Um... Yeah. Hi. I'm Echo... I'm a nerd, a dork, a lover of cats and sarcasm, and... Well... Books are basically the best things that have ever happened to humanity. Anyway, here's some useless stuff 'bout this lame kid My favorite color is: Green My best friend is a cat. (Human friends and people in general are scary). I'm homeschooled!!!! (Yay) I read mostly in a closet. My fingers are always moving, be it typing, or tapping or anything else. My family gets annoyed at me. Also, I'm the middle kid. (Less enthusiastic yay...) I have the bottom bunk I share with my sister... I can draw you a rough outline of the world. Just give me a pencil and some paper. Fellow Whovian and proud. I can be really offensive in my head, but my mouth is always shut. Introvert!!! I talk to myself because I've slightly lost it. I always think I talk way too much, when in reality I barely say anything. I have a hard time wraping my brain around human existence and sometimes I just stare off into space, wondering how I'm going to die. I am very morbid, (as seen above). I've written niney seven pages in a rough draft of a story before. "I mourn the death of fictional characters." Could not be more true for this lame kid. I hate Tuesdays. I've got a tiny friend pool. People are so scary! They have minds of their own!!! Wawa. Yes. Second home. As well as the local supermarket. I am the shortest one in my family, even though I'm two years older then my sister. //shot// starts to randomly sing the duck song* I've got imaginary friends. They like to insult me. But I talk to them anyway. Most common phrases I've been given, "shut up!" "You're so stupid" "nerd" "pleb" pleb? Seriously? Like the Roman peasants so to speak? In ROME? Like the Plebeians and Patriatians and everyone wanted to be a patritian because they were Royal and better off and stuff. Get your facts together. I am often forgotten about. The back seat is my sanctuary. My bed time is about 11:00 P.M... I go to sleep at around 3:45 A.M "Nobody thinks what I think." When I do talk, I am a grammar Nazi. I also hate when things are spelled wrong or it's the wrong word. Hates: "u" "r" "ur"... ARE YOUR FINGERS THAT LAZY THAT YOU CAN'T TYPE A FEW LETTERS MORE!!!???? ... sorry. Brown eyed brunette. So exotic. I am mostly Eastern European. Ja! I like flannels too much. Winter and fall are my two favorite seasons. I say "sorry" way too much. I know the difference between "to" and "too". :D "What's this... 'Emoji' you speak of..." ??? "Oh! The little faces? Is that what they're called? ... Oh." -Yours truly 2k16 There, they're, their. Know the difference. Of Monsters and Men, Twenty Øne Piløts, Mumford and Sons. I love those bands... Hahhhhhhh... Water is favorite beverage. Especially "Fiji Water"TM Very good. I hate Saturedays. I'm a bit (a lot) of a workaholic. I hate letting people down, even if it's over the most stupid thing My greatest fear is being forgotten or making people angry/upset/disappointed in me... And also crabs. I hate crabs. I also hate the oceans. And beaches... And sand... And the sun... My thesaurus is my best friend. I named it Edgar R.R. Austen I can get high on air with my sister, and we can laugh ourselves silly without even saying anything. My cat is my reading buddy. And by reading buddy, I mean she sits on my stomach and sheds everywhere. EVERYWHERE. I've worked at a library. I got to read a biography of John Quincy Adams. I get annoyed at my family's loudness. (My mother's side is very Italian... ... ... Help) I am NOT cut out for sports. I can write five hundred words in half an hour, maybe more words if I'm on a spree. I think of all boys are my brothers, because I have two and you kind of have to toughen up to "run with the big dogs" so to speak. I am female. Ummm... I used to have an ant farm. I don't know why you'd want to know that... Okay moving on. I really haven't had real, living, breathing, human friends since 2015. I've always been sort of alone save for my siblings and a few stragglers online. I have to debate for school. I've written the lines of a play for my school. Most of my feeble existence is spent on Microsoft Word. "The whiskers... They come from within." I've been writing ever since I can remember, when "was" was spelled "wuz" ahh, those were the days, yes? Curretnly working on a book. School is slowly crushing my mind and soul. I'm used to being used. I don't think very highly of myself. (What teenaged girl doesn't, honestly?) I'm usually wearing a huge black and grey scarf. I'm cold 24/7 (hence the need for my scarf) AND FINALLY, MY CAT SLEEPS ON ME. THANK YOU ALL SO VERY MUCH FOR READING THIS, I WILL SEE YOU LATER, PEACE OUT. |