What the title says. Apparently people know I exist. That makes me happy for some reason.
Used to just be my tag book, but then I burned Burn and put it in here so it also became randomness I guess.
So like a month ago I got tagged by my best friend, @the-green-aro (go follow them or I will make sure Glinda screams popular in your ear every time you try to sleep) but I didn't see that she tagged me until a few weeks ago and then I forgot about it until three in the morning today and then now I'm trying to act like everything is chill with the world so I thought "well Micha you still haven't done the tag book thingy so do that now because you've already been a bad friend and forgotten about it so just do it now." So basically heere you go:
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1) I dunno if I'd end up even saying anything, I'd probably speak out against homophobic and transphobic and racist people and all of those kinds of people, but honestly, I stutter a lot- especially when I'm nervous and there's a lot of attention on me- so I don't know if I'd actually end up saying anything that people understood.
2) I walked into a stop sign when I was seven and I got a concussion. I think that's pretty high up in the list, but there are a million stupid things I've done so honestly I don't actually know if that's the stupidest. {EDIT 1: also earlier today (July 24th, 2020) I stabbed my mothers mahogany table with a butter knife and scratched the fancy glossy finish my dad put on it...}
3) theatre is my sport. But I did dance (ballet, tap, and jazz) and gymnastics for a couple years, then we moved again and again and I left those habits behind and became clumsy and now I'm scared to start again. I played soccer when I was five? But it was torture. So not currently, no, no sports for me. Unless boxing counts. Does boxing count? I think it does. Okay so yes, I do currently participate in a sport of boxing counts.
4) just going on a picnic by myself in an empty field, watching the birds and trees, listening to my favorite calming music, reading, maybe with my dog Gunner. Just chilling and pretending there is nothing but the beauty of nature for a day.
5) I honestly have no flipping clue. Feel like one?
6) life in itself. Living, dying, people, places, speaking, writing, everything. Only music and books keep me from the dark abyss of my nervousness.
7) pretty much everything, if I'm being completely honest. I get bullied a lot, and my dad uses some strong words, so I beat myself up a lot and tell myself I'm not good enough. And then I'm emotionless, so that's another thing I beat myself up about. I just feel terrible or nothing. That's a lot of information sorry.
8) well over my lifetime, I've had a lot of pets. Imma just list them all and their status because I have nothing better to do with my life:
•Quincy, my dog. (Deceased) My parents had adopted her before I was born. She died last Christmas.
•Kiki, my cat (deceased) also was adopted before my birth, my mom got her in college. She died three years ago.
•Bane, my former best friend, the greatest dog I've ever known. (Deceased) My parents adopted him the year I was born, we share a birthday, he died around five years ago. I wasn't there for him. When we were moving away from Alaska, the crate he had to be in to fly with us to Hawaii didn't fit in the plane. Our family friends adopted him. My parents didn't tell me he died. I found out by calling our friends one birthday and they told me.
•Aughie the Froggie. (Status unknown) when I was five (I fell in looove) my dad was shoveling snow from our driveway and almost killed a little frog. We adopted him for the winter and set him free after spring.
•Nellie Rose, my rabbit. (Deceased) I adopted her from a family friend who ended up being allergic. She died a couple months ago. Her birthday was the day after Christmas so I got her an extra toy the Christmas she spent with us. She had a genetic disease though and only lived to one year.
•Hemi and Turbo: my guinea pigs. (Both deceased) my dad and I love cars (our current project is rebuilding a firebird tranz am [i can't remember if that's how you spell it sorry] from *insert year that I can't remember*) so we named them after engines. They were so sweet.
•Gunner. Thankfully he is still here. (He's actually cuddling with me right now) He's my dad's emotional support dog. And frankly one of my best friends. I love him so much.
•Gertie Bleatwell. My goat and best friend. He turned one last weekend. He lives with my aunt up in Pennsylvania because we don't have any land for a barn here.
And that's it so I'll stop boring you with all the pets I've owned.
9) I'm not religious at all, but if you disrespect anyone for their religion or beliefs in religion I will kick your ass. My family is religious though and I dunno how to tell them I'm not...
10) Four/4. It always will be and it always has been.
11) closer to six feet- um I'm really- and I mean really- tall for my age...
12) does listening to music count???
13) showers. I like to sing in the shower and it drowns out my singing plus taking a bath just makes me feel dirty for some reason. So my answer is showers.
14) I have really weird eyes. They're hard to see in pictures, but they're blue and green and kind of intense. They freak me out when I look in the mirror at three am. Also I'm pretty weird and have lived in some crazy places.
