Katrina

Obligatory Update!

2006-10-08T17:27:14Z

Okay, it's been awhile. Since I last updated, I have:

- Gone vegan.
- Started online school. Fell into slump. Climbing out of slump as you read this.
- Strengthened my childfree decision by watching Nanny 911 often. Goddamn.
- Started watching anime again, sorta. I'll watch an episode of BLEACH or Hellsing every now and then. Good fun.
- Got a new computer that makes The Sims 2 run even faster.
- Become an Everquest II nerd. Level 17 Ogre Bruiser lolz
- Nearly completed my dyke transformation. Thank you very much, previous boyfriends.
- Regained interest in writing my story "Cosea Beckons!"
- Started reading the Harry Potter series.
- Finished Xenosaga Episode II.
- Started playing Final Fantasy IV. Old skool lolz
- Still been waiting for Marie Antoinette to come to theatres. Come on, dammit, come on!

And that's about it.

Swear words! Venting! Ah!

2006-06-23T02:25:21Z

Fuck you, anyone who has ever stopped talking to me or debating with me because I'm only 16. My opinions are just as valid as yours. Just because your dad fucked your mom earlier than my dad fucked my mom doesn't make you better or smarter than me.

And most of you aren't even five years older than me. Big fucking difference.

Originally written on that one community, so that explains why I used sliiightly more profanity than usual. :)

Yay! Nothing happened!

2006-06-06T17:21:20Z

So, it's finally 06/06/06. I must admit, I was getting a little woried after hearing about terrorists in Canada, but it doesn't seem like Satan has risen from the bowels of the underworld yet. But, it's still early! *touches wood*

I don't think anything significant will happen.

Now, I just wish I was in Hell, Michigan for the party.

Happy Childfree Day!

2006-06-05T01:55:00Z

Apparently, today is Childfree Day -- the first Sunday of June. Today childfree people are supposed to celebrate by enjoying things they could not do or would find difficult to do if they had children. Because I just learned about this holiday, I had no plans.

I have done absolutely nothing today. I watched some TV, I took a nap, I did some brain-teasers, nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing, really. And it was perfect.

No driving the kids to soccer practice. No getting up early to get someone else dressed. No shoving frozen waffles into the toaster for a quick breakfast. No helping with homework. No waiting for the piano teacher. No picking up toys. No cleaning up spilled grape juice. No being a taxi service. No anything. No nothing.

And I love it.

Silly Moocher

2006-06-03T04:37:15Z

H'okay.

So my mommy and I went out today. While waiting for the bus back home, I read a newspaper as my mommy smoked. Icky habit, but I don't really mind. So, after awhile, this guy comes along. This conversation more-or-less ensues:

Guy: Hey, can I have a smoke?
Mom: Aren't you a little young?
Guy: No, I'm 20.
Mom: Then you can go buy your own.
Guy: I can't.
Mom: Why not?
Guy: I have a baby boy.
Mom: I don't care.
Guy: Come on, gimme a smoke.
Mom: Don't you have a baby boy to take care of?
Guy: You don't know how hard it is to have a kid!
Mom: Oh? *points to me* This is my daughter. I've been paying for my cigarettes for years.

She then proceeded to light up another cigarette to piss him off. It amused me deeply.

I can't see how having your partner squirt out your evolved little spermie from her nether regions gives you any rights to bum smokes off complete strangers. D:

Silly moocher, fun things are for the childfree. :D

Oww!

2006-05-26T21:08:14Z

So, yesterday I was playing with Daisy in the hallway. I lost my balance and fell down, striking my leg on the heater. Ye Gods, it hurt so much. I got a huge icky scrape surrounded by icky purple bruises. It hurts when I walk, and it looks so gross, but I can't stop looking at it. D,:

And now, you can see it for yourself!

It makes me feel ugly. D,:

Storytime!

2006-05-24T20:20:17Z

I wrote this about a year ago for English class, though I had often thought about writing something similar before. It was originally supposed to be a comic, but I was so stumped on the art that I requested to do prose. Because my teacher is awesome, she let me. It very clearly shows my lack of knowledge regarding Irish history and Catholicism, but who cares about that stuff? XD

My Fading Sentinel

Children still speak of us, from Cork to Belfast, from the River Shannon, to the bustling streets of Dublin. We still infest the Emerald Isle long after our passing. They call us The Crimson Viper and The Emerald Vulture. Our tactics have dubbed us so. My Viper, Lynelle Paddock, ensnares the minds of fools; I, the Vulture, Douglas Shaw, rids that very fool of his life and his riches.

'Twas not a wealthy man in all of Ireland we didn't empty the pockets of. Our deplorable actions were as common as rats lurking in the alleys. Although we bathed in gold, my dear Viper constantly believed something was amiss. She lived as a true destitute for years, but my arrogance could not let me see past those gleaming cerulean eyes. Being too sure results in carelessness.

