Question Meme

chocolatequeennk:

Replace with your own answers and then tag 10 people.

I was tagged by chocolatequeennk

Name: Lauren

Nickname: Murphy (duh, everybody calls me that), Murph, Murty, Mackey, and very rarely, Lolo— thanks to brink-of-insanity's mom. Nobody else tries it and lives.

Birthday: 22 August

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Height: 5’7”ish

Time zone: Eastern Standard Time 

What time and date is it there: 9:34pm, 12th September 2014

Average hours of sleep I get a night: Don’t be starting with the depressing questions now. 

Last thing I googled was: Halloween costume ideas, because the scene I’m currently writing takes place at a Halloween party and I had no clue what my characters would dress as.

Most used phrase(s): ummm… there are a lot. I’ll spare you.  

First word that comes to mind: Spontaneity. Hasn’t been much of that in my life lately. 

What I last said to a family member: I said “Bravo” sardonically to my mom earlier today, in a text, because she accidentally texted me a message intended for my stepdad. (Nothing traumatizing, thankfully.) Yes, in French. I was also texting my dad the other night and the last thing I said to him was the last thing I said to him was goodnight, because he was going to bed.

One place that makes me happy and why: Being at my mom’s house. I live in the city so it’s nice to go somewhere where I can lie on my back in the grass and look at the stars. 

How many blankets do I sleep under: It’s been so hot lately that I haven’t even bothered with a sheet, but it cooled down last night and I slept under a sheet and my comforter. 

Favorite beverage(s): Judging solely by the frequency of consumption…. milk. Mooooo.

Last movie I watched in the cinema: Guardians of the Galaxy. For the second time. Je ne regrette rien.

Three things I can’t live without: My dog, music, and my cell phone. Make all the jokes you like about my generation being glued to technology, but dammit, not all of my friends are close to me, and this lets me keep in touch from them. I refuse to see that as a bad thing.

A piece of advice to all my followers: Do what’s right for you. This may mean occasionally not helping others, which may make you feel like an asshole, but take it from someone who learned the hard way: helping others is a wonderful thing, and can make you feel great, but it can’t heal the problems you bury.

You all have to listen to this song: Ain’t My Day, by a Canadian band called Head of the Herd. If you ever wondered where my blog title came from, now you know. Failing that, By This Time Tomorrow by the same band (and featuring Jasmin Parkin of Mother Mother) is my favourite song at the moment.

Let’s see if I can come up with ten people… *gulp*

incompletesong brink-of-insanity forestfrog dovingbird 

… Enh, good enough. If the rest of you hoseheads want in on it, have at ‘er.

Last movie I watched in the cinema: Guardians of the Galaxy. For the second time. Je ne regrette rien.
Three things I can’t live without: My dog, music, and my cell phone. Make all the jokes you like about my generation being glued to technology, but dammit, not all of my friends are close to me, and this lets me keep in touch from them. I refuse to see that as a bad thing.
A piece of advice to all my followers: Do what’s right for you. This may mean occasionally not helping others, which may make you feel like an asshole, but take it from someone who learned the hard way: helping others is a wonderful thing, and can make you feel great, but it can’t heal the problems you bury.
You all have to listen to this song: Ain’t My Day, by a Canadian band called Head of the Herd. If you ever wondered where my blog title came from, now you know.
Let’s see if I can come up with ten people… *gulp*

itscarororo:

ofgeography:

robin williams died today.
here is a list of things that robin williams was:
funny
sharp
kind
clever
and sad.
that’s important, the “and sad,” because sometimes sadness can feel like the only thing we are. it can feel all-encompassing. it can feel like the only thing anyone could possibly see, when they look at you: sad. that person is so, so, sad.
but there is always an “and.” we are never just sad. we are never only. we are always and.
we have all known people who were sad, who are sad; some of us are ourselves sad. being sad does not remove the other parts of us, though it can make them harder for us to see. when you are sad, you don’t necessarily feel like you are also funny, and sharp, and clever, and kind.
but you still are. you don’t have to feel like something to be it.
those things are written on your bones, they are woven into the fabric of your skin. sadness can feel so big, so big and overwhelming and complete, even when it is not a directed sadness. maybe especially when it is not a directed sadness, when it’s a depression that has no direct cause and nothing we can name.
sometimes the sadness is too big. people try to cut it out, or starve it out, or drink it down, or drug it silent. if this is you: i’m sorry. if this is you: you are not alone. if this is you: remember that the solution is never to give up, because you do not live in a vacuum. there are people waiting for you. there are films and songs and books and not-sadness waiting for you. i know that you don’t feel like waiting, but wait anyway.
if you need help, ask for it. here’s a link to crisis centers across the globe. if you live in the U.S., this is the national suicide prevention hotline: 1-800-273-8255.
robin williams died today, but the genie didn’t, and mrs. doubtfire didn’t, and peter pan didn’t. sean maquire didn’t, and professor philip brainard didn’t, and alan parrish didn’t. batty koda didn’t. john keating didn’t. you didn’t. 
don’t.

i wasn’t going to reblog anymore on this but i read this and i feel like there are probably some folks on here who might need to read it, too.

itscarororo:

ofgeography:

robin williams died today.

here is a list of things that robin williams was:

  • funny
  • sharp
  • kind
  • clever
  • and sad.

that’s important, the “and sad,” because sometimes sadness can feel like the only thing we are. it can feel all-encompassing. it can feel like the only thing anyone could possibly see, when they look at you: sad. that person is so, so, sad.

but there is always an “and.” we are never just sad. we are never only. we are always and.

we have all known people who were sad, who are sad; some of us are ourselves sad. being sad does not remove the other parts of us, though it can make them harder for us to see. when you are sad, you don’t necessarily feel like you are also funny, and sharp, and clever, and kind.

but you still are. you don’t have to feel like something to be it.

those things are written on your bones, they are woven into the fabric of your skin. sadness can feel so big, so big and overwhelming and complete, even when it is not a directed sadness. maybe especially when it is not a directed sadness, when it’s a depression that has no direct cause and nothing we can name.

sometimes the sadness is too big. people try to cut it out, or starve it out, or drink it down, or drug it silent. if this is you: i’m sorry. if this is you: you are not alone. if this is you: remember that the solution is never to give up, because you do not live in a vacuum. there are people waiting for you. there are films and songs and books and not-sadness waiting for you. i know that you don’t feel like waiting, but wait anyway.

if you need help, ask for it. here’s a link to crisis centers across the globe. if you live in the U.S., this is the national suicide prevention hotline: 1-800-273-8255.

robin williams died today, but the genie didn’t, and mrs. doubtfire didn’t, and peter pan didn’t. sean maquire didn’t, and professor philip brainard didn’t, and alan parrish didn’t. batty koda didn’t. john keating didn’t. you didn’t. 

don’t.

i wasn’t going to reblog anymore on this but i read this and i feel like there are probably some folks on here who might need to read it, too.

(via chomskyrabbit)