About Me

I'm a seventeen year old Wiccan Goth living in Western New York on Lake Erie, in a small white suburban village/town with a bunch of very close-minded relatives and the most loving, amazing immediate family I could want.

My high school is full of drug deals out of the lavatories, kids sneaking out to get high in the surrounding woods or to smoke across the street at the playground, kids getting the shit beaten out of them by the jocks, who of course never get in trouble and who'd love to see me dead for God knows what, teachers getting arrested for kiddie porn on their home computers and a lying, backstabbing jack-off of a principal.

I've been deemed an honorary officer of my Gay-Straight Alliance because I put in as much work as the officers but never run to be one, I take both Spanish (going into my sixth year for college credit) and French (going into my third year), I have a gift for math and science, although I hate them sometimes, a passion for reading and writing and a hatred for most of my teachers, although there are a choice few I adore.

I have a 'large' group of friends, although some of them are total assholes sometimes, and some of them I simply cannot stand for days on end (I stay friends with them because any one of them would die for me, without my having to ask), and those who have crossed me have been made to pay one way or another.

I am a genuinely nice and honest person, so if you ask my opinion, I'll give it to you, but I won't be malicious unless I don't like you. I have a fierce temper and I almost feel sorry for the fool who unleashes it, because I have very little control over my mouth and fists as it is, to upset me is to release that little bit of control.

I am extremely intelligent, and don't have time to waste on stupid bigots or any of the obnoxious and disturbing individuals who inbox or comment me to ask me out. If you want a relationship, find a real person who you haven't first spoken with on a website, leave me alone! Literally four or five different guys in the past month or so have harassed me in one way or another, asking to be my boyfriend and offering to fly here. Now, I think I'm pretty, if you disagree, too bad for you, don't give a shit, but I don't think that I'm pretty enough to have a guy fly here from fucking Tennessee or Japan just to meet me in person, and to offer is just deranged. I hate Internet relationships and dating, and I hate cyber-stalkers even more.

I plan on going to college in New York City, and attending grad school in London, England in order to obtain my Ph.D. in Psychology and eventually open my own practice, hopefully in London. I don't like the way the United States is going about doing things, and I don't like living here anymore. I used to be truly proud to be an American, but in recent years, in light of the way my government is handling the world's crises, I am no longer.

What I Like

I love to read, mostly Anne Rice and Stephen King, don't inbox or comment me about how much you hate either, I said I like them, not that you had to, I am very talented at writing both essays and short stories, guess which one I prefer, haha, short stories, of course! And I love poetry, especially Edgar Allen Poe. Yes he was insane, and a drug addict, but then again, so was Lewis Carroll, the man who wrote Alice in Wonderland, and that's a fucking Disney Classic now! So who cares, right? I have a passionate appreciation and love for the Fine Arts. My favorite paintings tend to be oil paintings, I love the texture and life they seem to have. My favorite would have to be Van Gogh, although I simply adore Monet as well. And I feel I must set the story straight about Van Gogh: Lead was in paint during his life, so it stands to reason that a painter might end up with lead poisoning, right? And what's a symptom of lead poisoning? Ringing in the ears. So what does a crazy man do when he can't stop the ringing in his ears, which is making him more crazy? He chops off his ear and proceeds to fall into a deep depression that ends with him committing suicide in a wheat field, that's what! Bottom line, Van Gogh didn't cut off his ear to give to a lover, he cut it off because he couldn't stop his ear from ringing, so he went to a drastic measure and cut it off, and guess what? No more ringing!

I am an anime freak! I grew up watching Sailor Moon every single morning before school, I was absolutely obsessed. And then I discovered fucking Gunddam Wing! Are you kidding me, I was in fucking love! And then there were a countless slew of them, including DragonBall Z, yada yada yada, and then Pokemon for a short while, until I realized the damn storyline was repeating with every passing season, and then I discovered that American companies and their greed had just killed it. But there was still Digimon, and then Yu-Gi-Oh, and oh my God! Cartoon Network's Adult Swim added a whole shitload of anime to their line-up, and every Saturday morning, there's anime on the local channels for me to get my fix, I'm in absolute heaven! Yeah, I said I was a freak, didn't I? I even play the videogames, not just the ones tied to anime series, any and all RPGs from Japan, and collect Yu-Gi-Oh cards to this day. I just bought a pack the other day, actually.

What I Hate

I hate bigots. Chances are, if you are, you don't know what that word means. A bigot is a person who is prejudiced towards a group of people whom they judge based on stereotypes and bad personal experiences, such as racists, homophobes, anti-Christians, so on and so forth. Yes, I am Wiccan. No, I don't hate every single Christian who has ever walked the face of the Earth. And I hate it when people jump on that bandwagon that all Christians are these awful people. Obama's a Christian, Nelson Mandella's a Christian, my dad's a Catholic. See, all three of them are very liberal, accepting people, so they don't fit that stereotype that all Christians are Republican douches. I don't like people who are mean and judgmental of others based on falsehoods and lies about any or all of the groups of people they may fall into. It's just not right.

Rap and hip-hop music are awful. The lyrics are so ridiculously sexist and applaud the mistreatment of women and grown men pretending to be straight-up gangstas, yo, whilst they're driving their Bentleys about Beverly Hills! It's a ridiculous facade, meant to boost the egos of small-minded men needing to compensate for something. . . gee, I wonder what it is that they're compensating for? I don't care if you like rap, that's fine, but don't force it upon me, I hate it, and I would never force my own musical tastes upon anyone else, so I expect the same respect from others.

The rich upper class citizens who make those they give to feel as though they should gravel at their feet for giving them literally less than one percent of their money every few years, as though they shouldn't be helping those in need. My question to you is: Why the hell should you NOT be helping those in need? What kind of sick fuck flaunts their money and power in the faces of those who struggle to survive every single day? Again, wrong, and just plain cruel. If you're going to give to some kind of charity, give not only your money, but your time and love, or don't bother giving at all. It's not a gift if you want some sort of adoration for it. Some of us actually give because we care, and if you don't care, you're just part of the problem and your money is basically worthless.