It was May 1st, Lynelle's 20th birthday. She was enthralled by her reflection in a hand mirror swiped from a recent breaking and entering. Every jewel upon her body was a profit of robbery. She primped her fiery red hair to her satisfaction and turned to me, "Douglas, darlin'," she said, "What do ye think of this necklace?"

"I ken it is a mere pebble compared to ye, Lynelle. Ye deserve somethin' worthy of ye," I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out a diamond upon a gold chain. I removed her necklace and replaced it with the conspicuously superior accessory.

"Where'd ye get that lil' thing, dear?" she asked as she fiddled with it excitedly.

I rested my hands on her shoulders and proudly proclaimed, "I grabbed it offa' that psalm-preachin' priest."

"Douglas, was that the one in Armagh or Londonderry?"

"Belfast, Lynelle," I said, "Good 'ol Belfast."

She giggled and tenderly patted my cheek, "Go raibh maith agat."

Lynelle's birthday celebrated more than another year alive, but also another year in the business. I recall, way back when, Lynelle's eighth birthday. I'm guessing I was ten or eleven, but that's beside the point. I plundered many men that day to treat Lynelle to a decent meal. Never before had sustenance enraptured the senses quite like that, and never had clients been so easy to gain profit from.

Again, I couldn't be happier with our lives. But after awhile, each heist became more perilous and less lucrative. My sweet Viper was being crushed by the pressure of simply living day by day.

So we fled. We fled as far as we could from Dublin, Cork, and Belfast. We fled from the vindictive and those as bloodthirsty as we one were. Fate granted us a shelter amongst a plethora of dense vegetation. Such an odd sight in Éire, to have so much forest upon rolling hills of grass. Our cabin was small and had been home to only rodents for God-only-knows how long. There was a lake within a glen for water, innocuous animals for food, and kindling for warmth. It was home, sweet home.

Lynelle promptly wore herself out and fell fast asleep. A lit lamp illuminated the bedroom as I took a seat beside my dreaming Viper. I removed a lock of hair that blocked her angelic face.

Our roles had been reversed, for now she was happy and I was the one in distress. I heard voices at night, incoherent and raspy voices. I started to fear the house and the forest. I began to realize that countless people wanted the bounty on our heads.

One night, my sanity waned. I sought respite from my very thoughts. I wandered through the woods, trying to escape. The voices only became louder and clearer. They drew closer with each step, calling out my name. My complete descent into dementia was imminent then. A scarlet hue pillaged my vision until I was blinded.

When I came to, it was early morning, before the sun rose. Lynelle was fast-asleep beside me. I moved my hair out of my face and rested my hand on my pounding forehead. Something was wrong.

I rubbed my forehead, gently at first, but soon so roughly I was scraping skin off. I felt nothing, not a thing. The experiment continued thoughout my limbs; I was completely numb, but I could walk and move with ease. I had a hunch, and perhaps I was deranged, but I followed it. I went into the kitchen and pulled out a dagger from the drawer. I pricked my index finger to make a miniscule wound. No blood was drawn. I pressed the tip of the dagger against my elbow, exhaled, and cut a deep slit down my arm. The bleeding was minimal, the pain absent, and the gash mended itself before my very eyes. I was not daunted, no, I was ecastic. I was something that could not be harmed, something that could not be killed. I made the perfect shield, an ever-vigilant sentinel.

Lynelle was beginning to notice my transformation. I was pale and only active after the evening. I hardly ate and facial hair didn't grow back nearly as fast as it did prior to that fateful night. But it was a day weeks after which induced fear into Lynelle and left her with permanent scars.

"I hear somethin'," I grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind me, "Stay behin' me. Dunnae' speak."

She reluctantly agreed and followed me outside the house. There stood a man, revolver and knife in hand. I could feel Lynelle shivering. The assassin shouted crisply, "You killed my brothers and robbed my family! You worthless scum shall not be spared purgatory!"

I made sure I shielded Lynelle and calmly replied, "Remind me, are you the one from Galway or Castlebar?"

"You'll burn in hell for what you've done!" he pulled the trigger. The bullet penetrated my neck; I winced, Lynelle cried out in anguish. I turned to look at her.

"It's all right, Lynelle," I approached him and took hold of his collar, lifting him up off the ground, "Don't expect me anytime soon."

I gripped onto his neck tightly and clamped my mouth on a vein. I lacerated his skin and flesh, and drainged his whole body dry in less than a minute. I threw his listless carcass on the ground to rot. I wiped my mouth and thought aloud, "The blood of men is tainted..."

Lynelle shook violently as I spoke to her, "He didnae' harm ye, right?"

"N-No, but... but yer wound..."

