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tazira.
Name: John Curtis Hefner
Birthplace: Washington DC
Current Loc: DC-Metro area
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 5'9''-ish
Handed: Right
Your heritage: 1/2 Austrian, 1/4 English, 1/4 Irish, if I recall correctly.
Weaknesses: Any girl who appeals to my White Knight Syndrome. I think that's my major one.
Fears: Losing control, mainly over my own mind and body but also in situations where I am emotionally (and/or physically) involved. Becoming everything I never wanted to become. Hurting those I love. Losing respect/love from those I respect/love. I fear failing others more than I fear failing myself.
Perfect Pizza: Sausage and extra cheese. My demands are not unreasonable at least where pizza is concerned.
Goals:
To get my novel published. To make a decent living writing and/or acting. To keep writing novels. To complete my 20-plus-novel-long saga. To play Cyrano, Edgar, Hamlet, Hickey from Iceman Cometh, and King Lear. To find the peace of mind I so desperately desire.
Bedtime: It's been getting to 2 in the morning these days. Not healthy.
First thought on waking up: Ten more minutes...
Best Physical Feature: I really don't know. My blue eyes?
Most Missed Memory: The wedding.
Pepsi or Coke: Coke. I think Pepsi tastes better, but for some reason I drink coke.
McDonald's or Burger King: McDonald's. They have a dollar menu for poor college students. And yummy expensive salads.
Adidas or Nike: New Balance.
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Nestea, but only the unsweetened king from McDonald's. It's the best iced tea I've ever had, I can't describe it.
Chocolate or vanilla: Depends what it's with and when.
Cappuccino or coffee: neither. Love the smell, hate the taste.
Do you...
Cuss: Yeah, and more than I'd like to these days.
Sing: Whenever I'm alone in a quiet room.
Take a shower every day: Usually every other day. It's time consuming, damn it!
Have a crush(es): Yes, and they usually become friends.
Do you think you've been in love: Yes. I tried to deny it for a long time, but really, what else could I call it?
Want to get married: Yes, but only to the person I truly want to spend the rest of my life with. My parents have three divorces on either side, and I will not go into this decision lightly.
Get motion sickness: When I try to read in a car.
Think you're attractive: Not especially, but people seem to think so, especially these days.
Think you're a health freak: Not really, my diet is still crap and I procrastinate exercising.
Get along with your parents: Yeah, I do. Even my father, albeit in a strained way. And I'm a total Mama's boy.
Like thunderstorms: Absolutely love them.
Play an instrument: Tried trumpet back in fourth grade. The hell was I thinking?
In the past month . . .
Drank alcohol: A sip of manhattan, that's it.
Smoked: No.
Done a drug: No.
Had sex: No.
Gone to the mall: No.
Eaten an entire box of Oreos: No. Not since fourth grade, I think. Or was that tenth?
Eaten sushi: Yes, and I STILL don't like it! Damn my uncultured taste buds!
Been on stage: Yes.
Been dumped: *blinks* Next question, please...
Gone skinny dipping: No.
Stolen anything: a pen from the Studio Theater. Oooh, I'm naughty!
Ever . . .
Played a game that required removal of clothing: Yes. But I think everyone was helping me win ;)
Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: No.
Gotten beaten up: Nothing more serious than a smack in the face or having the wind knocked out of me.
Changed who you were to fit in: Actor that I am, I accomodate myself somewhat to whatever company I'm in.
Age you hope to be married: At least 30, but I don't have any real goal for it.
Numbers and Names of Children: Just one- Lex Hefner! (uh... wife permission pending, course).
Describe your Dream Wedding: A ceremony of humor and honor, in the ruins of an old cathedral or monestrary. Everything, from the cake to how people dressed, would look like it had been designed by Edward Gorey. My bride would wear black. I'd wear white. Afterwards, we would have a party to rival Reazik and fivesecconddealy's.
How do you want to die: Fighting for what I believe in. Take that as you will. It doesn't have to be a physical kind of struggle, either. Sometimes, though, I wonder and indeed fear I'm just looking for someone I can die saving.
What do you want to be when you grow up: a moderately successful and popular writer and actor, with a geeky fan base for the writing.
Country would you most like to visit: New Zealand.
Number of drugs taken illegally: None, I don't think. Unless someone slipped something into my drink.
Number of people I could trust with my life: I trust almost all of my friends for almost everything, which is arguably a fault. But not necessarily.
Number of CDs that I own: Wait, I'm supposed to count?
Number of piercings: None. But I have a dent in my earlobe that makes it look like it's pierced.
Number of tattoos: None.
Number of scars on my body: Four I can recall.
Number of things in my past that I regret: Regrets aren't worth a bugger. Immediately after the regretable action occurs, sure, but the more time goes on, the less regret matters at all. Generally, you did what you could with what you had then.
