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By Quarkz
Yes, sorry I've been dead. Stuff. I've taken uber-tests, and there are just a few more days of school to go! Yay! So we had our annual Math Mall, which I won't go into now because it is amazingly corny, but anyway, they had stuff in this room, right? And we can pick out whatever we want and take it home and love it forever and ever and ever. And guess what I got?
AUTOGRAPHED DAVE BARRY CRAP. I think I've forgotten how to breathe. A lovely picture of him and a poster for Peter and the Starcatchers. Bwa-ha-ha. ILU, Dave.
Okay. I’ve gotta write this. Hello future Amy. How am I doing? Congrats on graduating, hah. Go you. Ummm...me. That is you. I think? You’re confused.
Anyway. I’m Amy, 14ish/F/Cheraw. Yaaay. I live with my grandmom and my mom. They’re great. They bug me like crap, though. I go to Long Middle School and boy do I hate it. This is quite possibly the worst school EVAR. Except maybe that one in Bennettesville but we won’t go there.
Okay. Stuff I like. First and foremost, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. OMG. Am I as obsessed then as I am now? Because wow. Also, MYST. And Full Metal Alchemist, Furuba, basically any manga/anime, Princess Bride, computers, awesomeness, Doctor Who, various people, Discworld, rock music, food, and just generally cool things. See my LiveJournal for a full-ish list. Juicy_frood, remember?
By the way, did you get the e-mail I sent you? I hope you didn’t change addresses. I love my Adelphia.
Things I don’t like: stupid people, stupid TV shows, n00bs, strags, bad music, spit, being bored, not being right, etc. and so on and so forth. You know, the basics.
I am so bored right now. And my hand’s about to fall off. Maybe I could just use lorem ipsum. Hmmm. No, that would be cheating. Only eight more pages to go. *dies*
Okay, I’m typing now. I love my Dell. Not as much as I love my nonexistent Mac, but oh well. I love Macs. All computers in general, but mostly Macs. Windows is evil. Except 98. 98 rocks. I spend all my free time on the computer (even some not-free time, I procrastinate when I do homework on the computer) so much so that I creep people out regularly. And you know what? That’s okay. They’re just jealous because they don’t have 504 MB of RAM. That’s probably, like, pathetic beyond reason while you’re reading this. 504 MB, pfft. But it does the job. Most of the time. Some of the time. Not very much of the time, but oh well.
(I’m just basically trying to take up space. I’m halfway through the first typed page. Maybe if I changed the font, font size, and double-spaced it... Okay. OCR A Extended. We’re up to a page now. Nice font.)
The last bit reminded be, one way I know I’m a computer nerd is that I can look at signs and tell what font they are. Like, Ooh, Papyrus Or BanKGothic. Cooool. I am so weird.
Okay. Got to stick to the format. I know Miss Jacobs is going to kill me because I did something wrong, but oh well. People in my life. Hmm. Well, my family, durr. They’re cool. Annoying, but I guess that comes with the package. My teachers: I LOVE Y’ALL! YOU ROCK! GIVE ME A’s FOR THE SEMESTER! No, seriously. Hmmm...they’re all right, I guess. Insofar as teachers can be all right, which is, quite frankly, little to not at all. That’s the adults, soo...
My peers! Yay! Hate ‘em. Mostly. Don’t kill me, Miss Jacobs. I dislike them with great intensity, mostly. Except the Zack Cult (if you don’t remember, don’t ask *laughs* ) and Dylan and the gang. And Jonathan. (He wrote about me, so it’s only fair that I write about him. Plus he’s awesome.) And Jonathan, if I let you read this, WERSURP, STIR-FRIED STURFADURF!!! He’s crazy. But in a good way. Remember Monkey Paw? And the Silly Club? And sturf? And How Many Rainbows in the Forest. Bwa-ha-ha. Jonathan, you’re frickin’ awesome. Except when you go all ‘acquaintance’ on me.
What else? Ummm... My hopes and dreams and fears. All right. My biggest hope right now is to go to Cambridge, just so I can join the Footlights. I dream about amazingly weird stuff, nothing I can think of now. I have fantastically vivid dreams. And fears? Southern people. They’re just creepy. Oh, and spiders. Not. Cool.
What else? Gosh, I’m bored. I am never going to freaking get this done. Ever. I don’t even have two pages yet Another thing: I hate writing papers and stuff like this. It-is-so-pointless. Gah. But I know, later, I’ll be glad I wrote this. Cough snork yeah right.
Band. Band’s great. Mr. Davis is crazy. So many inside jokes, so little time. Highlights: talking Chuck, supercool, writing assignments, “put your chairs and stands up,” GETTING THE OPA THIS YEAR! Yes! Superior at Festival! I love my band. And Zack losing his music. Talks about how great band is. Concerts. Random pizza parties. All the speeches about stuff. Writing stuff on the board. Pi being good. Dut dut dut. Playing at pep rallies. Knowing the trombone part better than you know your own because they have to play it so much. Region Band Clinic! Having to play that measure again... and again... and again... And loving every minute of it. Band geeks rule!!!
All right, I looked at the LTM description thingy. So, II: My World. I live in a house. That’s pretty much a given, but still. Brick, medium-size, one-story, boring yard, in Burchwood. Within walking distance of pretty much anything cool in Cheraw. Namely Arrowhead Park and the Wal-Mart/Food Lion strip mall kind of thing. Cheraw is icky. Kept clean, most of the time. (read: that’s code for, you don’t even want to know how messy it is) Except of course...