I felt the bullet wound on my neck; I had thought it had already healed. I sighed, "So I cannae' take wounds like this yet. Guess I got over my head."

"What is goin' on, Douglas!? What 'ave ye become!?" she demanded.

I chuckled softly, "I am what I have always been; I am kin of the devil, blood of Mephistopheles. This place, this haven, made me realize so."

"I don't... I don't understand," Lynelle stuttered.

"But everything fits together. It is why I was orphaned, why my bloodline couldn't continue, and it accounts for my bloodlust, but," I crossed my arms and drew near her, "I need immaculate blood to abate the mortal effects of harm, disease, and time. I need the blood of a maiden."

She shook her head, "No... I shared yer life of sin, I'm no maiden!"

"Fate has consecrated ye fer my biddin', do not deny yer purpose," I took ahold of her shoulders, "We can live forever without fear of harm or despair."

"No, let go of me! Let go, Douglas!" she squirmed with in my grasp. I moved in on her neck. She withdrew a dagger from her belt and bellowed, "God protect you!"

She stabbed her heart and collapsed in tormenting howls. My faded humanity hindered tears and mourning. I watched her die, and watched her lie dead until our fates entwined.

Children still recite our tale all over Ireland. Our legend shall forever taint the Emerald Isle.

~ Fin

The Antics of Kat and her bestest friend Amy!

2006-05-18T22:17:42Z

It's come to my attention that I don't talk about Amy enough... or update my journal that much. Meh. I've decided to share with you the antics of me and my bestest friend Amy. :D

Because we're so funny.

I love how we met. It was one of the first days of grade 8, and high school entirely. We were in the same gym class. I was starting to get acquainted with some of the girls, and somehow we got on the topic of Legendary Frog and the Chocobo song. I starting singing it, for whatever reason. While I was singing, a girl joined in with me. I would later learn that she was Amy, the spiffiest spiffy person ever. :D

So, fast forward a few months later to my birthday. I had a sleepover at Amy's house. After giggling at Skittles ("The green ones make me horny!"), playing loads of Super Smash Bros. Melee, and eating loads of junk, we eventually had to end up sleeping. We stayed up pretty late anyways. At this point, I admitted I had no idea how to unhook a bra. Amy showed me her erudite knowledge of bra unhooking (with her shirt on :P) and not too soon later I learned how to unhook my bra with one hand. It was awesome. The whole thing would have gone lesbo at that point, but I was still Catholic at the time.

For Applied Skills, we had to do one little thing to do with electronics. We mostly goofed off in the class. I was totally reliant on Amy (a DIFFERENT Amy, of course) to help me build my little alarm whatchathingy. Anywho, we had to melt stuff with this pointy metal thing that heated up to a billion degrees (Celsius, of course) and she ended up frying some of her hair with it. This section of her hair was completely fried! I believe, from that point on, she has kept her hair short.

I once wrote a song for my story. It didn't exactly have a tune to go with it, so I handed it over to Amy. We were waiting at the bus stop and she decided to sing the song. At the top of her lungs, she poorly sung the song. It was so loud and bad that a car actually stopped in the middle of the street so the driver could stare at her. It was awesome.

We went to the aquarium once. It was so awesome. We stared at the sea otters for like, 10 minutes straight. They were freaking adorable. They'd go in circles and almost glide against the glass we were looking through. We totally had the best seats. We had no intention of giving them up. Little kid wanted to sit there? Fuck him, these our KAT and AMY's seats! Get your own sea otters! Somehow, we ended up leaving and heading downstairs where all the kiddie fun stuff and coffee shop was. After playing with baby seal plushies and obsessing over the coffee dudes' British accents, we headed back upstairs to the Beluga show. Amy was chosen as the show's volunteer for cheering loudly when we were warned that we were in a splash section. When she was called up, the Beluga whale SPAT at her three times. When asked about her experience by the trainer afterwards, she simply replied "Salty!" It was so much fun. XD

Now, finally, a little inside joke between her and I. We were once three-way calling with our friend Logan, and we had a quiz to see who knew more about Amy. I was winning, with incredible accuracy. After answering one question, Logan exclaimed "Stop using your lesbian mind connection!" Thus, the term Lesbian Mind Connection, or LMC, was born. We shout it out whenever we say similar things at the same time. It still works, even with her being across the country! :D

We've come to a conclusion on how our Lesbian Mind Connection works. It can't have anything to have to do with lesbians directly, because we have never been fully interested in the female gender. However, we have each admitted to being bisexual in the past. Our bisexuality both made us one half of the whole -- a whole lesbian. Kind of like identical twins.

Aww, how I lub her.

