bubosquared | (no subject)

Sinterklaas Countdown: 6 days
The Two Towers Countdown: 18 days
Birthday Countdown: 20 days
Christmas Countdown: 25 days

Reason #whatever why I Will Never Understand USAians. Um. "... but that would mean our kids would be in aroom together. Is that OK?" WTF, people? I shared with my brother for years, and yeah, I wasn't a teenager then, but fuck, we shared tents and hotel rooms up until I was seventeen. Somebody explain this to me, please?

Oh, that figures. Just when I need it, the dma.be site is down. I just need the online map, bitches!

Survey, stolen from elfiepike:

Favorite sentence (as written by you):
Hmm ... Either Three years into the war, and Marcus thinks, not for the first time, that he should've done what was expected of him and joined Voldemort's side., or He made it to Cuba by May, and by then Harry's trail was only seven years old.

Favorite sentence (as written by someone else):
Um. When Pansy inquired as to why he was clucking like a chicken ("As opposed to, what, an orangutan?") Draco answered that Professor Snape had advised him it would be gone by the hour's end. And also that he absolutely hated people a whole lot. From Silvia's Deus Ex Machina. Because heee!

Music video you put everything on hold to watch:
None.

Song you HAVE to turn up in the car:
One? One? Bwah! Okay, so I don't drive, but basically, half the songs in existance make me want to crack up the volume. Um. Mostly, though, Europe - The Final Countdown.

First fandom:
Space: Above and Beyond.

Hardest you've laughed in the last 24 hours:
Think of the KITTENS!

Something that scares you:
Geese.

Something that scares you more:
Eternity.

SO not your color:
Orange.

Your animal counterpart:
A cat.

The animal counterpart you really deserve:
Um. I don't know. I'm happy with the cat.

Your native tongue:
Dutch.

City that most belongs on another planet (please explain):
Um?

Character you want to meet in a dark alley:
... Marus Flint.

What the hell are you doing in a dark alley?:
I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.

And finally, what's your poison?:
Coffee and cigarettes.

And now, I go get dressed and go pick up the package from Ruth at the post office, and do other stuff.