The only regrets I have right now are for some things to have gone the way they did. I regret that I did not know certain things. I regret that there had to be pain. I regret that things have to be like this. But do I regret anything I've done? I don't think so. Does it really matter?
tazira.Name: John Curtis Hefner
Birthplace: Washington DC
Current Loc: DC-Metro area
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 5'9''-ish
Handed: Right
Your heritage: 1/2 Austrian, 1/4 English, 1/4 Irish, if I recall correctly.
Weaknesses: Any girl who appeals to my White Knight Syndrome. I think that's my major one.
Fears: Losing control, mainly over my own mind and body but also in situations where I am emotionally (and/or physically) involved. Becoming everything I never wanted to become. Hurting those I love. Losing respect/love from those I respect/love. I fear failing others more than I fear failing myself.
Perfect Pizza: Sausage and extra cheese. My demands are not unreasonable at least where pizza is concerned.
Goals:
To get my novel published. To make a decent living writing and/or acting. To keep writing novels. To complete my 20-plus-novel-long saga. To play Cyrano, Edgar, Hamlet, Hickey from Iceman Cometh, and King Lear. To find the peace of mind I so desperately desire.
Bedtime: It's been getting to 2 in the morning these days. Not healthy.
First thought on waking up: Ten more minutes...
Best Physical Feature: I really don't know. My blue eyes?
Most Missed Memory: The wedding.
Pepsi or Coke: Coke. I think Pepsi tastes better, but for some reason I drink coke.
McDonald's or Burger King: McDonald's. They have a dollar menu for poor college students. And yummy expensive salads.
Adidas or Nike: New Balance.
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Nestea, but only the unsweetened king from McDonald's. It's the best iced tea I've ever had, I can't describe it.
Chocolate or vanilla: Depends what it's with and when.
Cappuccino or coffee: neither. Love the smell, hate the taste.
Do you...
Cuss: Yeah, and more than I'd like to these days.
Sing: Whenever I'm alone in a quiet room.
Take a shower every day: Usually every other day. It's time consuming, damn it!
Have a crush(es): Yes, and they usually become friends.
Do you think you've been in love: Yes. I tried to deny it for a long time, but really, what else could I call it?
Want to get married: Yes, but only to the person I truly want to spend the rest of my life with. My parents have three divorces on either side, and I will not go into this decision lightly.
Get motion sickness: When I try to read in a car.
Think you're attractive: Not especially, but people seem to think so, especially these days.
Think you're a health freak: Not really, my diet is still crap and I procrastinate exercising.
Get along with your parents: Yeah, I do. Even my father, albeit in a strained way. And I'm a total Mama's boy.
Like thunderstorms: Absolutely love them.
Play an instrument: Tried trumpet back in fourth grade. The hell was I thinking?
In the past month . . .
Drank alcohol: A sip of manhattan, that's it.
Smoked: No.
Done a drug: No.
Had sex: No.
Gone to the mall: No.
Eaten an entire box of Oreos: No. Not since fourth grade, I think. Or was that tenth?
Eaten sushi: Yes, and I STILL don't like it! Damn my uncultured taste buds!
Been on stage: Yes.
Been dumped: *blinks* Next question, please...
Gone skinny dipping: No.
Stolen anything: a pen from the Studio Theater. Oooh, I'm naughty!
Ever . . .
Played a game that required removal of clothing: Yes. But I think everyone was helping me win ;)
Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: No.
Gotten beaten up: Nothing more serious than a smack in the face or having the wind knocked out of me.
Changed who you were to fit in: Actor that I am, I accomodate myself somewhat to whatever company I'm in.
Age you hope to be married: At least 30, but I don't have any real goal for it.
Numbers and Names of Children: Just one- Lex Hefner! (uh... wife permission pending, course).
Describe your Dream Wedding: A ceremony of humor and honor, in the ruins of an old cathedral or monestrary. Everything, from the cake to how people dressed, would look like it had been designed by Edward Gorey. My bride would wear black. I'd wear white. Afterwards, we would have a party to rival Reazik and fivesecconddealy's.
How do you want to die: Fighting for what I believe in. Take that as you will. It doesn't have to be a physical kind of struggle, either. Sometimes, though, I wonder and indeed fear I'm just looking for someone I can die saving.
What do you want to be when you grow up: a moderately successful and popular writer and actor, with a geeky fan base for the writing.
Country would you most like to visit: New Zealand.
Number of drugs taken illegally: None, I don't think. Unless someone slipped something into my drink.
Number of people I could trust with my life: I trust almost all of my friends for almost everything, which is arguably a fault. But not necessarily.
Number of CDs that I own: Wait, I'm supposed to count?
Number of piercings: None. But I have a dent in my earlobe that makes it look like it's pierced.
Number of tattoos: None.
Number of scars on my body: Four I can recall.
Number of things in my past that I regret: Regrets aren't worth a bugger. Immediately after the regretable action occurs, sure, but the more time goes on, the less regret matters at all. Generally, you did what you could with what you had then.
The only regrets I have right now are for some things to have gone the way they did. I regret that I did not know certain things. I regret that there had to be pain. I regret that things have to be like this. But do I regret anything I've done? I don't think so. Does it really matter?
