Author has written 2 stories for Fruits Basket, and Lost In Blue.
Did I mention I'm hopeless at this sort of thing?
My Name: Caramiriel, obviously. What? My real name? Nuh-uh, sorry, can't tell you that!
My Age: I'd tell you... but then I'd have to kill you, and to be honest, I really can't be bothered right now.
My Birthday: See above. (Clue: I'm exactly 8 days older than Omamori, so if you figure hers out...)
Likes: Reading, writing (if i have a good idea, which isn't often), drawing, manga/anime, chocolate, Lord of the Rings, hanging out with my friends.
Dislikes: Sprouts, courgettes, people who think they know what's good for me, Citizenship/sex education lessons, bullies, the colour pink. Wow, that's a lot.
Fave colour: Pale/mint green (which happens to be the colour of my bedroom!)
Fave characters: Umino Iruka (Naruto); Ootori Kyoya (Ouran HSHC); Cinna (The Hunger Games); Legolas (Lord of the Rings-what? You're surprised?); Sohma Yuki (Fruits Basket); Gnash (Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles: Ring of Fates...think I'll abbreviate that next time!).
Appearance: Short. I mean, really short. Darkish green eyes, brown/blonde hair to my shoulders, freckles. No fashion sense. At all. Whatsoever.
Personality: Bookworm. Usually I come off as "introverted", but that's because the people who decided that aren't my friends, so I don't talk to them. Savvy? Anti-social, according to my mother. I call it being a teenager. (Shit, that narrows my age down a bit, doesn't it?) A little insane, very random. That's me!
An apple a day keeps the doctor away, if well aimed.
An apple a day keeps the doctor away. An onion a day keeps everyone away.
Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine.
I'm not always a dork- sometimes I'm asleep.
I'm not insensitive, I just don't care.
A good girl is just a bad girl who's never gotten caught.
I called your boyfriend gay and he hit me with his purse.
Very few personal problems can't be solved through suitable application of high explosives.
If at first you do succeed, try not to look too astonished.
Never do anything you don't want to explain to the paramedics.
The cops never find it as funny as you do.
Taste the rainbow - Eat CRAYONS!
There are three types of people: those who can count, and those who can't.
I ran with scissors - and lived!
Slinky + Escalator = Endless fun!
Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, "Where the heck is my ceiling?"
Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, "I'm too old for glow in the dark stickers."
Worst excuse for not turning in homework: I couldn't find anyone to copy it from.
He who laughs last thinks slowest.
The number of people watching you is directly proportional to the stupidity of your action.
When everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.
I'm not a complete idiot - some parts are missing.
Sometimes I wonder, "Why is the frisbee getting bigger?" Then I get hit in the face.
I see regular people! Run for your lives!
A secret admirer is only a stalker with stationary.
People are like slinkies; basically useless, but ever so amusing to watch fall down stairs.
I would be more scared if you were aiming for the person next to me.
What you call stupidity, I call selective understanding.
I'm not so good with the advice. Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?
Oops! Did my sarcasm hurt your feelings?
If two wrongs don't make a right, try three.
I intend to live forever...so far so good.
Embrace the inner rebel - don't sit up straight.
You're awesome... but when the zombies come, I'm tripping you.
Smile; it makes people wonder what you're up to.
When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep - not screaming, like the passengers in his car.
Whoever said nothing was impossible never tried to slam a revolving door.
From the moment I picked your book up until I laid it down, I convulsed with laughter. Someday I intend on reading it.
Life isn't passing me by; it's trying to run me over.
Shit happens. But don't worry, shit usually only happens to me.
Star Wars never really elaborated on how traumatic it must have been for Luke to realize that he made out with his sister.
I think Star Wars did a lot of damage to advances in Robotic Science. They took one look at C3PO and just thought "Yeah, maybe not."
What's scarier than watching two batshit crazy racoons run up the tree above your head? Watching your dumbass cat frolick up behind them for a group hug.
When even Wikipedia doesn't have a result for your subject, you know you're screwed.
If it's dangerous to have more than one thing plugged into an extension cord...then why are they sold with multiple sockets?
93 percent of American teens would have a severe emotional breakdown if someone called them a freak. If you're a part of the 7 percent who would ask the person, "What was your first clue?", copy this into your profile and add your name to the list: Mimi-Love-4Ever, walks-with-nose-in-book, Ryukisu, ACP6-jokerlover97, Omamori, Caramiriel