So, today I was putting off my chemistry homework, and it suddenly occurred to me that I haven’t updated my profile in, well years. I think I wrote my last one when I was 14. Two years is a lot of time for things to change. So, its safe to say an update was long overdue.

So here we go. About me:

There are a lot of words that could be used to describe me, not all of them particularly flattering. I guess it depends on who you ask.

According to my younger brother I am…

A perpetual pain in the ass…

Competitive to the point of insanity…

And totally proud of it…

According to my parents I am…

Probably the single most stubborn person you’ll meet in you entire life…

Someone who works entirely too hard to be extremely lazy…

And proud as hell to be a living, breathing, example of an oxymoron…

According to my friends I am…

Sarcastic…

Sadistic…

And insane…

Don’t I have lovely friends…?

And according to me I am…

All of the above…

And downright ecstatic about it!

More about me (In case I haven’t bored you to tears already)

Sports: I’m primarily a competitive swimmer, but I’m also obsessed with practically every other kind of water sport imaginable. (Except water polo. You wouldn’t know it from watching those Olympians in their cute little swim caps and Speedo’s, but man, is that a brutal sport. It’s right up there with hockey and football, except without the benefit of being able to put your feet on solid ground.) Other than that though, I’m down with anything. Skiing, knee-boarding, boating, tubing, diving, swimming… You name it, I’ve tried it. Though I’ve never been wind surfing before, I’ll have to put that on my ‘to do’ list. And yes, I’ve been fishing. But no, that is not a sport. I don’t care how many people out there say it is, gutting a worm, throwing it in the water, and sitting on your ass waiting for some poor fish to take the bait is not a form of exercise. Unless you’re fishing for sharks or something, in which case I really hope you don’t get your arm bitten off…

Music: I listen to everything. Except 70s Grunge. That’s my one exception. I grew up listening to my dad’s old grunge eight-tracks (yes eight-track, scary right?) and as a result I absolutely hate anything related to that era and genre. Sorry, if you’re a grunge fan. I just don’t quit see the melody involved in screaming at the top of your lungs and pounding drums like there’s no tomorrow. Sorry, I just don’t.

Ok, as for music I do like, like I said, pretty much everything else. On my ipod I have everything from Linkin Park to Taylor Swift, Green day to Natasha Bedingfield, Evanescence to Goo Goo Dolls. I got a David Cook CD the other day and I’ve been listening to that a lot lately. I don’t care who thinks he’s gay, there’s no denying he’s got a great voice. Lets see, I also like KT Tunstall, Lifehouse, Nickelback, 3 Doors Down, P!nk, Paramore, Switchfoot, Incubus, Bon Jovi… The list goes on and on. You get the idea, right?

Random: I’m double jointed in my thumbs. I freak everyone I meet out by popping both my thumbs out at odd angles and telling them my hands got injured in a car crash. Then when they lean in to see, I pop my thumb back and make a swipe at thin air. Actually, I only did that once, but it was friggin hilarious. You should have seen how far that poor guy jumped.

Also, I used to have a fifth bump on my back molar. Most people’s teeth just have four bumps, but mine had a fifth one, until my dentist decided to hack it off at any rate. He said it was because it was screwing up my bite or some other crap like that, but I honestly couldn’t care less about having a perfectly symmetrical smile, I just kind of miss having a little bump on my back tooth that I could run my tongue over when I get bored. Hmmmphhh… Stupid Dentist… Now I’ll have to come up with some other form of entertainment in History class.

Writing: Though I’d like to think I’m capable of writing things on a bit more of an emotional level, what you’ll mostly find from me on this site is fluff, humor, and the occasional bit of drama. My first multi-chapter fic ever is James Potter: The Mastermind, which I wrote about a year ago. It is the absolute epitome of rot-your teeth fluff. In fact, I think if you read it, it will incinerate your teeth. Since then, I’ve moved on to things on a bit of a less corny level, or at least I hope I have, but they’re all still fairly lighthearted and fun. I’m not that into angst. I like reading it and everything, but I’m not particularly good at writing it. It gets me all depressed, so then I go and eat a chocolate bar or something, and when I come back to my computer screen I’m too sugar high to concentrate. I’m still working out a few kinks in that system…

Well, that’s about all I have to say. If you’ve gotten this far without falling asleep, I congratulate you! Now all that’s left to do is to read my equally long and insanely rambly fics!

Oh, and don’t forget to review. I’m an absolute review-aholic. I think I might need help…

Peace Out Guys!

~DobbyRoxMySox