Biography

Ahaha, I have finally gotten up off of my butt (or rather, sat down on it. . .) and typed up a Bio for myself!

So. I am Ramen. Or Hairball. Or Duckie. Or Carpet-faced Bagel Girl Toadie. Or. . .just about any nickname you can come up with. I'm somewhere between the ages of 2 and 31, I am female, and I have no life. Someday I would like to get a job at National Geographics as a journalist/photographer, chase a tornado, go skydiving, eat bubblewrap, work in a coffee shop in a big rainy city somewhere, wear argyle socks, ride a dolphin, go hanggliding, be the lead in a play, own a fennec fox, go on a three month hike along some very remote mountain range, live in a cave, eat chocolate-covered grasshoppers, travel to Ireland, spend a day in an exotic place where no one speaks my language and go to a Giant House of Yarn, among about a thousand other things.

I only speak English, I'm a terribly obsessed anime fan, I'm afraid of the dark, spiders, being alone, aliens, gritty, sticky things on the soles of my feet and chickens, I've never won anything from a randomly drawn contest, I'll never know my IQ because I don't want to, I've never had grits before, I chew my fingernails, I've never had an operation, Ramen is my comfort food, I can't live without milk, I have the tendancy to be the anti-Happy Medium and I love cheap town carnivals because of their sinfully-greasy, turn-you-into-a-solid, once-in-a-lifetime hamburgers and fries for $2.65.

I have the tendancy to see life as a book going on before my eyes. Every now and again I'll get the impression that I'm the mad scientist beyond the glass that has the pad of paper, huge cokebottle-glases and creepy, bushy hair that records everything everyone else is doing inside of the glass. I'll record how they react to things, what happened to them, when their aunt's birthday is, and then feel proud because I know. I mentally make lists of all of the bad traits of everybody I know and then love them to death for them, because they're so unique.

And did I mention I like ramen?

Well, I do. It's really unhealthy, really easy to make and really good.

I can't cook for the life of me, I'm a failure at all things that fall under the 'female domestics' category, I have the tendancy to be rather lazy and self-indulgent and I complain about my height (or lack there of) a lot. I dance in the rain and splash through puddles, I stay up until 5:30 in the morning nitpicking my artwork, my dog is the dumbest thing that ever cursed the face of the Earth and I love my siblings and school.

I've never been to the East coast, but I've been to England and Germany. I really, really want a New Zealand accent. I'm a techno-junky-geek, every now and again I'll say 'lol' and never in all of the years in my life have I figured out how to properly return a phonecall.

So. . .there you have it! That's the 404 on me.

. . .err. . .the. . .401. . .411. . .aww, screw it, 404 sounds better.