Meme.
It's not a real lj til it has a meme, right?
LAYER ONE:
--Name: Delilah Quinn Leighton
--Birthplace: Glasgow, Scotland
--Gender: All woman
--Eye color: olive green
--Hair color: Black
--Height: Not very tall but I don't know how tall that is.
--Righty or Lefty: Right
--Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
LAYER TWO:
--Your heritage: Scottish
--The shoes you wore today: My knee high come-fuck-me boots
--your fears: I don't like birds. They kinda freak me out for no reason.
--Your perfect meal: Something with meat. I like takeout.
--Goal you'd like to achieve: Be the cause/instigator of some sort of riot
LAYER THREE:
--Your thoughts first waking up: Sometimes it's wondering whose bed I'm in and
where I put my clothes.
--Your best physical feature: My eyes. And my back. My back is sexy.
--your bedtime: whenever the alchaol runs out
--your most missed memory: I dunno. I guess my parents? *shrugs*
LAYER FOUR:
--pepsi or coke: coke
--McDonald's or Burger King: McDonalds
--Single or group date: Date? Date??
--Adidas or Nike: These aren't very goth choices. My combat boots will own you
all.
--Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: don't drink tea
--Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate
--cappuccino or coffee: coffee I suppose.
LAYER FIVE:
--Smoke: Like a chimney.
--Cuss: Like a sailor
--Sing: Like a husky thing...
--Take a shower: Morning. It's the only thing that wakes me up.
--Have a crush: Constantly. Or at least people I'll screw happily.
--Do you think you've been in love: No.
--Want to go to university: I don't think I'm that type of girl.
--Liked high school: HA!
--Want to get married: No thanks. I don't think I'm that type of girl either.
--Get motion sickness: No
--Think you're attractive: Yeah. I'm not beautiful in the traditional sense, but I do
sexy very well.
--Think you're a health freak: No.
--get along with your parents: Aunt...not really.
--Like thunderstorms: Nothing as cool as fucking in a field in the middle of a
storm.
--Play an instrument: Tried guitar but gave it up.
LAYER SIX:
In the past month...
--Drank alcohol: Depleted the world's alcohol supply...
--Smoked: ...and nicotine supply...
--done a drug: ...and that too...
--Had sex: ....and you can't really deplete sex. Luckily.
--Made out: Well, duh. If I've had sex I've probably made out.
--gone on a date: Nope.
--gone to the mall: Nope.
--eaten an entire box of oreos: Nope.
--Eaten sushi: Nope.
--been on stage: Nope.
--been dumped: If you don't date you can't get dumped. But, yeah, I've
been...brushed aside before.
--made homemade cookies: I don't really bake.
--Gone skinny dipping: Everyone has to at least once in their life
--dyed your hair: Yep. Went through a phase about a year back where I was
dying it a differant colour every week. I like the black at the moment though.
--stolen anything: Yeah.
LAYER SEVEN:
Ever...
--Played a game that required removal of clothing: Heh. Not enough.
--if so, was it in mixed company: Course.
--Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Every weekend almost.
--been caught "doing something": Been caught doing everything.
--been called a tease: Ooooh yeah.
--gotten beaten up: Never.
--shoplifted: Yeah.
--changed who you were to fit in: Nope. Changed who I was to not fit in.
LAYER EIGHT:
--Age you hope to be married: Pass.
--Numbers and names of children: Nope
--describe your dream wedding: Well, it'd be black...
--how do you want to die? I don't.
--where you want to go to college: Didn't this already get answered?
--what you want to be when you grow up: A foolish careless teenage girl.
--what country would you most like to visit: I'd like to move back to Scotland
really.
LAYER NINE:
-- Nuber of drugs taken illegally: I haven't really kept count on that sort of thing.
--Number of peircings: 28: nine in my ears. tongue, nipples, eyebrow, and the 16 down my back for my corsetting. (Used to have my nose peirced but I had to take it out.)
--Number of tattoos: 3: huge gothic cross on my back, a crappy little star thing on my ankle, and a 30's style pinup girl on my arm.
--number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: None that I know of.
--Number of scars on my body: A few almost invisable self-inflicted ones on my arms from my stupid younger years, and a few other biggers ones from numorous accidents.
