Have a survey. Hell, have three surveys. (Spoiler: it’s just one survey.)


What is your zodiac sign?
Aquarius!

What is your favorite color?
Orange!

What’s your lucky number?
I don’t know if I have a particularly lucky number, but I tend to have a rather high occurrence of double and sometimes triple repeat numbers in my life—things like 22, 88, 111, etc.

What talents do you have?
Making up songs on the fly, getting R to do what I want it to do, being annoying.

Are you psychic in any way?
Nopers. Though my 2010 NaNo about Google had some freakishly accurate predictions in it.

Favorite song?
I don’t know if I have a favorite favorite song anymore. The one currently topping the playcounts is Jealous (I Ain’t With It) by Chromeo. Doin’ It Right is still my jam, though.

How many pillows do you sleep with?
Two. But half the time the one on the bottom ends up on the floor. Not quite sure how I manage that.

What position do you usually sleep in?
I usually go to sleep on my side but wake up on my back/on the floor/burritoed in the sheet.

Have you ever tried archery?
MARK NUTT!!!!!!!
(Yes, we had to for junior high P.E.)

What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?
Long enough where counting the hours didn’t even matter.

Do you have any scars?
Many, many scars.

Have you ever had a secret admirer?
OMG STORY TIME okay so one Valentine’s day in high school we were all in the common area milling around in between classes. All of a sudden I see this pack of those chalky candy hearts come flying towards my head. I duck ‘cause I figure they’re for someone else, but then one of my friends picks them up, looks at them, and gives them to me. They have my name written on them (I was the only Claudia at our high school) and they say they’re from “Nekko Nikky.” I never found out who that was.

tl;dr: probably not.

Can you do any other accents other than your own?
It’s not an accent per se, but I can laugh/talk like Barney Rubble (don’t ask how I figured that out). I can also sound like that Russian space station guy from Armageddon. And the turrets from Portal.

Are you a good judge of character?
HA, no. Clearly I am not.

Can you curl your tongue?
Yup.

Are you a clean or messy person?
Everything is either immaculate or tornado aftermath-level messy. No in between.

How long does it take for you to get ready?
Like, get ready to leave in the morning? 15 minutes maybe.

Do you have much of an ego?
BAH.

Do you talk to yourself?
There’s not many other people who talk to me, so yeah.

Do you sing to yourself?
Bitch, I sing out loud.

Can you name all 50 states of America?
LET’S SEE IF I CAN!
Alaska, Arizona, Alabama, California, Colorado, Connecticut, Delaware, Florida, Georgia, Hawaii, Idaho, Illinois, Iowa, Kansas, Kentucky, Louisiana, Maine, Mississippi, Missouri, Montana, Nebraska, Nevada, New Hampshire, New Jersey, New Mexico, Oregon, Oklahoma, Ohio, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, South Dakota, South Carolina, North Dakota, North Carolina, Tennessee, Texas, Utah, Vermont, Virginia, West Virginia, Washington, Wisconsin, Wyoming, Massachusetts, Maryland, Arkansas, Michigan, Indiana, Louisiana, Minnesota!

I think that’s all of them. Can I do the provinces/territories too?
British Columbia, Alberta, Saskatchewan, Manitoba, Ontario, Quebec, Newfoundland & Labrador, New Brunswick, Prince Edward Island, Nova Scotia, Northwest Territories, Yukon, Nunavut!

Have you ever been scuba diving?
Nope.

What makes you nervous?
Almost everything.

Do you correct people when they make mistakes?
Depends on the person, mistake, and how much the mistake matters.

Are you ticklish?
Don’t touch me.

Have you ever been in a position of authority?
I was a stats lecturer! Sometimes they called me professor. It was awesome. I miss it.

How many piercings do you have?
Four.

Can you roll your Rs?
Yup.

How fast can you type?
In the range of 110 WPM.

What are you allergic to?
One of the trees in the UI arboretum (not sure which one; whichever was closest to our back yard when we lived up that way). Asthmacort, an asthma medication I was (very briefly) on because I had super bad pleurisy and I couldn’t breathe. They took me off of it once they realized it made it HARDER FOR ME TO BREATHE.

Do you keep a journal?
Does my blog count?

Do you like your age?
Not really. 26 is pretty meaningless. 25 is the square of 5 and 27 is the cube of 3, but 26 is like the fart of numbers.

What makes you angry?
Don’t even get me started! I’m good at rage.

Were your ancestors royalty?
Hahaha, oh yeah, totally.

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