Name: Meggi (aka Mysteri OusStranger)
Gender: Female and damn proud of it
Age: 19
Birthday: January 22, 1989; 11:03 a.m.
Eye color: Green
Hair color: Orange-red
Height: 5 feet 10 inches
Weight: 150lbs
Preferred nail polish: Black or dark, dark purple/ red
Favorite colors: Orange and Black
Trend: Elegant Gothic
Nationality: Caucasian-American (wannabe Japansese)
Personality: Flirty, fun, shy, quiet, the kind of girl who won't sit with anybody at lunch unless invited. I try to not be clingy, but end up making myself seem cold by doing so; I'm afraid I might annoy people. Don't get a lot of human contact, and like to be touched by my familiars. It takes me a long time to make new friends due to my shyness; it takes along for me to get comfortable with new people.
Favorite Soda: Pepsi
Favorite Holiday: Halloween
Least Favorite Holiday: Valentines Day
If I could live in/ visit any country I would choose: Japan or Australia, maybe Norway...
Hobbies: Reading, writing, drawing, watching anime/ movies, listening to music, playing videogames, daydreaming (lol), internet surfing, acting like a kid, knitting, cooking, standing in line at the grocery store and staring at people to make them uncomfortable (try it, it's fun. Works in an elevator too), sleeping, petting my cats, going camping/ boating, watching and laughing at old horror movies (like The Blob)... I also like blood. Lots and lot sof blood.
Favorite music: Alternative, Pop, Rock, Heavy Metal, Classical, Japanese music of almost any kind
MP3: Don't have or need one. I love my cds.
Sexuality: Asexual-Bisexual - I'm not usually attracted to anybody, but when I am, I'm attracted to both sexes, strongly favoring women. Get used to it, bitches. Gay people are like rabbits, we're covered in fluff, everywhere, and increasing in number.
Favored Presidential candidate: RALPH NADER!! I don't agree with much of McCain and Obama has become too famous. The President isn't supposed to be the equivalent of a king.
Relationship status: Single and always have been
Want kids?: Not sure. I know I don't want to have kids of my own, but I might want to adopt a little Chinese girl someday.
Languages spoken: English, forgotten French, basic Latin, self-teaching Japanese.
Things I hate: Spiders, crowds, loud noises, balloons (if someone threatens to pop one near me, I freak), snow, big-slobbery-crotch-sniffing dogs, the telephone, anacondas (regular snakes are fine, just not those ones)...
Things I want to do but never have: Go skinny dipping under the full moon, cuddle with somebody, kiss somebody (a REAL kiss), see a solar eclipse, see the sun at midnight, go swimming with dolphins, spend a weekend at a nudist camp...
Things I'm embarassed to admit I like/ do: Burping contests, watching the old Pokemon movies, doing homework in the grass (summer school isn't half-bad), talk to myself out loud, my honey and chocolate syrup fetish, get nightmares from modern day horror movies, sing loudly when no one's home, disassemble stuff (like old VCRs, radios, etc.), collect Pepsi cans, collect pennies from 1901 to the present, knee-board (I suck)...
Favorite saying: "Inspiration is a fickle bitch. Sometimes she whispers the greatest things since sliced bread, and sometimes you gotta spank the whore until she gives it up."
Dream Job: To own my own 24-hour bookstore/ cafe while writing my novels (it'd be a two story building and I'd live upstairs while the shop itself would be the ground floor).
What I want in a relationship: Most people want a love whose arms they can snuggle into, I want to be those arms. Someone slightly smaller than me, whose shoulder I can rest my chin upon while we watch the sunrise. When we wake, I want to wake her up with kisses and a nibble on her ear. When she cries, I want to be the one who holds her face and kisses those tears away. When she does something that she regrets, I want to share in that guilt. When she's tense and stressed, I want to massage her shoulders until she falls asleep.When we have a date, I want to purposely show up late just so that I can bring flowers to apologize and sing my love for her. When people give us odd or spiteful glances, I want to take her into my arms and kiss her fiercely; let the whole world see.
I want to smother and spoil her and make her feel like she's the most special person in the entire world. When she gets injured, I want to be the one that bandages the wound and kisses it better. I want to run my hands down her body and tell her that she has no flaws, and if she did, they'd only make her more beautiful, which is surely impossible.
I want to obey her every command and kiss her feet like a slave of passion. When she gets mad at me, I want to send her flowers every day until we see one another again. On Valentines Day, I want to send her 11 roses and give her the last one when we meet for our date. When we walk down the street, I want to be the one that walks closest to the curb, my arms wrapped firmly around her waist. I want to call her on every lunch break so that I can tell her that I love her and to thank her for making me feel human.
I want to take her swimming in the river and apply her sunscreen myself and be the one that dries her when we're tired and satisfied and chilled. I would swear to her that I would never look at another person in a romantic way, but if she wanted to flirt or date others, I'd freely lether do so. On the Fourth of July, I want to whisper in her ear to tell her that she's more dazzling that any firework could ever be.
When she's frightened, I want to be the one that quashes her fears, even if it's something that I'm afraid of too. I want her to tell me if I start acting possesive or controlling, because I don't want to ever hurt her. When we go to the movies, I want a drink with only one straw to share. I want to make dinner for her almost every night and serve myself as dessert just to see the blush on her face. If she sticks her tongue out at me I want to pull it into my mouth and smile at her squeal of surprise.
I'm a hopeless romantic (but don't tell anyone!).
To read my original works: www.fictionpress.com/~pickleeatingkangaroo
"I Will Follow You Into The Dark"
Love of mine some day you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me
"Son fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
Cause we'll hold each other soon
The blackest of rooms
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
Then I'll follow you into the dark
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