I saw this a couple of days ago on The Girl's blog and fancied having a go. For someone who doesn't like to talk about herself much in real life, I am a surprisingly big fan of answering questions online. I'd be an interviewer's dream!
I am...an incredible procrastinator and not very organised in my private life. This is odd considering I administrate in fine style at work. I am continually surprised by how easy things actually are to finish when I've been putting them off for so long that they've reached horrible, scary proportions in my brain. I am a bugger for putting correspondence and paper and other stuff in piles around my bedroom. They just stay there until I'm desperately procrastinating from doing something more important, at which point I'll eventually tidy them up into smaller piles, which stay there until I'm procrastinating from something else...
The bravest thing I have ever done...probably put this post on the internet for all to see. It was hard to write it. It was even harder to look back at all the truly hideous pictures of me. It was bloody nearly impossible to pluck up the courage to put them online. In the grand scheme of things, probably not so brave. In my little world, quite a big thing.
I feel prettiest when...I'm drunk. Is that bad? I don't niggle at myself when I'm drunk, I just lash on more eyeliner and lipgloss and occasionally think "check you out" when I look in the mirror.
I have a complicated relationship with my face. The food allergies have the curious effect of making it swell sometimes. It's probably not very noticeable to most people (apart from the one who goes "hamster face today eh Alex?" ) but I am very touchy about it and don't enjoy looking like I have a double chin, so I don't feel pretty on the days when it's like that.
Something that keeps me up at night...my body clock. I just don't get tired until about 1am. I was alright until I went to uni and then I worked 6.30am-8.30am five mornings a week and my sleep pattern just went haywire. Actual insomnia is very rare for me and only tends to happen when I'm heartbroken and not coping with life very well. It's gruesome to go through.
My favourite meal is...something that I haven't cooked myself. I like all sorts so I don't think I can narrow it down to a particular favourite. There would probably be some bread and a delicious pudding involved though - I am addicted to both.
The way to my heart is...thoughtfulness. If we're talking romance then I don't like the obvious. Sod off with your boring red roses and chocs I can't eat. Track down a book you think I'll like, find me interesting, make me feel happy. In friendship or in general, unexpected kindness is good, as is a bit of effort. I don't like to always be the one doing all the work. Or tell me you like my shoes, that's always a winner.
I would like to be...lots of different things. Prettier, happier with my body, braver, cooler, not so paranoid about people not liking me, more glamorous, more interesting, better informed about so many things, able to play the cello and piano, not allergic to milk. Some of those I can work on, some I just have to put up with. Mostly I would like to be not so hard on myself.
Wow, that turned out a lot deeper than I was expecting. Should you also wish to spill your guts, do have a go!