Warning: This Is Not A Post

So anyway, this here quiz what stolen from Pornstar, because I'm determined to live up to my new life's goals ***Stay tuned for the soon to be posted list of Impusive's New Life Goals!!!*** which includes updating this here blog regularily, yet I'm too giddy that I didn't flunk law to actually write anything coherent. So here's what you get:

What is your occupation?
I'm still a stuuuu-dent, I'm still a stuuuuu-dent. Sung to the tune of that song which that chick sings to that guy in that movie. You know the one.

What colour are your socks right now?
Bunny-slipper coloured.

What are you listening to right now?
Quando Quando Quando by Engelbert Humperdink. Isn't that the best name ever? That guy's gotta be tough as nails, other wise he woulda been killed in junior high with a name like that. Engelbert Humperdink is a fucked up ass-kicker, I'll tell you what.

Can you drive a stick shift?
Sure thang, jellybean. Well, sort of. The one and only car I've ever owned was a stick, and we got her from the Yukon straight on down to Southern Ontario, which is about the same distance as from the Mexican border to the Canadian border and back again about, say, eighteen times, so yeah. I did, at one point.

If you were a crayon, what color would you be?
Ummm, my daughter peels all the labels off the crayons, I don't know the colour names. Something with a 'u' in it.

Last person you spoke to on the phone?
Every single person in my phone book. I passed my law class. I think I probably even called the prof that passed me to spread the news.

Favourite drink:
Let's say: Gin and tonic for dancing, Jamaican rum and coke for watching the sun set, kilkenny for pub nights, guiness for (cold) pub days, tequila for ass kicking (or breaking my own ribs), cognac for winter evenings when I want a fire place, spanish coffee for after pasta, iron butterflies for when I'm feeling pretentious, and sleemans for those undecided moments.
That's not a complete list, but it's a starter.

What is your favourite sport to watch?
Only sport I really sit and watch is British football.

Have you ever dyed your hair?
Hell yeah. But it's not really affordable once you get waist length hair, so no more.

Pets?
One Satanic cat, and a rotating supply of either half-dead or rapidly-reproducing fish.

Favourite food?
The kind that is delivered to my table by someone I'm going to have to tip for doing so.

Favourite day of the year?
First day of summer. Not that calendar day, but the real day. I fucking rock summer. Love it.

What do you do to vent anger?
I rage.

What was your favourite toy as a child?
My bunny. Some dumb fuck stole him from me after I brought him to show and tell in grade one. Someday, I'm gonna find out who it was, and kill that fucking prick.
I want my bunny back.

What is your favourite fall or spring?
Who cares? There the same bloody thing, only one's in reverse.

Hugs or kisses?
Oddly enough, hugs. Who'd a thunk?

Cherry or Blueberry?
Blueberry. But only if it's blueberry poptarts. Yeah....that's the goods.

Living arrangements?
Kid, cat, fish. Oh, and me. I'm here too.

What is on the floor of your closet?
Innumerable quantities of confiscated toys. I'm trying out a new punitive technique: Don't listen, loose a toy. Listen, regain a toy.
I shall prevail.

Who is the friend you have had the longest?
P1. Hence the '1'. Well, I suppose I could have known someone by a different name longer, but you can guess that I've know P1 longer than P2 or P3.
But I have known P1 the longest.

What did you do last night?
I hit the refresh button eighteen hundred times. But my grades did not show up. Fortunately, that was rectified this afternoon.

Favourite smells?
Honestly? Wet cement. That is by far my favourite smell. Love it.

What inspires you?
Me.

What are you afraid of?
I think we've gone over that. Dying without having a perfect life set up for my daughter first.

Plain, cheesy or spicy hamburgers?
Spicy? What the fuck is that? Are we talking Cajun burgers, or teriyaki, or what? What the fuck is spicy supposed to mean?
This quiz was obviously written by someone who doesn't eat burgers.

Favourite car?
It's a car. Get over it. But yeah, I'd take a Jag.
Damn, I'm such a hypocrite.

Favourite dog breed?
Am I writing this of my own accord, without even being tagged? What the hell is wrong with me? This fucking quiz goes on forever. Oh, and Great Dane.

Number of keys on your key ring?
Boring. Pass.

How many years at your current job?
Student. Pass.

Favourite day of the week?
Too lavalife-esque. Pass.

How many provinces have you lived in?
Five and one territory.

Favourite holidays?
I have to pee. Pass.

Ever driven a Motorcycle or heavy machinery?
Motorcycle, farm machinery, and best of all, when I was fifteen and hitchhiking (halfway) across the country, I got to drive a big rig....On the highway, man!!! That was freakin' great. Just me, and my rig, and some trucker passed out in the back, and the looks in the eyes of other motorists when they realized that yes, those thousands of pounds of metal were, in fact, being driven by a teenage girl who was obviously to young to have a license.
Beautiful.

Late Addition: Shit, I misspelt my own damned name. Tell me I'm the only one who noticed that.