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Greetings, human life forms.
The name is Emmy. The birth certificates reads that my age is fifteen but I'm pretty sure the robots were lying to me. I think I'm really five years old. Truly.
Music just so happens to be a big part of my life. I'm currently learning piano and guitar. I would be no where without my iPod, it's gotten me through so much when my friends weren't there.
Everyone tells me I wear my heart on my sleeve. And I ask them, "what heart?"
Gonna be honest here, I don't really care what you think of me. C: Many people have told me their opinions of me. Know what? Suck it. Kay. I'm living my own life, in my own style.
I have automatonophobia, which is the fear of ventriloquist's dummies, animatronic creatures, and puppets. It is probably the biggest fear I have, other than the arachnophobia that happens to posses me too.
I have OCD to the point where when I find something I like, I have to do it all the time. That is why they call it Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. It is also why, if you find me not updating, I have probably fallen in love with something and cannot tear myself away to update. I wish I could fix this, but it is out of my control.
My brain can make a sexual reference out of anything. And I usually always blurt it out. Another thing that's out of my control.
I'm allergic to grass. Extremely unfortunate for a soccer player.
I was born on April 17th 1994. Which means I'm a Aries rooster. Yeah, I know, you're jealous. I'm half ram, half rooster, one/forth Swedish.
I likey da sarcasm. I speak it even more fluently than English, which I often have trouble with. Don't ask, I don't know. It seems I like to speak more like Yoda than an actual human being. I'm sure one day my Jedi brother and sisters will whisk me away to my home universe.
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