![]() Hello everyone! Greetings from the Great White North, or the The Queen's Backyard, or The Land of Cougars(teehee...oops sorry momser)...you get the picture. Since you clicked on this I might as well give you something to read. Here goes. My name is Moira, a junior high school student from(or hopelessly stuck in as of the moment)Ontario, Canada. I'm one quarter Italian, one quarter Irish, one half Korean, and a whole lot of weird(gosh, was that a recipe or what?) Also, I'm into writing, movies, ice sports(yes, even curling), listening to any type of music audible to the human ear(and some that aren't), strange winter food, morning legwork( to improve my breathing, as I have asthma...*sniff*), and tough-looking but soft-on-the-inside boys(there are three in my class, which makes it a hard pick...let's see...bleached blond or jet black?). I also like to sketch outdoors, consume copious amounts of "cabin" food, tune out during History class, and flush skunks out of the undergrowth whenever I'm out camping with my friends(makes me wonder why we're still friends). I consider myself an optimist(sort of...la-dee-daa), but I'm definitely a looney shipper and a person who believes life gets better with age(it sure helps to be a loooooong way from it...) My Tumblr: www.moirashipsclato.tumblr.com My Deviantart: www.clove97.deviantart.com Now for the eye torture(gwahahaha!): ME IN FORTY-FIVE CUES Height: 5'6 1/2 Hair color: Sometimes black, sometimes dark auburn, and assorted hues on Halloween Status: Boggled by the mysteries of ninth grade Color: Midnight blue, iron gray, jungle green, pancake yellow Hair style: Barettes, braids, horsetails, wool curls, as long as it doesn't get into my face Food: Korean cuisine like Chajang Myun(veggies and noodles in bean paste) or Soondaeguk(stewed pork sausages) and northern European mainstays like Quick Cassoulet(which isn't quick at all) and the infamous Dublin Coddle(or Belfast Coddle to be fairo) Animal: If it's furry and it flips, it's for me. Movies: Titanic, A Hard Day's Night(I'm a beatnik born decades late), Marat/Sade, The Hunger Games, Harry Potter series, The Princess Diaries, Suspiria, The Piano(love Anna Paquin!), The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Predators, Let Me In, Phoebe In Wonderland, 500 Hundred Days Of Summer(which made me cry from laughter one minute and sadness the next, something that doesn't come easy for me)Gone With the Wind, How To Steal A Million(who knew Peter O'Toole had been HOT once upon a time! Breath Moira, breath...), Kagemusha, Ondine and the list goes on(boy, does it ever)... TV shows: Fringe, How I Met Your Mother(Neil Patrick Harris rocks!), Grey's Anatomy, American Idol, Gossip Girl(not this season though brrrr...), Kingdom Hospital, Harper's Island, Doctor Who, The Outer Limits, Millennium, Smallville, Game of Thrones, Naruto, Bleach, Hunter X Hunter, Cowboy Bebop, Beck...and the list goes on. Books: The Hunger Games Trilogy(duh!), Harry Potter Series(to those who compare THG to HP, they're apples and oranges 'kay?), The Wind-up Bird Chronicle, Never Let Me Go, Watership Down, His Dark Materials Trilogy(take two on the films anyone?), House Of Leaves, The Lovely Bones, Neverwhere, Through the Looking Glass, Demeter and Me, Jane Eyre(at first no, lately YES!), Atonement, The Diary Of Anne Frank and the list goes on(there's no end to it, actually). Fictional people of choice: Cato and Clove(double duh!), Katniss Everdeen, Hermione Granger, Robbie Turner(I still mourn him come Shrove Thursday, dunno why), Severus Snape(him too), Scarlet O'Hara, Choi Dongyi(wiki it and you'll discover a masterpiece in Asian historical drama, kinda Tudors-ey sans the steamy interludes and the bed scenes), Luna Lovegood, Lyra Belacqua, Iorek Byrnison(OK, he's an oversized ice bear with advanced communication skills but come on, he's got more personality than say, Donald Trump or David Letterman.), Susie Salmon, Margaret Lea, Lady Door and the list...(*sigh*) Non-fictional people of choice: My parents and two sisters, and all my relatives(triple duh!) Jude Law(I'm fanning myself), Sir Ian McKellen(my super-oldie crush forever), Cam Gigandet(I'm hyperventilating), Alexander Ludwig(I'm melting), Saoirse Ronan, Han Hyo Joo, Isabelle Fuhrman(the perfectest teen actress around, go Isabelle!), John Lennon, Rain, Tarja Turunen, Amy Lee, Suzie Collins, Joanne Rowling and the...(*sigh and sigh*) Music: Is it beautiful when played AND read off a sheet? Then it's got me. Songs: Ever Dream, Ghost Love Score(the most epic song in modern history, I think, give it a listen and you'll agree), Poison Oak, Arise, Sa Mo, You Can't Say, Landlocked Blues, Goodbye Space Cowboy, Safe and Sound, Back To December, Sleeping Sun, Brick By Boring Brick, Us, Hero, Jesus Of Suburbia, Bohemian Rhapsody, Hey Jude(Law...?), Una Palabra, Ave Maria, Lejla, Ghost Of A Rose, Streets Of London, Windmills, Selenite, Opus, Seirios, Wait It Out, Stairway To Heaven, Dance With My Father(who passed away last year...I dunno, it made me love the song more), Building A Mystery, Where and...