Full Frontal Nerdity

I am staring at this entry box hoping to become interesting, suddenly. I clearly fail. So I have a task for you.

1. Rec me one thing that is awesome--a book, a movie, a show, a nail polish, a new song. I'll start us off.

Osaka Popstar & the American Legends of Punk - Sailor Moon

Oh yes, a punk version of the Sailor Moon song. How sweet is that? It is possibly the validation of my existence. (Oh my god, you get two for the price of one, The Murder Mystery Song by Scouting for Girls because it mentions Dief from due South).

2. Time for more of those personal Questiony things. If you wanted someone to judge you positively for your music taste, what artist would you say was your favorite? What artist do you hope nobody ever looks at the play count in your iTunes to see how much you like it? What are your thoughts on sequins? What female movie star would you like to spend a shopping day with? What's your favorite ride at Amusement parks? What fandom trope will get you to read the fic regardless of who wrote it? Do you have an item of clothing that you would wear everyday if you could get away with it, what is it? What's your alcohol of choice?

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.

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