maggiepaintpots just wants to move on...
ok.. here we go, off the top of my head whilst waiting for a photoshop file to reduce its size:
(this is taking longer than i thought… obviously not off the top of my head…)
I love and hate the taste of coffee.
I feel lonely the most when im with many other people.
I have mixed feelings about my office.
I have difficulty letting go.
I love loud music in my ears.
I feel full of contradictions.
I am myself the most when im painting or when im writing. which isnt often anymore.
I remember Heather’s words about dreaming and freedom. She was right.
I often feel trapped.
Im not sure Im an artist anymore.
I see.. what others cannot :)
I have conjured another world in my mind.
Sometimes when I wake up, for an instant I think im in Melbourne.
I have an excellent memory – but sometimes, its selective.
I remember the tiniest most insignificant details about people and places.
My memories make my cry, no matter how old they are.
I often live in the past.
I forget who I am sometimes.
I feel sometimes that my family and I are from different planets.
I love animals.
I dont let go of things easily.
Sometimes im a people-pleaser – and I hate it.
I often feel the need to needlessly abuse myself as some kind of punishment… im not sure for what.
I am often in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I am not always vocal about the way I feel. And that often creates misunderstandings.
I am very self conscious about my figure, and try to hide it always… even though its not so bad :).
I can be easily influenced by my role-models.
I have a strange love for all things supernatural, including vampires, wolves, specters, and heaven-knows-what-else.
When watching movies, i always tend to opt for sci-fi and fantasy – i know that’s kind of childish, but it thrills me when magic, witches, warlocks or dragons are involved.
Poetry makes me cry.
Old Egyptian movies make me laugh. I love them.
Footwear is important.
I opt for comfort over fashion.
I color-coordinate my wardrobe.
Im and obsessive-complulsive shopper.
Online shopping has become a new hobby.
I feel somewhat incomplete without my iphone.
I love silver.
I love stones and crystals, and wish i had studied geology.
I believe most ailments can be healed via something that grows on the face of the earth.
I indulge in self-abuse every now and then.
Cigarettes taste terrible but they calm me down.
Music transports me to another place.
Deep down, I’m a goth at heart.
I love it when my hair is flaming red, or pitch black.
Im not very forgiving with myself, although i sometimes expect others to be forgiving with me.
The one time i felt most powerful was when i was practicing martial arts.
Im a procrastinator.
Im the occasional hypocrite.
Ive lied, but I havent cheated.
I used to sing a choir, and I had great pitch.
Ive lost my ability to have fun dreams.
I believe that creativity is a gift and that it has a mind of its own; and if you dont take care of it, it’ll screw you over and leave.
Religion confuses me.
I often feel like i keep myself at bay, and given the chance, I might explode into something lethal.
I collect stamps.
I talk to my computer.
I talk to basically anything i own.
If i lose something, i talk to it out loud in hope that I might coax it back (like the top i couldnt find this morning)
I often wonder why im here.
I dont like monkeys.
I have mixed feelings about reincarnation.
I sometimes have the attention span of… a goldfish.
I start things and dont finish them.
Im occasionally melodramatic.
Im too sensitive for my own good.
Words hurt… they really do. And i’d rather have my bones broken by sticks and stones.
I read the occasional soppy romance.
I thrive on modern literature.
I eat lots of chocolate, even though I know its bad.
I never cry in public. But i can weep my guts out in the bathroom.
I tend to not take advice easily.
I give names to my brushes (and because i havent painted in so long, ive forgotten most of those names).
When I miss a place, I can literally smell it.
If i buy a new book, i get extremely agitated if someone at home reads it before i do.
I love the feel of soap fresh out of the packet.
I make soap-bubble constructions in the shower from the shower-gel foam.
I love new socks.
I have 30 shades of nailpolish, but i only use about 4.
I like to take my time, and feel irritated when hurried.
Humans are part of the Animal Kingdom no matter what anyone says.
Im fine with reptiles.
I think snakes and lizards are beautiful.
Butterflies scare me up close.
I hate insects, except dung-Beatles (because they have rainbow backs)
I dont wear gold. Ever. Not sure why.
I have a habit of stashing money, notes, dockets, papers, etc, inside books. And then I forget I put them there. And then I find them later and feel happy.
I know i’m capable of doing great things.
I know I can get really lazy.
I love to bake.
I love to watch as people eat what i bake.
I hate doing dishes.
I dont mind dusting.
If a surface is really dusty, I’ll make squiggles and shapes in the dust before i actually clean it.
I synchronize – if someone around me is in a foul mood, its infectious. And vice versa.
- to be continued….*