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[lemanya]

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How this meme works:
1 - Leave a comment, saying you want to be interviewed.
2 - I will respond; I'll ask you five questions.
3 - You'll update your journal with my five questions, and your five answers.
4 - You'll include this explanation.
5 - You'll ask other people five questions when they want to be interviewed.

mimblexwimble  asked the following:

How many languages do you speak?
Fluently, I only speak English. However, I do understand a fair amount of Italian, and speak a little of it, because of my heritage (all four grandparents came to Australia from Italy). My parents both speak fluent Italian, but never got around to bringing myself and my sisters up with anything more than the general gist of it.
 I do however, when I get my lazy backside into gear, plan on learning it in more depth.
I also, very minutely, speak a little Japanese. It was a compulsory subject for a semester when I was in year eight, and since I work in a Japanese restaurant, I've picked up just that little bit more. Except for this statement, which has always stuck with me (from the sheer deliciousness of it): Watashi wa oishi desu- which means 'I am yummy'.

Do you want to get married?
I would love to. I have some of it planned already, but am leaving options open for future husband's decisions of course- but essentially yeah, I really really want to. One of my greatest fears is that I'll never get that, that I'll never find someone I can have that with.

For the impending zombie apocalypse, what will be your weapon of choice and why?
A mother-effin' machete. My mind snapped to this first, before I thought, no-wait and weigh up your options. And so I came full circle to a machete. There's something really badass about wielding a machete that's more appealing than a sniper rifle (piw-drop, piw-drop, piw-drop) or bazooka gun (click- BOOM). I like the personal nature, the smooth arc of the blade and the sound it'll make right before it slices through some advancing zombie's head. Blood will fly- the machete will make it happen.

Do you like to dance?
This is a bit of a trick question, because I firmly don't dance. I don't believe I'm any good at it (whether it's stylised or just bopping) and steadfastly refuse to enter a dance floor. That is, steadfastly refuse until there's a few drinks in me and I'm forgetting I don't dance because man this is awesome and so much fun and oh! the nutbush!!
But I'm still not sure if I like it or not.

What were you like when you were a kid?
I was... probably the girliest tomboy you would ever meet. I grew up with a boy attached to my hip, so he used to play dressups with me and I used to punch him when my remote controlled racecar fell off the track. But despite that, from what I can gather, I was sweet. People naturally loved me, without any effort on my part. I probably used this to my advantage, but I have no evidence. I was also incredibly shy. Really really shy. I used to get my sister to do things for me even though she was younger, because I simply could not open my mouth in public, or let go of my mother's skirts when other children were having fun (I did eventually, with much persuasion). I was always the kid in the back who got picked last not because no one liked her, but because no one realised she was there. I didn't mind it though, because even now I don't like attention.
And I was smart. Not to blow my own horn or anything, but I could read and write before I started school, and started school a year younger than everyone else (turning five midyear when most kids were turning/ had turned six). And I still acheived some of the highest grades in the class. In fact, in year four- I was the first student to receieve their own unique spelling list because the weekly set lists were too easy, and my teacher was pulling words from the year five/six levels, and I was getting them right, even first go round. I was such an overachiever lol.