(*catches breath*) Band/artist: Blackmore's Night, Flyleaf, Carlos Varela, Carlo Santana, Paramore, Jang Na Ra, Mai Yamane, The Smiths, The Doors, Bright Eyes, Coldplay, Nightwish(Tarja Era), Epica, Evanescence(then), Imogen Heap, Regina Spektor, ACDC, Led Zeppelin(yeeee...retro!), The Beatles, Rurutia(I'd recommend her to anyone), Hari Mata Hari, Plumb, ANGELA, NICO Touches the Walls, Mahatma Brandy et cetera(haha, see? There ARE a splurge of ways to write something). Music or internet? Can't live without both. Dogs or cats? Felines, because they're spoiled little hobgoblins. White or black? Umm, isn't this racist? Curly or straight? If my hair would kink up, I'd take curl. Problem is, my hair's as straight as Dwayne Johnson(or is it? Hmmm...maybe him and Cena...). Corded or cordless? Phones, cordless. Newborn babies, corded. School or work? School IS work! What do I do in my spare time? Write loads of stuff. In short, I have no spare time. What's my usual clothing style? Layered antifashion, ala Stranger Than Paradise. All hail Jim Jarmusch! Who would I die for? My family and loved ones(all together now: AAAWWWW...XDDD) Do I resemble anyone famous? You tell me. Am I related to anyone famous? Neil Armstrong. Seriously. Do I think I'm hot? Absolutely. Do other people think I'm hot? Absolutely not. What year was I born in? 1997. Ever been on a blind date? Yup. It was on a new moon in the middle of a blackout. What's my fave summer pastime? Hitting the beach hoping to get to know Mr. Skin. Cancer, that is. What's my biggest pet peeve? Tall people bragging about being tall. Tanned or pale? A cross between the two. The equation would be: Uma ThurmanEvan Rachel Wood=High-Breed. What do I have on my mind right now? Kissing Johnny Depp while kissing Jude Law while kissing Alex Ludwig(Wheeze attack! Where's my damn inhaler?! HUGE INHALE. Turns to Johnny/Jude/Alex. Ummm, where were we?) What time is it? It's time to KICK SOME CHAUVINIST BUTT! Do I want to be an adult? I'm stiiilll undecided. I mean, Peter Pan's not doing too bad, is he? Did I ever laugh when a situation was deadly serious? When one of my uncles got nabbed for DUI. Really, that was a two-hundred odd-pound man doing arabesques on a freeway shoulder in a Princess Tutu imitation. It's either crack up or die. To my credit, I was six and had my entire life ahead of me. Does school make students smart or immature? Smartly immature. Would I cheat on my lover over a celebrity who's interested in me? YES! YES! YES! If it's Jude Law. Even if I end up back on the rack for a nanny*wails*. What's the most sexiest feature on my face? Huh? Do I know what halitosis is? Halitosis is a form of weaponized gas that puts people under without any need for swinging pendants and magic rhymes. Operates on a person-to-person or person-to-crowd basis. Except a crowd can decide to maul you for dishing out biological warfare pre-Armageddon. And most likely they would. And it WILL hurt. When I'm angry, what would I do? Throw things, break china, kill several blocks worth of Homo Suburbius, burn neighborhoods to cinders, plant bombs down Forest Hill(they've had it coming since the glaciers turned to slush), shoot Carl Hall Road clear of pedestrians with a .357 Mongoose...all in the space of one Fanfic. Am I the low-profile type but is ultimately talented inside? I SO wish that was true. What if I happen to know the exact date when I'm going to die? I'd knock myself upside the head with a cosh so I'll forget. Am I the notorious type but kind inside? Not for me to say. Oh, for God's sake, I'll say it anyway. YES! I'm not! TEN RANDOM FACTS 1. I spent most of my childhood in Wexford, Ireland, where I learned whacked-out(and hysterical) stuff like eating a dozen boxty pancakes in one sitting, and the high art of lash 'em thrash 'em on the carmogie pitch. 2. My playground nickname was "shwep", which is a very short way to say, "that little spastic who botches a three -foot header off a goalpost." Literally it means I'm prone to embarrassing myself. Ugh. 3. I dislike kimchi(soured Korean greens) almost as much as I dislike nettle soup(or nettles for that matter). 4. I have a thing for words that don't read the way they're said(for example, 'mhaoldomnaigh' teehee...Tolkien had a thing for that too). 5. I'm allergic to cats but absolutely adore them for some reason. 6. I'm no holds barred in love with the Cato/Clove pairing from THG. O 7. I can't get enough of marshmallows and cream of tartar in any desert. I put them everywhere! 