This is my letter to the world...probably not as depressing as Emily Dickinson's

[sweetprince]

Now if only I had anything interesting to say. I suppose I could go on some logarrheatic (new word) tangent and wax lyrical for ten years about how awesome this couch is.

That however, is not the purpose of this post. For some reason you people have decided that I'm really popular (let's not fool ourselves, I probably friended you first, but ANYWAY, for the sake of pretending I am cooler than I am...), so I don't know, CAN WE GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER BETTER? Because it's Christmas, and my cat is staring at me like I'm crazy ALREADY, I might as well go on a logarrheatic tangent about MYSELF.

Ur. Now what? Um, I'm 19, just days away from 20 actually. I'm kind of frightened of it, because I'm not really ready to be out of my teens yet. There were so many things I thought I'd do before I turned 20, and lo and behold, I HAVE DONE NONE OF IT. This is quite daunting.

I have quite an extended family. Two wives and two twins. No we are not triplets, because my twins have no relation to each other. One of my wives occasionally pretends we are siblings too. This is alarming. The only siblings who should be married and or fucking rhyme with Ma'am and Bean.

I'm a gellis fucking bitch. Can I just put that out there? I will be exactly like Draco in that "Draco doesn't like the way Ginny is looking at Harry" icon that went around like ten years ago about YOU.



I really do think I'm amazing. This occasionally causes problems, because I can't understand why the rest of the world doesn't think I'm amazing at all!

I like flowers a whole lot. I wrote an entire story about Dean having flower powers, mostly because torturemysoul made me, but partly also because I'm a horrible show off, and I know a lot about flowers, and I wished you to know how much I knew.

I spend far too much time watching movies. Really. I have a blockbuster account and netflix, and like 150 DVDs. And I have a really hard time controlling how much money there is in my bank account as a result. This may partly be due to the fact that I also love ABP and their Arizon Chicken Sandwiches more than is strictly lawful.

I look horrible with long hair. I am not fishing for compliments. I really do. I have really nice hair, and I think, a reasonable face (still not fishing), but for some reason, long hair and my head? It no look so good.

I really like men's clothing. On me. The only time I have ever wished to be a guy was so that I could wear suits. If I had Jared Padalecki's body I would rock that so hard, jesus. It makes me sad to see what outfits he turns up in sometimes! HE HAS SO MUCH POTENTIAL.

Er...I like girls? No seriously. There's a reason why I'm always bitching about the LGBT Co-op in here. I'm on the board of it. And like, it's the biggest fucking heartache ever. But I love it. I'm currently organizing a Sailor Moon themed dance next semester. Not freakin' kidding. If for some reason you find yourself in the shithole that is New Haven, you must come.

I used to be a really jocky kid. That began to end when I started getting boobs. But I played basketball, soccer, tennis, and swimming, and I used to go to sports camp all summer long. Suffice it to say, I'm now really sick and tired of root beer popsicles.

I love AUs. Yes, I wrote the one where they were Macedonian Warriors. And the one where they were Caponesque gangsters in Chicago. I'm currently writing the one where they're Napoleonic Era nobility, and Dean is Wellington's chief of staff and a total bastard. And I was writing a Hacker's AU but then I got struck by a momentary bout of retardation and saved over 40 pages of writing. I think this may be one of the most painful moments of my life.

I'm kind of a massive dork and find it terribly amusing to play history trivia. Who is your favorite Roman figure? MARCUS LEPIDUS. All the way. I have a certain sort of affinity for people who live just to plague other people as Lepidus did. My twin makes me look really stupid about Greek people though. So I'm not even going to go there.

I love sparkly things. For my 18th birthday, when sequins were the winter thing, all I got were sequin belts and shoes and shrugs and shoe laces. I also really like being covered in glitter. That awkward time in middle school when glitter sticks were all the rage? Might actually have been one of the best times of my life. I probably spent that time so caked in glitter you couldn't see my face.

I'm kind of misanthropic. It has been brought to my attention that Gregory House and I might share several of the same characteristics. Unfortunately, always being right is not one of them.

I like tea. More than you do.

Is this going to get me in trouble? I don't like the book Twilight at all, and not just because Edward does something so foofy as sparkle when only I am allowed to do that. It's probably because everybody in that book seems to have blocks of wood for brains. And I still can't figure out why it is that Edward deeply cares for Bella. And Stephenie Meyer graduated from BYU, no offense, but this automatically rouses suspicion.

