
I have no idea.
19. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink:
Water, citrus peach juice, berry punch at home.
22. Current worry?
My fucking play. Holy crap.
23. Current hate?
See above.
24. Favorite place to be?
In the city, wherever that may be.
25. How did you bring in the New Year?
With about 15 beers and 3 bongloads in Tom's house.
26. Where would you like to go?
Germany.
27. Do you own slippers?
My smelly mocassins and now my smelly black ones.
28. What shirt are you wearing?
A black button-down H&M shirt over a white, long-sleeved tee-shirt, white boxers, tan corduroys, black socks, my black slippers, and my earring.
30. Favorite color(s)
Pretty much blue.
31. Would you be a pirate?
Pirates are getting fucking cliché lately.
32. Are you gay or know anyone gay?
I know some gay folk; Sam, Kyle, Eric, Max, etc.
33. What songs do you sing in the shower?
I'm too tired for that shit in the mornings.
34. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child?
Murderers in my closet and outside my door when everyone else was asleep.
Dunno. Good question.
37. Best bed sheets as a child?
Anything flannel and plaid pretty much made my life.
38. Worst injury you've ever had?
Sprained wrist and some other stuff after a bike wreck, knock on wood.
40. How many TVs do you have in your house?
2. 1 in my room at school.
41. Who is your loudest friend?
Umm, maybe Sarah when she's drunk, haha. In Kent, I dunno, fucking everyone's loud.
42. Who is your most silent friend?
Hmm. Maybe Sam, he's pretty chill.
43. Does someone have a crush on you?
If they did, they should hurry up and tell me.
45.What is your favorite book?
Perhaps Ender's Game.
46. What is your favorite candy?
Maybe... Gummibärchen? I dunno. I like fruit-flavored shit, I'm not a chocolate man.
47. What song do/did you want played at your wedding?
No idea.
48.What song do you want played at your funeral?
Sigur Rós something. Maybe like an orchestral arrangement of Sigur Rós' "Untitled 1."
49. What were you doing at 12 AM last night?
Chilling and sippin' on wine with Jordan in my room with Jonathan.
50. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up?
Ugh. Maybe I'll skip class today.
So holy fucknut. My play is tomorrow, and I'm not even sure I'm all the way off book yet. This could get interesting. I dunno though. School's been pretty chill lately; I was coughing up a lung because I was smoking all the time after Spring Break, but lately I've just been cruising and am on hiatus from pot (and self-limiting on cigarettes). As symbolically indicated, however, in my past two, ultra-vivid, lucid, and detailed dreams, I need something sweet to happen. I'm just coasting at this point. I think the three-day weekend will help me out to that end. Maybe a good party or something.
In any event, I'm getting kind of nervous now. But whatever. The rest of this schoolyear, barring some catastrophe (knock on wood), should bring some tidings of comfort and joy. There's 4/20 and SpringFest, there's my play, it'll get warm, and fun times will be had. I'm not sweating anything that way. I just hope I have an exceptional day soon, or else this good mood won't culminate and shit will be anticlimactic.
Come on, God, I think you owe me one.