Greetings oh bored fanfiction readers! I'm a loud mouthed, out spoken, extroverted, teenage boy! Hmmm... where to begin in regards to myself? Ah yes, of course! My life is a secluded, comfy wonderland that features little to no thrills. And this is severly disagreeable to a man of the tender age of 15 (though soon to be 16 on September 3rd). So, what do I find to do with all my loads of excess free time? Write, draw, play video games, terrorize the normals with my friends, drink and do drugs. And how can you blame me? Were you to be in my town, live in my house, and hang around the same people day after day, life would get tedious indeed. While California (my current residency) is rife with colorful characters and interesting locations, it seems that these good traits have been passed over my town. Thankfully though we have San Francisco not more than 20 minutes away, Berkley less than 30 and Santa Cruz only an hour. And much to the irritation of all stereotype haters, I'm a vegetarian, have an impossible tan, have long, wavy, sundrenched/chlorine soaked surfer hair (even though it's not blonde) and oh! how can I possibly forget about my bizarre surfer accent! Though come winter time of course the tan will be gone, the accent will have slightly dissipated and my hair will be completely brunette. Such is California. Don't be afraid to drop me an 'email' through...well... my email. I'm very nice actually (or am I?). Now, to make you laugh at me (though I'm sure you've been doing that for the past minute or two), Me:"Me, myself and I... that's like, 3 different people!" Friend: "Okay so, on a scale of 1-10 what would you rate Big Fish?" Me: "I have Cherokee blood in me, meaning I have an excellent sense of direction!" |