I also hate Led Zeppelin. I ended a relationship over it. Granted, this relationship was probably doomed to fail anyway, but it became quite clear when he played "In My Time of Dying" and started hopping around like it was the most fabulous thing ever, that our coupledom was doomed to an early demise.

My mom and I have a wire tree that is about two feet tall and covered in ridiculous ornaments. Neither of us is religious. On the tree we have an upside down pig, a pickle, a beer stein, a fat ballerina, a ghost with a pumpkin head, a backpack, the leaning tower of pisa, and a demented gold octopus...to name a few.

I am deathly afraid of dogs. And doorbells. And I fainted in Japanese class once when my teacher scratched herself and started bleeding. I hit my head on the desk so hard, I woke up again.

I really want to be famous. I don't know what for yet. Not for holding up a liquor store and getting caught by the police with my underwear on my head, at any rate.

Now it's your turn!

Comments

[magikalrhiannon.livejournal.com]

Hmm what to say about that? Firstly, I'm one of those who friended you first, because I adore your writing. I have found you to be intriguing and adoringly interesting and informative. And not once have you managed to annoy me like some other people that I've ranted to my husband about.

What to say about myself?

I'm a contradiction. Completely. I'm neat as the most anal person you can imagine at work, but my house is a pigsty. I'm lazy as all hell, but get in moods where i'm just restless in my own skin and need to move or skate or do something to work it out of my system. I hate exercise but mostly because it's boring. That's why I like playing inline hockey because it's fun and you forget your exercising. I'm spontaneous but usually plan to be. Or I can plan on doing something for months and then spontaneously change my mind and do something else.

When I argue with Sam (my hubby), it can take between ten minutes or two days for me to calm down. depends on the issue or my mood.

I say things without the intention of hurting people only to find that it's exactly what I've done. I never mean to be a bitch, apparently it's just natural.

I collect stuffed toys. And I'm 28. My favourites are my Grumpy Bear care bear that my Nanna bought me when I was like 4 or something, my Elephant from Dallas called MikeyMo and my wombat called Hullie. Yes, MikeyMo Elephant and Hullie Wombat are gay for each other, much like their namesakes.

I have an eclectic taste in music. It drives Sam bananas because i hate his two favourite bands (Pink Floyd - they make me depressed, and Iron Maiden - they just annoy me) and can only listen to Metcallica in short bursts.

I like to dance, but can't.

I like to sing, but can't. I still sing to the radio at work even when I'm serving customers. Our security video must be awfully amusing when I'm on the reception counter because when I'm up there on my own, I dance to the radio in my chair.

I hate Mariah Carey and Delta Goodrem with an unparalleled passion - other than being parallel with each other of course. Mariah is a ditz and no one is possibly as cutesy-sweet as Delta. She gives me a toothache just by looking at her.

I have an addiction to food, Supernatural and especially Jensen, hockey and my Dallas Stars and Star Wars. I will argue until the end of time that Luke is the one who fulfils the prophecy, not Anakin.

There are people out there who have named their child Anakin. I shit you not. I have met them.

For about 6 years I begged my parents to forgive me and talk to me again after they kicked me out. I stopped trying. A year later, they decided they wanted me back in their lives. Now, I don't want them. Funny how the circle of resentment spins.

I'm a dog person. I love dogs and hate cats. Dogs are goofey, loveable and will follow their owner to the ends of the earth. Cats are under the mistaken impression that we are there to serve them, and they can be as indifferent as they like. Still, my favourite cartoon character is Garfield. Told you I was a contradiction.

I still have no idea what i want to do with my life. I'll figure it out, probably about ten minutes before I die. I like to procrastinate.

There's no such thing as coincidence. Fate works in mysterious ways.

Sarcasm is my wit of choice. It's an artform.

I like crime thrillers more than any other type of genre. And I watch the CI channel on a regular basis. Yet I freak out at the sight of guns and doubt I could ever bring myself to touch one. And yet I'm going to Dallas Texas for 10 weeks in March. Yeah, I thought that one through!

Christmas pisses me off because people are fake in their cheer and everyone wishes you a merry christmas when they don't mean it. People should be nice to their fellow man all year, and not just in the hopes of getting presents under a tree.

Only about a third of my flist are into slash. The rest are either indifferent or repulsed. *shrug* it happens.

Have a great christmas and an awesome new year.

[dark-reaction.livejournal.com]

PUT YOUR BRAVE FACE ON! THE ONE YOU WORE WHEN WE FELL IN LOVE! <---how can you not like that! I actually do enjoy Delta for it's pure mind-numbing hilarity. But I understand why you don't.

