Hmmm... where to start where to start. I know! First let me tell any of you out there with interest to know that I am not by any definition an artist. The last thing I drew in its entirety scarred my sister for life, which despite being funny at the time is now not so amusing as I reluctantly recieve monthly therapy bills.
With my art dreams abandoned and lacking any skills whatsoever in art's sworn enemy of mathematics, I was forced to turn to the often overlooked and even more often disregarded academic leftovers: writing. But my parents can't be right, can they? There's money and fame to be had in the written word, right? I mean Poe...died a delirious, lonely man...erm...but Twain! Twain was hugely popular and...was horribly depressed, to the point where he welcomed death in public....
Well. I'm screwed.
Current Residence: USA! USA!
Favourite genre of music: Alternative rock. Alternative paper and scissors optional.
Favourite photographer: Todd. He got a picture of Mew, for Pete's sake
Favourite style of art: love anime-ish style. Also insanely surreal stuff
Operating System: XP. Currently down to only 1 virus. HECK YEA!
MP3 player of choice: Well I have an iPod so lets go with that, mmk?
Shell of choice: Sea. Yay nice sounds!
Wallpaper of choice: Neon green so I can scare the neighbors
Skin of choice: my own. Preferrably still on my living body
Favourite cartoon character: Eric Cartman/ Sideshow Bob
Personal Quote: "the early worm dies"