8. I'm deathly afraid of spiders and being stuck somewhere else when a loved one dies. 9. I heart climbing trees and staying up for hours(not as long as Rue or Katniss would, though.o). 10. I'm a darts addict! Darts! Darts!(why hasn't anyone tried dart throwing as a legit Hunger Games fighting style? That'll be really fun.-) THE RULE OF NINE I love the number nine because it's made up of three threes divisible by three. If that's not lucky, nothing is. So here are...*drum roll please* Nine things that used to scare me(by the way, some of them still do): 1. The horn of an oncoming train, especially when it's raining. We used to live near the tracks when I was in kindergarten and the drawn out Doppler tooooot just gave me the utter shivers. Once I even tried scrambling out of the car just so I could get away from that creeepy chorus and got a screeching earful from my mom. Nowadays, not so much. I only relapse when I skip lunch. 2. Skeletons in the closet(not the figurative type, mind you), storybook ghouls(especially the tongue-munching Irish variety that lives off of virgin MALE blood), the man-eating lion of Chabunkwa(my sack trip went KIA for a night after reading that...that...irresponsible publication of a so-called true story, by Reader's Digest, no less...), leprechauns, faceless medical workers out of Silent Hill, ogres(Shrek's exempt), and folktale uglies the Celts used to scare their littluns with to Leth and back. When Frank McCourt said the Irish didn't always go for the rod, he wasn't referring to occasional flubs into healthy parenting. 3. Pointless repetition and/or memorization by rote. 4. The inevitable onset of PMS(my mom did a riot job at foreshadowing). 5. Confined spaces and shadowy enclosures(I was borderline claustrophobic going into third grade, and it took an afternoon trapped inside a dumb waiter to cure the dratted thing). 6. Total humiliation in front of the lacrosse team, our coaches, and three sets of packed bleachers. Never got over that. Never will. 7. Our head deacon during Sunday school. Him:"You lied about being sick last week Moira, and you could fall into hell for that." Glop-eyed little Me:B-b-b-but...can I say goodbye to my mommy and daddy first?"(For the record, I did lie about being sickXDDD). 8. Asparagus-flavored Trick Or Treat "candies." 9. Freddie Krueger(the prince of my nightmares until I turned eight and finally buried him with Croakey the Vermillion Anteater and my mom's Wes Craven polaroids). Nine things that scare me now: 1. Stevie Harper's personal stylist. God, why isn't she fired yet? Hint: Emperor's New Clothes! His wardrobe is waxing crappy but voila, it's really not because he's the Emperor and he's the trendsetter so all the men should wear mismatched ties and non-fitting suits lest they get crucified on some snowed-over roadside. Hello? Your style is making the naked podium walk look fashionable. 2. Trauma as a result of blunt, hammering objects(guh, bones splintering into pretzel-ey fragments*shudder*cringe*). Yah I would prefer a claymore over a cosh if I had to choose! Bring on the angry Scotsman missing his loose change! I'll take him on!. 3. Losing my right hand(it's my drawing hand and my knitting hand) and going down the deep end trying to learn how to sketch with my left, my mouth or my toes. Hey, that worked for some people, but I don't think I'll have enough patience or attitude to pull it off. 4. Arachnids and anything with eight or more hairy, skittering, twitching legs. It's my one childhood phobia that's about a million parsecs from skedaddling. 5. French horror movies(or Le Horreur to the Québécoise). They're edgy, they're visceral, and they pack all the stopping power of a ma deuce. I dare anyone to watch Diabolique, Sheitan, Blood Mallory or Saint Ange without the mandatory gooseflesh breakout. 5. Having postpartum loonies when(and if ever) I marry and have my first mini-me. My mom didn't handle it so well, or so she digresses. Define didn't handle so well? Umm, entertaining thoughts of strangling my eight month old self with her violin's E-string. For a record two weeks. Then her sanity came huffing back, more or less...but still, having to withstand impulses to commit infanticide must've been scary with a big S. 6. Getting what I want when I don't want it anymore. 7. Discovering that I'm too eccentric stepping into the college circuit(but I've probably shed some of the freakiness out when I actually do, haha) and becoming an understudy in chronic misfit complex. o 8. Measha Brueggergosman. I mean, she doesn't walk into an event, she sets it on fire. Saving grace: loved her guesting on Murdoch Mysteries. 9. Getting stuck in a messy, dysfunctional and emotionally draining relationship. |
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