Whatever, I just know that Luke is hotter than Han because he wears black boots. Did you know that I was in Star Wars before this? Because I was. Han + Luke and Obi + Ani 4evah!

I'm super a super anti-gun rights fanatic. My daddy raised me right!

You too!

[magikalrhiannon.livejournal.com]

Yeah I read a lot of Ani+Obi. I just love the idea of Jedi going against the order in secret affairs - stickin' it to the man heh. But yeah. I didn't mind Qui+Obi either. Or Obi and anyone. Really.

Han + Luke is kismet. I wasn't a big fan of Luke + Mara. At all.

[castiel.livejournal.com]

I can't really remember who friended who first, but I do know we had something in common over Maine that became apparent when I squealed over a fic you wrote that took place there. Yay for Mainiacs.

I despise Valentine's Day. Mainly because I never have a boyfriend during that time of year and watching other couples be overly kissy and schmoopy just because they have an excuse makes me intently jealous. Also because it always looks like someone vomited up pink and hearts everywhere and it annoys me to an insane degree.

I also really want to be famous. I used to do that embarrassing thing where I pretended I was performing at a concert while singing along to the radio.

I hate Panic! At the Disco and Fallout Boy and whatever other emo rock bands are out there, right now, where the boys wear eyeliner and make out with each other onstage to be controversial and give the girlies a squeal. I feel like they're using homosexuality like it's some sort of trend. It bugs me. Not to mention, their music blows. Bandom confuses me as a result.

I liked muscle cars and classic rock long before I watched Supernatural. I hate having to defend and explain myself to people who think I only got into it because Dean's "my boy."

It irritates me that I can make a substantial post and get no comments from my friend's list, but one post about Supernatural and I'll get about twenty. Either my f-list hates me and is too nice to point it out that they don't care what goes on with me, or I'm boring. XD

I like airports. I love that sense of traveling and having somewhere to be, someone to meet. I just plain LOVE to travel.

I love language. There are four langauges I want to learn before I die. French, Italian, Spanish, and Japanese.

I'm a coffee addict. If someone can't figure out what to get me for my birthday or Christmas, I tell them a Starbucks giftcard. Guaranteed happy face upon opening.

I think werewolves and vampires are sexy. Probably why there are three incarnations of my Dean who get turned into a werewolf. And not one of those whacked out wolf/human hybrids that walk-about on two legs and look ugly. I mean a proper four-legged wolf.

Also, where is this Caponesque Gangsters in Chicago AU because I want to read it! A friend and I are writing a 20's Era Mobster AU with Sam & Dean. Sam really does work for Capone. Dean's a hooker. It's fabulous.

[dark-reaction.livejournal.com]

I know what you mean, since I rarely post about Supernatural. The other thing that pulls them out of the woodwork. "I'M DYING, MY LIFE IS HORRIBLE!" It's like everybody on lj is the opposite of fair-weather friends. They're hurricane friends, but they don't want anything to do with you when you're happy.

I don't like muscle cars. Never will. I think I should write a girl who likes Dean and then sees his car and is like SEE-YA! And Sam laughs. Alot. But I do like Classic Rock. Although some of Dean's bands. Blarg. SURELY YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN SRV, LITTLE MAN!

It's a lie. You don't really want to learn Japanese. I just finished my 8th year of taking it, I swear! You don't mean it!

I have no idea why you want to read this (http://dark-reaction.livejournal.com/66196.html), but here it is, 1930s gangster fic!

[notthequiettype.livejournal.com]

I already know ALL ABOUT YOUR AWESOME. 'Cause you're always flaunting it.

And UGGGGGGGH, TWILIGHT. We've already had that conversation as well. SPARKLES.


And uh. I am awesome because... I have a wide-reaching taste in pop-culture and vast sea of trivial knowledge. Also, I love cooking and I get extreme pleasure from making other people happy, especially if it involves laughter.

[dark-reaction.livejournal.com]

Damn it, I was hoping you wouldn't notice how obvious I am. I wish I could cook, or like had the patience for it. I can cook when I want. But I'll prolly skip 8 steps in the recipe and give in and eat corn pops instead.

[mutelorelei.livejournal.com]

I'm completely braindead from eating too much sugary crap this week, and doing very strange things with my sleeping schedule, but...

I'm 27. I feel completely lost and aimless and kinda miserable, but I know that I have good friends. A lot of time that's the only thing that keeps me going.

I still read children's books (as well as others), and not just the trendy ones like Harry Potter, and I feel more guilty taking those up to the counter than if I were buying porn.

