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Well, obviously I've been rather active in the community lately. I've laughed, I've cried, I've learned how to balance a spoon on the end of my nose, and I've microwaved endless cups of instant coffee. To get through this difficult time I resorted to taking foolish and often dangerous risks such as walking on slippery wooden floors with only socks on, with no regard to my personal wellbeing. I also went through the whole house and pulled the plug on all my clocks so they'd tell me, constantly, that it was 1:35 in the afternoon. All except the Star Wars watch I got out of the bottom of a cereal box, which I ended up having to destroy, much to my regret. But now, it's all over and I finally know what time it is, as well as the date, what planet I'm on, and the price of a gallon of milk. To celebrate the closing of one chapter (or ten, as it happens) and the opening of another, I held a Thank God Wilson Fest Is Over party at my house but sadly, no one showed up. No hard feelings, I wasn't really looking forward to charades anyway . . . Twister might have been fun but bygones are, as they say, bygones.
Anyway, with this mini-break I'm taking, and considering how much attention I've been drawing to myself (sort of like intentionally forgetting to tie up your food while camping (though if I were to use that metaphor that would mean that you guys are the wolves and bears, which of course you're not, I adore all of you, so please, please don't tear me apart for the half-full jar of peanut butter, granola bars, and dried pineapple in my camping gear)) I've decided to say a bit more about the person hawk1701. Who is she? What are her likes, dislikes? How does she take her coffee? Has she ever gambled away everything but her life insurance in Vegas? Does she know how to foxtrot? I don't know, it might be interesting to find out, though. Anyone ready to have a go? For all the shudders out there, I apologize because, it would seem, I actually am evil. This is not a realization I take lightly, by the way, I've always felt myself a good person.
Thus, I'm making it multiple-choice! I'll give you a selection of possible answers for "Who I am" and you have to pick which one you think it is, based on what you've read in my fics or comments or whatever. For those of you, the few of you, that know the answer, mum is the word. The prize for those that get it right? What could I give over the computer . . . I could take specific requests? Any sort of story, fluff, angst, I'll do it. Um . . . I dunno . . . I could make you an icon (if you don't have the means or skills yourself) or a wallpaper *shrug* We'll discuss prizes later, I guess.
Here goes! Just pick one and let me know! It could be any one of these!
Question: Who are you hawk1701?
Answer:
a). I'm from a small, somewhat rural town in southern Montana. My parents got divorced when I was eleven so I spent most of my childhood either with my mother in the cities or with my father in the country where he had a small farm with chickens, horses, and sheep. Later his new girlfriend would call me "nothing but a silly girl that lives in a fantasy world" which would cause my hatred for her to increase and the frequency of visits to my father to decrease, eventually lending to the successful transition from country life to city life. I am now working toward getting a degree in interior design. I enjoy chocolate and secretly hate Jane Austin.
b). I was born in France, the second of four children. When I was three my father took a job in London so we had to leave France and travel to London. My mother was pregnant with my youngest sister at the time and went into labor while crossing the Channel. During the commotion I was separated from my family and lost for a whole eighteen hours. They found me later in Ashford, alone, hungry, and terrified. The experience haunts me to this day even though I can't really remember any of it except asking where my mum was in French and only getting rude, English answers in return from a strange man in a bowler hat who smelled like fish and cigar smoke. I'm currently a student of English Literature. I enjoy toffee and use only the ferry while crossing the channel.
c). I live in Alaska, near the border of Canada. I moved out of the house when I was sixteen due to a terrible home life and lived with a close friend until I got a scholarship to go to school and my father and mother got divorced. My father ended up needing a liver transplant and I ended up dropping out of school. I then worked at a public riding stable targeted toward annoying tourists. While working there I broke my arm, fell in love, and eventually got fired because of my supposed "indiscreet relationship" (though it actually wasn't, a fellow employee just want "someone like me" gone). Angry and cast out, yet again, I joined a community college and am now working toward a degree in visual effects.
d). I was born in London and moved to the states when I was sixteen because of my father's career change. Growing up, I had a mild stuttering problem that, though not severe, caused a lot of difficulty in communication. One of my greatest achievements, therefore, was playing the part of Mustardseed in my schools adaption of A Midsummer Night Dream and delivering all my lines perfectly (all five of them). Acting however, went to my head, and by the time I was a teenager I had a warped few of humanity and its many foils, blending into the wrong kind of crowd which would eventually lead me down a path of illegal drugs and an obsession with plastic cutlery. I am now clean, sober, and working on my cutlery problem, getting a degree in graphic design. I loath bananas and never drink herbal tea.