...My ROOM! Gaze upon the horror that is my personal living space! Bwa-ha-ha!! No. Okay. Terminally a complete dump, but d’you know, I like it that way. I haven’t cleaned it in ages. Flowered and blue wallpaper and pepto-bismol carpeting that could almost be considered shag carpet in some of the less-worn spots which are pretty much non-existent. White metal day bed in the corner under the windows with flowered curtains. Blue dresser and desk. Chair. Crappy cork shelves. A not walk-in closet. A navy curtain instead of a door, thank you mother, you slimy little git. (Just kidding, but really. I need a freaking door.) And clothes, old stuff, and lots and lots and lots of towels. One can never have too many towels. And Zaphod. Bloody stupid mouse.
I don’t do chores, as my family would have it. I think they’d notice if I actually didn’t do anything. Consequently, I get $3.50 a week. Please. You can’t buy a toothpick for $3.50. I possess far more than I would lead myself to believe, but nothing big. Just stuff. And books. And my iPod nano, which I love though it is being an Aristotle (rhyming slang, gotta love it) and won’t bleeding charge.
Clothes. I’m not big on clothes. Which isn’t to say I’m going to join a nudist colony, I just say, hey, it covers up the important bits, who cares if it’s from Aeropostale? God, you could buy a t-shirt for 50p and spray paint AERO on it and get exactly what some Aero nerd would shell out 30 bucks for. It bugs the crap out of me. I’m a sucker for Japanese Street fashion and would commit murder for a pair of rainbow armwarmers. (Not literally.) But, sadly, just about all of my clothes are these big, baggy, solid-coloured things that no one in their right mind would consider wearing. I try and make do. On any given day you’ll see me wearing one of my nicer t-shirts, extremely baggy navy or black trousers, a, I dunno, would you call it a hoodie? trainers, and my assortment of bracelets. Plus my glasses and maybe my school I.D.
Favourite things. I think bullets would do nicely for this
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- Books: Hitchhiker’s Guide, Eragon, Tolkien except LOTR, Discworld, Harry Potter, Princess Bride, Uncle John’s bathroom readers, MYST novels, satire, Series of Unfortunate Events, Holes, Ray Bradbury’s sci-fi stuff, etc.
- Music: Beatles, Queen, Meat Loaf, Jim Steinman, Springsteen, Journey, REM, L’arc~en~Ciel, Eagles, Barenaked Ladies, Warren Zevon, Jimmy Buffet, Coldplay, Monty Python Sings, Foreigner, Hootie and the Blowfish, They Might Be Giants, Tom Petty, and more but iTunes just froze so I can’t think of anything.
- Movies: Hitchhiker’s, Lilo and Stitch, Princess Bride, Monty Python, c’mon, I don’t know movies! Any comedy, pretty much. Except blatant American humour. Ick.
- TV: Hitchhiker’s, Doctor Who, Red Dwarf, Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends, Kids Next Door, Good Eats, Mythbusters, Whose Line is it Anyway, Fruits Basket, Full Metal Alchemist, Inuyasha, The Angry Beavers, etc.
- Video Games: MYST, Starship Titanic, Hitchhiker’s, Pokemon, Super Mario, sooper advanced Pitfall, Pac-Man, Dance Dance Revolution, Lemmings, Bejeweled, Collapse, Moraff’s, Mystic Towers
- People I would gnaw off my left arm at the elbow to meet: Geoff Mcgivern, David Tennant, Mark Wing-Davey, Sir Paul McCartney, ((happy 64th, Paul)) Rand Miller, RAWA, Robyn Miller, Stephen Fry, Sam Rockwell, and a whole host of other people.
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Alright, we’ve exhausted that. What else? Things I do. Fiddle with the computer, draw, read, fangirl, watch TV, listen to music, go out places, eat, sleep, breathe. Et cetera. I don’t do anything special on weekends or anything, just the usual. I’m in band, Alpha Art, a whole bunch of smart people things, half of which I don’t even know I’m in, drama club, and-do LiveJournal communities count?
Speaking of which, my LJ friends! There’s Regan who is sooper cool and froody and got me started on LJ. Hiiii Regan! And Taffy who’s awesome and random and just plain cool. And Manda who’s so Tennant-obsessed and awesome it’s scary. Orion, who, though I often have no idea what she’s talking about (sorry, heh ^_^;; ) is awesome. Jume who is amazingly random, which is spiffy. Meredith, who spams my f-list but in a good way. Kirke, who is one of the hoopiest froods I know. Tomiko, who totally has the best obsessions ever.
Just a random thing: I use chatspeak IRL. I.e. I say IRL IRL. I have no RL. Just FYI.
Alright, I’m in the homestretch now. What else? I’ve exhausted my supply of info. Oh, fine, I suppose I should mention Twinkle and Fritzi. I love Twinkle. She’s my sweetie. But Fritzi’s evil. Oh, and, yeah, they’re cats, by the way.
All right, I think I’m done. If you’ve read this far, good for you. There’s no way I would’ve made it to the end. Oh wait... apparently I would’ve. I’m confused again.
Mm, I'm done. Commeenntsszzz!! Comments make the world go 'round.
~Amy :)