258. Where do you go to relax and why?
My bedroom. It’s where I keep all of my books.
I’ll pick one (sometimes at random) and curl up in my bed and start reading.
257. What book setting would you visit if you could?
None. That’s kind of the point.
I like to read books about places that I want to know more about but don’t want to go there myself. Weather it’s to much money to go there, I don’t know the language, or it doesn’t exist. What ever the reason actually going there myself doesn’t sound like fun. So reading about them is much better in my opinion.
256. How do you feel about using humans in medical research?
How else are we supposed to make advancements in medicine.
You can’t just take a drug and put it on the market with out making sure it dose what it says. Not to mention all of the possible side effects it could cause that could do more harm than good.
255. What is your favorite band/artist and why are they so great?
I don’t have a favorite band/artist. I have favorite songs.
I don’t like to pick one band or artist because then I feel like I shouldn’t like there rival band or artist. Like I’m betraying not just the band but all of their fans as well. And there’s the whole “You don’t look like you would like this band” thing that I always try to avoid by not knowing the band of my favorite song.
254. You have 1 hour with the president is the US, what 10 questions do you ask him?
1. How much trouble would I be in if I slapped you in the face?
2. Can I sit in your chair for the rest of the interview?
3. How do you think your presidency went?
4. Why don’t we have free health care like Canada?
5. Why didn’t you put as much effort into education as you did with healthcare?
6. Would you want to see your kids get into politics or would you rather them do anything else?
7. Do you want more kids some day?
8. What is your favorite genre of music?
9. What or who are you going to miss the most when your term is over?
10. What’s your favorite TV show?
253. Describe your room. What does it say about you?
My bed is under my windows. I never make it and I always kick my blankets off to the foot of my bed in the morning so they’re just a big pile there.
My compute desk turned into my catch all so it’s piled up with so much stuff you can’t even see the desk. The computer is slow so I haven’t used it in forever.
The closet door is always open because I’ve always been to lazy to close it. I keep my basket for dirty clothes in front of the open door and my basket of clean clothes inside my closet. I have most of my shirts hanging up and the rest in my clean clothes basket because I have way to many.
The closet is also where I put my bookcases. One is filled from top to bottom and I would consider it to be over flowing which is why I had to turn half of the dresses I have in there into a bookcase too.
I think my room says I’m a creative person who prefers organized chaos. And I need to donate some shirts.
252. Write a story or post with an open ending, and let your readers finish it.*
I can’t wait to see what anyone comes up with. Good luck and have fun.
I kick off my heels once I’m in the door and thank past me for choosing to wear a skirt today so I don’t have to worry about ditching my pants as well. I un-tuck my dress shirt as I look around what passes as for a living room in my apartment for my laptop. I hear a knock on my door before I can find it. I let out a frustrated sigh before I turn back around and head back to the door. I put the chain on before opening it to see who it is.
"Mary." The man in the hallway says with a hint of desperation in his voice. "I need to talk to you."
"David, no." I say with as much force as I can put behind it. "We broke up. I don’t want to see you anymore. Leave me alone." I go to close the door when he puts his hand on it to stop me.
"We can work this out." He says as he tries to push the door further open. "I love you Mary. I want to be with you and I wont take no for an answer." I pull myself up to my full height (5’ 5" by the way) and look him dead in the eye the best I can with him being just under a foot taller than me.
"Last warning David. Leave me alone or I’ll get the policed involved." I try and close the door again but this time he puts his whole weight behind it as he pushes it open. The chain breaks and the door rams into me leaving a sharp pain in my shoulder and almost knocking me off my feet. Almost.
I quickly turn around and grab the basket on the end table where I keep my keys and throw it at him, aiming for his face. He hesitates long enough for me to knee him as hard as I can in the groin. With a loud groan he falls to his knees but still blocks my way to the door. I quickly run to my bedroom at the end of the hall not looking back until I turn to close the door. As I do I see him starting to get up. I lock the door handle as I slam it before he could get both feet under him.
I dive to the side of my bed with I slide I picked up from my childhood when I played baseball. The hard wood floor ripping the skin from my knees leaving only an easily ignorable burning sensation. I hear him hit the door with his fists as I put my hand on the lock box I keep under my bed.
"BITCH! OPEN THE DOOR!" I ignore the rattling of the door knob as I punch the code into the box. I grab my pistol as he hits the door with his shoulder. I slam the clip in and I hear the door start to splinter under his weight of his second hit. I chamber a round and take my stance facing the door just as he busts in.
I watch as his green eyes, wild with anger, look from me to my pistol. The look of anger melts into a mix concern and fear as he hesitates at the door. Then his eyes move to the wall behind me. I have one of the targets from the firing rang behind me. The one with six rounds in the head with only inches separating them.
Each wall is covered floor to ceiling with them. There are ones with the middle completely missing. Some from when I was first starting out and couldn’t even hit the outline of a person printed on them. The one where I made a crooked smiley face was hanging above my bed. Davids’ eyes slowly work there way around the room and I let them rest on each and everyone of them.
"You like the wallpaper?" I ask him, bringing his eyes back to me. "I made it myself" The concerned look slowly fades away to his signature cocky grin.
"You wont shot me." He says as he begins to take slow and calculated steps towards me. "You don’t have the bal-"
To be continued…
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251. Your home is on fire. Grab five items. What did you grab?*
My Harry Potter books but only 2,3,5,6, and 7.
My sorcerer’s stone is damaged already and my goblet of fire is missing the book jacket. So they’ll get replaced by the insurance company along with everything else I left behind. And I can keep the others to read while I wait for everything else to get replaced
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250. You’re locked in a room with your greatest fear. Describe what’s in the room.*
Complete, endless darkness.
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249. If all my wishes came true I would…
I can fly, have a million years left to live, and my cats are talking to me. Who wouldn’t shit bricks. Not to mention I have no idea how I’m going to age for that million years. I might keep my youth or I might die looking like Yoda. I’m not sue how I feel about that.