If you read the title and your dirty mind started to conjure up some nasty things, you can just stop. This is a tag about a bunch of firsts that's going on on YouTube and I thought I would do it and tag some other people, so I'd first like to tag Colleen, Maria, Holly, Sonia, Mélo, Minnie, Carina and Ashley - and you can read my answers below.
It was a picture of what a perfect birthday gift for me would be, you can see it here.
First blog post:
I started blogging as a guest blogger on someone else's blog, you can read more on that if you click About above. The first post was a rant about people bitching about changing their hair so the title was It's Just Hair and you can read it here.
First blog you followed:
Dulce Candy's blog.
First Facebook profile picture:
Since I don't have a Facebook profile, there's no old and embarrassing picture to share.
Do you still talk to your first love?
First alcoholic drink:
I was 14 and we were on a gorgeous Croatian island called Hvar. A couple of friends went out to a bar and one was old enough to order alcohol, so she ordered cocktails for everyone, I had something blue. I thought it was the coolest thing ever so I wrote about it in my diary, my father later read my diary and I was fucked. Needless to say his attempt to turn me away from drinking was completely in vain.
At 15, I was picking pears from 6 a.m. till 3 p.m. during summer for 420 SIT per hour, which is about 2 euros (or 1.5 pounds or 2.5 dollars). Good times.
My first car was a gray '96 Renault Clio and it was also my last car. Within 6 months after getting my driver's license I had a crash and the car was totaled (it wasn't my fault, some crazy bitch drove into me and pushed me off the road). Now I just borrow cars from people, it's cheaper - for me at least.
First person that texted you today:
My best friend. She said that her dog doesn't like walking in the rain. I texted her back that my dog didn't want to go out to pee this morning either because it was raining and that we have a couple divas for dogs.
Who was the first person you thought of this morning?
First great teacher:
My primary Slovene teacher Mrs. Irena Šinkovec. Almost everyone thought she was horrible because she was supposedly too demanding, but I loved her. She really was awesome, I love writing and language because of her.
Where did you go to on your first airplane ride?
My mom took me to London at the end of my primary school because I was a good student. I still wonder what the fuck went wrong after that.
Who was your first best friend? Do you still talk?
My neighbor and kindergarten classmate. Yes, we still talk, she's the one with the diva dog.
Where was your first sleep over?
I have no idea. I have two possible guesses, but I'm really not sure, it was way too long ago.
What was the first thing you did this morning?
Called my boyfriend, who was at work, to tell him I don't want to get out of bed.
What was the first concert you ever went to?
First broken bone:
We played dodgeball in primary school and I caught the ball and broke my pinkie. When I came home, my father just glued my broken pinkie to the ring finger next to it with some surgical tape and said: "It'll heal." My pinky is still crooked. Thank you, daddy.
I pierced my tongue at 17 and that opened the piercing floodgates.
First foreign country you've been to:
My family went sailing in Croatia when I was 1 month old.
First movie you remember seeing:
Me and my brother and his friends went to see Who Framed Roger Rabbit at our local theater.
We didn't have detention in Slovenia, we got sent out of the classroom to "cool off". It happened once to me in primary school. We had arts and crafts and our teacher decided to make up a fairytale and we had to draw whatever we wanted based on her "inspirational" tale. In the middle of her fairytale, I raised my hand and said: "Teacher, you have no idea how to tell a fairytale." She got mad and sent me out. The message of this story? Some people can't take constructive criticism.
My brother. Does that count?
First sport you were involved in:
I took dancing lessons when I was about 8. I think it was just so my parents got rid of me for 2 hours.
First thing you do when you get home:
My boyfriend would be ecstatic if said "wash my hands" but I never wash my hands when I get home. Never. I always first rub my diva dog's belly and give him a quick full body massage - it's in our contract.
When was your first kiss:
My first kiss was with a girl. And that's all I'm saying.
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