A Meme of sorts that
booklectic</lj> got going around.
The colour yellow: It's a bit hard to say with this, the way I tend to see colors nowadays is the way that Sol sees them, the emotions, vibe, feelings and the way the persons soul is (I don't know if that is how she words it however it is how I tend to see it)
hospitals: Personally I hate them with a passion, I have only ever been in one 5 times that I can remember (and that does not include my own birth)
The first time was when I had surgery on my ears and they got pinned back, the next time was 2 weeks later when I got the pins taken out (which was a nightmare because I took bad to the anesthetic so there was quite a lot of pain)
About 4 years later I went with my Mother and while I do not remember why she had to go however I do know that her apointment was ment to be at 11 A.m however we did not get seen until 9 P.m, the main thing I do however remember was that the Coke Vending machine gave two bottles of 7up for every bottle bought.
And then there was the two times I went to them with the EX *takes a deep breath*
The first time was stupid, myself, her and a then friend went to the Weatherspoons in Basingstoke for a few drinks and she is a lightweight, she got drunk and I made a silly comment about leaving her and moving back to Ireland (in Jest) she got really angry and stormed off, 20 mins later I found her and Alex at the statue in the center of the town and the second she seen me she punched the Statue full force... 3 days later she still could not move it and we went to the hospital and found out she broke the joint at the metacarpal on her little finger.
And last but not least exactally 6 months to the day after she done that we went Ice skating in the dome in Basingstoke, the first time she tried to skate away from the wall she fell on her ass and tried to use her hands to stop her (put her hands backwards and down, aka the worst thing you can do as we were told not 90 seconds earlier) and snaped her Ulna
what to do in the event of an apocalypse: Now this is the reason I have not posted this earlier as I have never actually thought about what I would do in this situation.
I am going to break it down into 3 different situations. (and all of these depend on everyone else knowing that the end was coming)
1 Week notice. I would make the most of the last week on earth, I would get as much as I can do that I have wanted to do in my life (Visit Japan, try the beef eater challange in las vegas, punch Noel Edmonds, take part in an orgy or something to that extent and many many more.
1 Days notice. I would make plans to spend the last day in the arms of someone I cared about, I would ensure that I ended life happy.
1 Hours notice. Plain and simple, huge orgy, I know its cliché however I imagine that would be my last wish.
sausages: The Tesco savory range, that is all I need to say!
livejournal: Oh where can I start! I know just how good it can be, there is tons of fantastic things here and while I have to be in a very set mood to get some thoughts/feelings down the feeling of community is just amazing!
Overall I wish I could do a lot more here, perhaps get the urge to write stuff more.
Anyway that will do for now, huge thanks to
booklectic</lj> for giving me some very interesting points to blabber about. if anyone wants me to give them a few topics (5 to be exact) let me know.