6:Talk about the worst birthday you've had.
Probably 2013, when my birthday coincided with First Dress for Three Musketeers. Basically I didn't go home, bled all over the place because nobody could find a thimble and the only needles still in existence were beading needles, which are super, super tiny, Clay kept going missing so I ended up as his dressform, running around the campus in a costume that didn't fit me (Clay being both male and about a foot taller than I am) long after dark trying to find him, and nobody remembered it was my birthday. It was all kinds of awful. (Please notice that this didn't stop me from doing Much Ado this year, where my birthday was Second Dress)
7:Talk about your biggest insecurity.
I'm neither kind nor particularly good, and there is something in me that makes most of the people in my life drop me for something better the second it comes along. Most people find me off-putting and more than a little awful, and the people who love me tend to show it by digging out my hopes and dreams and breaking them in front of me, and that has to be caused by something I do. I'm just not a good person.
8:Talk about the thing you are most proud of.
I'm alive. That sounds bleak, but I've dealt with varying levels of emotional, sexual, and physical abuse (this is not as bad as it sounds, I promise. The emotional abuse was the worst of it by far.) since I was fourteen on top of severe cyclical depression. I have a box of suicide notes (among other things) in my closet (which I need to move here, that reminds me), and every one of them is attached to a suicide attempt and I have survived all of them. Of course, this doesn't mean my occupational therapist was wrong. I probably still will die young, but so far it hasn't been at my hand.
9:Talk about little things on your body that you like the most.
I have well spread toes and well shaped boobs and fabulous eyebrows. I have a perfect right angle triangle of freckles on my left arm (which I totally used to cheat on math tests, yes) and pretty wrists. My little fingers click when I wiggle them. I can turn my tongue sideways, and I have small ears.
10:Talk about the biggest fight you've ever had.
Mmm. Probably either the first time I ran away from home or the time Sarah called the police on me because I told her to leave me alone. Those were both really bad, mostly because nobody was respecting my right to my body and opinions or listening to what I was saying.
11:Talk about the best dream you've ever had.
Difficult to talk about, as most of the time I only remember my nightmares, which I have a lot of. Um, probably the dream I had three weeks ago or so, where I woke up crying. I don't remember a lot of it, but they weren't sad tears, I don't think. I just... don't remember good dreams.
12:Talk about the worst dream you've ever had.
Still difficult to talk about, as I have very... vivid nightmares. And they're likely to make people feel ill I'm not joking. Probably the worst ones are the ones I wake up from bleeding, though. Usually from the nose, though I had blood coming out of my ear the other week. Usually they're along the theme of someone I love is going to kill me/I have to kill someone I love, or I'm very calmly watching something rip me apart. I wrote a short thing about being eaten by a rosebush while someone/something ate my eyes and internal organs while freezing to death based on one of them a couple of years ago, and it won a writing contest, so. My head is a strange and slightly terrible place.
13:Talk about the first time you had sex/how you imagine your first time.
Probably not? I mean, if I had a partner who it mattered to, we'd discuss it, but I'm not particularly interested in having sex, so.
14:Talk about a vacation.
So we used to go to Church camp every year (by which I mean my church rented a campsite and we all spent three days just hanging out together) and one year we weren't at the usual campground for some reason. So they had a very tiny lake, compared to the one I usually got to swim in, so I almost succeeded in swimming across it. Almost because I had to get up and walk the last twenty feet or so because the water got too shallow to swim in. And then we made a short parody film of the 'Follow the spiders' scene from The Chamber of Secrets featuring the Butterfly of Death (it was hysterical. I wish I still had a copy.) and Polly's little brother and his friend kept doing the fire dance around the campstove (it involved turning in circles while waving your arms while chanting 'fire fire fire fire'; it was great)