--number of things in my past that I regret: Meh, I don't regret.
LAYER ONE:
--Name: Delilah Quinn Leighton
--Birthplace: Glasgow, Scotland
--Gender: All woman
--Eye color: olive green
--Hair color: Black
--Height: Not very tall but I don't know how tall that is.
--Righty or Lefty: Right
--Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
LAYER TWO:
--Your heritage: Scottish
--The shoes you wore today: My knee high come-fuck-me boots
--your fears: I don't like birds. They kinda freak me out for no reason.
--Your perfect meal: Something with meat. I like takeout.
--Goal you'd like to achieve: Be the cause/instigator of some sort of riot
LAYER THREE:
--Your thoughts first waking up: Sometimes it's wondering whose bed I'm in and
where I put my clothes.
--Your best physical feature: My eyes. And my back. My back is sexy.
--your bedtime: whenever the alchaol runs out
--your most missed memory: I dunno. I guess my parents? *shrugs*
LAYER FOUR:
--pepsi or coke: coke
--McDonald's or Burger King: McDonalds
--Single or group date: Date? Date??
--Adidas or Nike: These aren't very goth choices. My combat boots will own you
all.
--Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: don't drink tea
--Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate
--cappuccino or coffee: coffee I suppose.
LAYER FIVE:
--Smoke: Like a chimney.
--Cuss: Like a sailor
--Sing: Like a husky thing...
--Take a shower: Morning. It's the only thing that wakes me up.
--Have a crush: Constantly. Or at least people I'll screw happily.
--Do you think you've been in love: No.
--Want to go to university: I don't think I'm that type of girl.
--Liked high school: HA!
--Want to get married: No thanks. I don't think I'm that type of girl either.
--Get motion sickness: No
--Think you're attractive: Yeah. I'm not beautiful in the traditional sense, but I do
sexy very well.
--Think you're a health freak: No.
--get along with your parents: Aunt...not really.
--Like thunderstorms: Nothing as cool as fucking in a field in the middle of a
storm.
--Play an instrument: Tried guitar but gave it up.
LAYER SIX:
In the past month...
--Drank alcohol: Depleted the world's alcohol supply...
--Smoked: ...and nicotine supply...
--done a drug: ...and that too...
--Had sex: ....and you can't really deplete sex. Luckily.
--Made out: Well, duh. If I've had sex I've probably made out.
--gone on a date: Nope.
--gone to the mall: Nope.
--eaten an entire box of oreos: Nope.
--Eaten sushi: Nope.
--been on stage: Nope.
--been dumped: If you don't date you can't get dumped. But, yeah, I've
been...brushed aside before.
--made homemade cookies: I don't really bake.
--Gone skinny dipping: Everyone has to at least once in their life
--dyed your hair: Yep. Went through a phase about a year back where I was
dying it a differant colour every week. I like the black at the moment though.
--stolen anything: Yeah.
LAYER SEVEN:
Ever...
--Played a game that required removal of clothing: Heh. Not enough.
--if so, was it in mixed company: Course.
--Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Every weekend almost.
--been caught "doing something": Been caught doing everything.
--been called a tease: Ooooh yeah.
--gotten beaten up: Never.
--shoplifted: Yeah.
--changed who you were to fit in: Nope. Changed who I was to not fit in.
LAYER EIGHT:
--Age you hope to be married: Pass.
--Numbers and names of children: Nope
--describe your dream wedding: Well, it'd be black...
--how do you want to die? I don't.
--where you want to go to college: Didn't this already get answered?
--what you want to be when you grow up: A foolish careless teenage girl.
--what country would you most like to visit: I'd like to move back to Scotland
really.
LAYER NINE:
-- Nuber of drugs taken illegally: I haven't really kept count on that sort of thing.
--Number of peircings: 28: nine in my ears. tongue, nipples, eyebrow, and the 16 down my back for my corsetting. (Used to have my nose peirced but I had to take it out.)
--Number of tattoos: 3: huge gothic cross on my back, a crappy little star thing on my ankle, and a 30's style pinup girl on my arm.
--number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: None that I know of.
--Number of scars on my body: A few almost invisable self-inflicted ones on my arms from my stupid younger years, and a few other biggers ones from numorous accidents.
--number of things in my past that I regret: Meh, I don't regret.