So, cast your votes. If anyone has read this, which I'm not sure that they have, thank you *gratitude* *bows*
Anyway, with this mini-break I'm taking, and considering how much attention I've been drawing to myself (sort of like intentionally forgetting to tie up your food while camping (though if I were to use that metaphor that would mean that you guys are the wolves and bears, which of course you're not, I adore all of you, so please, please don't tear me apart for the half-full jar of peanut butter, granola bars, and dried pineapple in my camping gear)) I've decided to say a bit more about the person hawk1701. Who is she? What are her likes, dislikes? How does she take her coffee? Has she ever gambled away everything but her life insurance in Vegas? Does she know how to foxtrot? I don't know, it might be interesting to find out, though. Anyone ready to have a go? For all the shudders out there, I apologize because, it would seem, I actually am evil. This is not a realization I take lightly, by the way, I've always felt myself a good person.
Thus, I'm making it multiple-choice! I'll give you a selection of possible answers for "Who I am" and you have to pick which one you think it is, based on what you've read in my fics or comments or whatever. For those of you, the few of you, that know the answer, mum is the word. The prize for those that get it right? What could I give over the computer . . . I could take specific requests? Any sort of story, fluff, angst, I'll do it. Um . . . I dunno . . . I could make you an icon (if you don't have the means or skills yourself) or a wallpaper *shrug* We'll discuss prizes later, I guess.
Here goes! Just pick one and let me know! It could be any one of these!
Question: Who are you hawk1701?
Answer:
a). I'm from a small, somewhat rural town in southern Montana. My parents got divorced when I was eleven so I spent most of my childhood either with my mother in the cities or with my father in the country where he had a small farm with chickens, horses, and sheep. Later his new girlfriend would call me "nothing but a silly girl that lives in a fantasy world" which would cause my hatred for her to increase and the frequency of visits to my father to decrease, eventually lending to the successful transition from country life to city life. I am now working toward getting a degree in interior design. I enjoy chocolate and secretly hate Jane Austin.
b). I was born in France, the second of four children. When I was three my father took a job in London so we had to leave France and travel to London. My mother was pregnant with my youngest sister at the time and went into labor while crossing the Channel. During the commotion I was separated from my family and lost for a whole eighteen hours. They found me later in Ashford, alone, hungry, and terrified. The experience haunts me to this day even though I can't really remember any of it except asking where my mum was in French and only getting rude, English answers in return from a strange man in a bowler hat who smelled like fish and cigar smoke. I'm currently a student of English Literature. I enjoy toffee and use only the ferry while crossing the channel.
c). I live in Alaska, near the border of Canada. I moved out of the house when I was sixteen due to a terrible home life and lived with a close friend until I got a scholarship to go to school and my father and mother got divorced. My father ended up needing a liver transplant and I ended up dropping out of school. I then worked at a public riding stable targeted toward annoying tourists. While working there I broke my arm, fell in love, and eventually got fired because of my supposed "indiscreet relationship" (though it actually wasn't, a fellow employee just want "someone like me" gone). Angry and cast out, yet again, I joined a community college and am now working toward a degree in visual effects.
d). I was born in London and moved to the states when I was sixteen because of my father's career change. Growing up, I had a mild stuttering problem that, though not severe, caused a lot of difficulty in communication. One of my greatest achievements, therefore, was playing the part of Mustardseed in my schools adaption of A Midsummer Night Dream and delivering all my lines perfectly (all five of them). Acting however, went to my head, and by the time I was a teenager I had a warped few of humanity and its many foils, blending into the wrong kind of crowd which would eventually lead me down a path of illegal drugs and an obsession with plastic cutlery. I am now clean, sober, and working on my cutlery problem, getting a degree in graphic design. I loath bananas and never drink herbal tea.
So, cast your votes. If anyone has read this, which I'm not sure that they have, thank you *gratitude* *bows*
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