Saturday, January 1, 2011

If you are reading this...

Then I am... still alive. :P

I have been tagged by Lilah to do the Cassie therapy video tag! For those of you who have never heard of this tag, it is based off a therapy video that Cassie {a character from a T.V. show called Skins} made. I've actually never seen the show because, well, it's not really the type of thing I watch. But if you haven't seen the therapy video watch it here so this tag will make sense.

I am supposed to tag three people to also do this but, here's the thing: I hate tagging people because I'm always afraid I won't tag someone who really wants to do it. So I will do my usual cop-out thing and say: I tag YOU as a reader of my midnight train to do this if you so desire! Come on. You know you want to...

So here's what you have to do: fill in 12 likes, 1 love and 8 hates like Cassie in her therapy video. {The italicised bits are the parts you absolutely must include. Oh, and usually those parts are bold and not italicised but it's easier to see italics on my blog.}

Abracadabra, Wow!

I like boys with
red hair and freckles and girls who wear vintage dresses.
I like strawberry milkshakes.
I like crying during movies and books but only if I’m alone.
I like the pleased shivers that run down my spine when people play with my hair.
I like garden gnomes and windchimes.
I like saying random, unexpected things to make people laugh.
I like old, used books that have written inscriptions in the front.
I like to say words like “pashmina”, “quixotic” and “phantasmal” because I like how they sound.
I like being left alone in an empty house.
I like drinking all beverages (except water) from a mug – it makes them taste better.
I like the poem "Interim" by Edna St. Vincent Millay.
I like to smell things.
I love discovering a new book or musician that suits me perfectly.
Today I anticlimactically welcomed the new year.

In some ways, I love everything.
It's less, it's less of a thing to like, it's less distinct, it's less particular
I like things that I like but I love everything
There’s more choice in like
Cos even the worst things have things you love in them
I don’t know what you mean about things I hate

I hate wanting to help someone but not knowing the right thing to say or do.
I hate metronomes.
I hate it when people say they don't like the Beatles when the only song they know by them is 'Yellow Submarine'.
I hate how I can work myself up into an emotional frenzy and I know I’m being asinine and overreacting but find myself unable to stop.
I hate repetitive sounds.
I hate it when people state the obvious but in a way I don't mind because I know I do it myself.
I hate stereotypes of teenagers.
I hate it when people talk when they just. need. to. be. silent.

I hate this, wow. . .


  1. this is lovely
    i agree with a few of these things
    i love books and movies that make me cry but i can only cry alone too
    some of the things made me smile especially a few near the end even though i completely emphasize
    all in all, a beautiful post
    with love,

  2. Very cool! Yes, pashmina is a great word - I've almost forgotten all about it. Nice to see it pop up again.

    I agree with you about the water in cups not being as exciting, but when I actually bother to add ice to it, it feels just a little more speacial, haha.

    The most peculiar thing I noticed was about you hating metronomes. That was so interesting! I don't hate them, but they do make me kind of sad. I have no musical talent, even though I kind of wish I did, on and off. When I see one, it reminds me of that path I never tried. :)

    Oh, and "Interim?" Great poem! There were so many good lines, but I really like this set: "I think our heart-strings were, like warp and woof / In some firm fabric, woven in and out; / Your golden filaments in fair design / Across my duller fibre."

    Thanks for sharing!

  3. Lilah: Thank you very much, darling! I am terribly glad you tagged me. :)

    CloudyKim: The reason I hate metronomes is they cramp my style! I always play my songs the way I think they should sound and I don't always pay attention to the technical side of music. So the times when my piano teacher made me use a metronome I always got very frustrated. But now I don't take lessons so I can play however I want, hehe. :)

    Oh yes! That is a lovely part. I usually don't like long poems but "Interim" is an exception. It's just wonderful.

    You're welcome. :)

  4. I remember watching Cassie's therapy video and almost wishing I were that quirky in real life. I will make a post like this one, following your cop out. Lovely post, too. I love boys with red hair and anyone who is lucky enough to have freckles.

  5. I totally aspire to be that quirky! ;)

    So glad you're doing it and following my cop-out, hehe. I always wanted freckles too! Til I realized years later that I had faint ones that sprinkle my cheeks all along.

  6. Oh, how inspiring & creative you are! I could relate to these pleasantly specific likes and dislikes, especially the last hate one, even if at times I can be guilty of doing the same (speaking when it's best to be silent)...and in run on sentences, like this one, hehe.

  7. Thank you! I'm guilty of it too, hehe. I think that thought was especially inspired by those people who talk when another person is trying to say something important. That irks me so much! (Also guilty of run on sentences!! And incomplete ones, apparently! =D)

  8. Memes like this always make me wish I had a blog, haha. I like your answers a lot, and I like how you appreciate little things. Like drinking from mugs. (Although...I prefer wineglasses and goblets, myself.)
    Does your hatred of metronomes have anything to do with your hatred of repetitive sounds?

  9. Would you ever create a blog? Or is that just not for you? I would love to read it anyway.
    Tis the simple things in life, isn't it? Oh, yes! Wineglasses and goblets make everything taste better too! Those are for my very elegant moods. :)
    Hahaha!! Actually, I hadn't even made that connection before. Now that I think about it, that probably is one of the reasons I hate metronomes!

  10. I've toyed with the idea of blogging, but I don't feel like I have enough to say. Maybe someday.
    P.S. I also like to cry during books and movies, when I'm alone, but I don't; not often enough.


Silhouettes of a secret. A story told over a cuppa. Or perhaps just sitting on that stone bench, basking in the moonlight... and not saying anything at all.

("I can no other answer make but thanks, and thanks, and ever thanks." -Shakespeare, Twelfth Night)