Charlotte, sixteen, southern California.
Anime nerd? Perhaps. I don't like being called a fangirl, because I use it pejoratively myself, but I have to admit that I can be quite insane about things I shouldn't be insane about sometimes. One being anime and manga, though not so much as a whole - just select series that I find particularly intriguing.
I find it difficult to concentrate on certain interests; at the moment, I'm juggling a full-blown mad insane Tennis no Oujisama obsession, a Bleach fixation, and an odd mania for writing obsessively in Japanese all over my homework assignments and notes (For the record, I'm not Japanese, and am equally disturbed as you over the fact that I can write in it). My favorite language is Latin because it's dead, I'm learning it at school, and its deadness means that I don't actually have to speak it.
My anime and manga OTP's are Tezuka/Fuji, Renji/Byakuya, Ichigo/Rukia, Yuushi/Ran, Soubi/Ritsuka, Youji/Asuka, Ishida/Orihime, and Gin/Rangiku. Most yaoi pairings do not compute. I say most, because to say all would be to lie (Do you follow Tenipuri for the tennis? Do you?). I am usually a canon whore, though I make exceptions. Also, I worship Fujimiya Ran. This is a very, very, very prominent aspect of my personality.
I think in four languages.
I'm lazy, petty, selfish, and occasionally nutty. I dislike emo culture, love the color black, and hate it when people assume that I'm depressed. I am a fucking happy go lucky little chipmunk, okay? LOOK at it. Embrace your goddamn inner HAPPY.
I also swear. This confuses people, as apparently I don't look like the type of person that would ... swear. Well, now you know - I have quite the potty mouth. Also, I am pessimistic, nihilistic, and atheist. That means I like invisible pink unicorns, I think.
I have no idea what I'm talking about. I usually don't. Oh, and I'm paranoid. Which means you + your neighbor = conspiracy. I am deathly afraid of sharp objects.
I like cheesy music. I would embrace a poppy boy band revival with open arms. Rap is not music. My life is consumed by music - and rap does not qualify. (Also, your emo bands? They can't sing. The poppy boy bands can't either, but at least their lyrics don't make little children cry for humanity.)
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