Ron Weasley (weasleyisrking) wrote in wariscomingcom, @ 2010-06-28 17:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | andrea rojas, james sirius potter, ron weasley, stephanie brown/batgirl |
I said I'd do it, yeah?
LAYER ONE: On the Outside
Name: Ron Weasley
Birth date: March 1st
Birthplace: St. Mungo's, I expect.
Current Location: Lawrence, Kansas.
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Red
Height: 5'11
Righty or Lefty: Righty
LAYER TWO: On The Inside
Your heritage: I come from a long, long line of purebloods.
Shoes you wore today: Sneakers. They're called Converses. I don't know why. They just are.
Your weakness: Er, food. Probably.
Your fears: Spiders Seeing someone I care about get hurt Being a failyre Spiders See Spiders I'm not afraid of anything.
Your perfect pizza: I like pineapples, mushrooms, pepperoni, sausage, cheese, olives, green peppers, onions, anchovies, chicken, barbeque, ham, turkey, jalapeno peppers, garlic, sun dried tomatoes, yellow peppers, zucchini, and spinach. Also, I like the bread stuffed with cheese.
Goal you'd like to achieve: I used to want to be an Auror. Now I dunno, really.
LAYER THREE: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
Your most overused phrase on AIM: What's AIM?
Your thoughts first waking up: What's for breakfast?
Best physical feature: I've got nice shoulders, I reckon.
Your bedtime: When I'm tired.
Your most missed memory: Playing Quidditch at the Burrow.
LAYER FOUR: Your Pick
Pepsi or Coke: Coke.
Mc Donald's or Burger King: Both.
Adidas or Nike: Those are clothes, right?
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Neither. Rubbish tea is rubbish.
Cappuccino or coffee: Coffee.
LAYER FIVE: Do You?
Smoke: Nah.
Cuss: Yeah, a bit.
Sing: Not all that often.
Take a shower everyday: Yeah! Who d'you think I am? Goyle?
Have a crush(es): Yeah, I've got one.
Think you've been in love: I was But then Hermione I d
Like(d) high school: What's that? High school?
Want to get married: I am married.
Believe in yourself: N Of course!
Get motion sickness: Not really. Can't play Quidditch that way, can you?
Think you're attractive: I'm bloody gorgeous.
Think you're a health freak: I probably don't eat as healthily as I ought to.
Get along with your parents: Yeah. I mean, Dad can be a real pain when he's going on about plugs and the like and Mum drives me mad sometimes...but yeah. I do. I sort of miss
Like thunderstorms: Not particularly.
Play an instrument: Nah.
LAYER SIX: In the past month...
Drank alcohol: Yeah. A bit.
Smoked: No!
Done a drug: No!
Gone on a date: Yeah.
Gone to the mall?: Yeah.
Eaten an entire box of Oreos: Twice this week.
Been on stage: No.
Been dumped: No.
Gone skating: No.
Gone skinny dipping: No.
Dyed your hair: No.
Stolen anything: No.
LAYER SEVEN: Ever...
Played a game that required removal of clothing: Only if I'm watching. So...no.
Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Yeah.
Been caught "doing something": Lav Yeah.
Been called a tease: Nah. Well, maybe.
Gotten beaten up: It has happened. I'm mates with Harry, right?
Shoplifted: Nah. Unless you count that But it was Fred and Geo
LAYER EIGHT: Getting Older
Age you hope to be married: I am married!
How do you want to die: I don't want to die.
What do you want to be when you grow up: An Auror.
What country would you most like to visit: I'd like to travel. Dunno where to, exactly. But yeah.
LAYER NINE: In a girl/guy
Best eye color?: Doesn't really matter.
Best hair color?: Doesn't matter either.
Short or long hair: Long. Wavy.
Height: As long as she's not taller than me, it's good.
Best articles of clothing: See, it's the clothes that I don't like on a woman...
Best first date location: Quidditch match.
LAYER TEN: In The Numbers...
Number of drugs taken illegally: None.
Number of people I could trust with my life: My family and friends, of course.
Number of CDs that I own: I don't have any.
Number of piercings: None.
Number of tattoos: None.
Number of times my name has appeared in the Newspaper?: Yeah, it has. Mostly here though 'cause I'm not supposed to be real. Movies and books and all that nonsense.
Number of scars on my body: I've got a few. Worst ones are on my arms from those brains that attacked me.
Number of things in my past that I regret: Don't want to talk about it.