As far back as I can remember, I was always a slasher, and into vampires and other supernatural stuff, but didn't realize that it was kind of odd (but that lots of other people are the same) until just a few years ago. The internet is awesome.

I am totally the American girl version of an otaku. From anime, to J-drama, to the dishes and bath cloth I use, I am all over all things Japanese. I am a fiend for the yaoi.

I am horrifically lazy. I never have any energy. And I require ridiculously large amounts of sleep to function. Perhaps it's related to my low blood pressure, or because I've always been pretty out of shape. Then again, even when I was like 5 years old, I was more inclined to sit with a book, than go out and play.

My stomach can't handle carbonated drinks for some mysterious reason, but I get my caffeine from coffee, which I am madly in love with. And I'm a coffee snob and prefer to only drink from the best beans brewed in expensive machines.

Due to my Middle-eastern, Scottish, and a bit of Native American blood, I believe, my hair has really high red pigmentation masquerading as very dark brown. Even though it looks so very dark, if you hold it up to the light, you can even see it's red-tinged. It drives me crazy when I color my hair, which I've been doing since I was about 12, because I don't like my natural hair, because it always turns orangey-red in the end no matter how many color correctors I dump into the dye and even if the dye is neutral or purple-based. I've given up on changing that, mostly, and have switched to henna, so I can make it orange-red on purpose and not wreck my follicles.

I've never found a match to my skin tone for makeup. Every time I go to a store counter for matching, they never find quite the right match either. I keep trying though. It seems to be an extrememly unusual shade of neutral beige (which, oddly enough, is not that common of a shade to find in makeup anyway - most shades are either warm or cool). I think it might have slight notes of either sand or olive in it, so I'm trying harder to find those, or mix those into other shades, next.

I like to dress classy, but not trendy. I like to find labels that are upscale, but not common. It pains me to see people spend hundreds of dollars on boring stuff like Coach, Donna Karan, etc., or weird, ugly shit that only looks good on a size 0, like Versace. I like flashy colors like red and purple, mixed in with basic black (a non-color which cheers me up to wear and is strangely enough, the most flattering color on me, probably because my skin is so highly pigmented, so I don't look washed-out and goth, I look sexy). I feel that in almost all cases, a person should only buy a new piece of clothing when it will be better than anything else they own, as far as fit and look go, so that one's wardrobe only gets better over time. Sometimes I break this rule, because I am always so poor I need to rely on clearance stuff a lot, but I hope I can eventually stick to it. More expensive clothes are definitely worth it, as long as it doesn't put you in debt, and that you are buying it because it looks good on you, not because it's a prestigious label. It's all about the details.

[dark-reaction.livejournal.com]

Well, if you hadn't noticed I'm a tea snob. Sooooo, we can feel all superior together.

[memphis86.livejournal.com]

Placeholder for my awesome manifesto about candy and buttsecks.

[ericaplease.livejournal.com]

you ARE afraid of doorbells

[dark-reaction.livejournal.com]

They have mighty pointy teeth!

[lonevivi.livejournal.com]

I'm late to the party like always but I wanted to play anyway...

I friended you first because I loved your J2 fic based on the movie "But I'm a Cheerleader..." and I just had to read more of your stuff. You are actually one of the few people who I actually enjoy reading about in terms of the non-fandom stuff. Your writing is amazing and captures my attention no matter what the subject.

I'm like a gazillionth year junior at college due to changing my major. So I feel old. And slow. And sometimes I want to cry at how much school I have left. Family asks me if I'll be getting my master's and I have to explain that I'll just be getting my bachelor's and it is just taking me a lifetime to do it. So I guess I'm embarassed about that but after two years at college, I changed my major and went for bioengineering which I had convinced myself when I was a freshman was too hard and too scary for me to pursue. I changed my mind and I'm proud of the fact that I'm taking such challenging courses in math and science but I do wish I could have done this a lot sooner.

I used to write a lot. Since taking so many science / math classes I've lost my ability to write well. It's awesome, the stuff I can do mathematically, but my thought process has completely changed and I find it difficult to be creative. It's like my left side of my brain has developed at the expense of my right side. I have a bunch of unfinished J2 fics that will never be posted because I just don't have it in me to write anymore. I had a hell of time just writing a decent personal statement to the engineering program.

I'm pretty boring. I work in a lab as a lab aide which isn't very exciting and I go to school and I'm not well-refined, well-read, a good writer, a good artist or cool or anything interesting. But I am much happier with who I am now at 23 than I've ever been in my life so I'm okay with being boring.

[dark-reaction.livejournal.com]

The world needs science geeks too!