Mulan is my hero! :D

2006-05-04T18:20:01Z

This entry's dumb, but I thought it would be fun to share. XD

So, I woke up this morning and the first thing that came to mind was "I gotsta watch Mulan." Seemed odd, but I watched it anyway. I love Mulan. Second only to Pocahontas, it's my favourite Disney movie. The main character just seems like one of those kick-ass people who just won't ever have children. Y'know, they have too much ass to kick. I mean, when you think of the other Disney female leads, you know they're going to breed. Belle? Yup, it ain't cross-breeding after the ending. Jasmine? Yup, there goes her figure. Ariel? Yeah, didn't she? In the sequel? Mulan? Heh, no way. She's probably like, "Nope. I'm gonna go save China. No babies for me. China needs me. See, I got into the army! Too busy. I gotta go kill some Huns. I can't change diapers and blow up a mountain at the same time, people! Lookie, I saved China. The Emperor gave me his medallion thinger and I got this funky sword, see? I got tons of honour now! Could I have done it if I was knocked up? Uhhh, noooo. Duh."

I can't watch the sequel though. I'm afraid bad things will happen to my lovely Mulan. D,:

Babysitting. Eww.

2006-04-29T19:11:33Z

In my entire life, I have only babysat human children twice.

The first time, I watched over three boys. Ages 10, 8, and 1 if I remember correctly. Sounds like a horror story just waiting to happen, right? Actually, it wasn't bad -- at all. The boys had manners! They said "please" and "thank you!" The only one that caused any real trouble was the baby, because he didn't know any better. Even then, he seemed relatively well-behaved. Anytime something went wrong, like when they refused to eat their vegetables, I would tell them I would help them in Final Fantasy VII, and the problem would vanish. I was like their God. It was awesome. I didn't get paid (I volunteered), but I had so much fun that it didn't matter.

Sadly, they moved, and my next experience was... not quite as pleasant.

A few months after that, I visited my mother's side of the family. These people are INSANE. All they do is eat, sleep, and breed. At the time, I only had four cousins, which would be heaven in comparison to the litter I would have to take care of now. So, all these kids are under the age of 5. I only had to take care of them for a couple hours. No problem, right? It was the worst night of my life. D:

The first thing that totally "WTF'd" me was that one of the boys starting peeing in the hallway. I had no idea what to do -- I was stunned. All I could do was watch in horror. Then I had to take the risk of ignoring them for a minute while I clean human piss out of the carpet. I go to check on them, they're playing with LEGO. I think I'm safe. WRONG. The girl starts SCREAMING because her brother has a pink piece that she wants. I give her another pink piece, because I can easily see about 20 in a pile, and she HURLS it right at my EYE. I'm getting sick of these crotchdroppings, so I decide then and there that it is bedtime. How do you get 4 shrieking kids into bed? You CAN'T. It's fucking impossible. After trying (and failing) to get them into their pajamas, I give up and get out some candy to get them to shut up. I don't know what the FUCK I was thinking. First of all, sugared up kids are a NO-NO. But the big mistake was trying to make them share ONE box of Smarties. One of them runs off and locks himself in his room, while the other three cry and throw tantrums outside the door. I fucking give up. I went into the living room and watched TV. At this point, I don't care what the hell happens to these kids. They could start a fire, choke on something, die, I REALLY don't care. I want to watch my cartoons at full blast and try to drown them out. Somehow, they all ended up in their respective beds, fast asleep. When their parents come home, they comment on their "little angels." They then proceed to chip a few dollars off my pay because I neglected to change them into their pajamas.

I. Am. NEVER. Babysitting. AGAIN.

Rant ahoy!

2006-04-25T01:28:38Z

Dear mothers (and fathers) of the world,

You claim, by giving birth, you have experienced the miracle of life. You will then proceed to thrust this miracle onto our one and only planet. Because, hey, who doesn't like a miracle? Only one problem.

Your baby ain't no miracle.

A boy born with AIDS surviving and living a full life? That's a miracle. A country suffering famine suddenly has an onslaught of growing crops? That's a miracle. A person in a horrible car crash surviving and making a full recovery? That's a miracle. A biological function that has been perpetuated throughout all human history? How is that miraculous?

Consider this. There are over 6.5 billion miracles in the world. Some studies estimate 100 billion miracles have happened since the dawn of mankind. It only took us 72 years for the number of miracles to rocket from 2 billion to 6 billion. Thousands of miracles have been born today. Thousands more will be born tomorrow. There will be over 9 billion miracles by 2050. Aren't miracles supposed to be rare?

Consider that these so-called miracles also do less-than-miraculous things for our planet. Sure, we've had our Einsteins and our Mozarts (who aren't miracles, but their actions were quite marvelous), but we'll more likely to have Bills and Janes who will pollute the planet, cut down the forests, consume more than what is needed, force animals into extinction, and commit horrendous crimes against each other, including racism, sexism, ageism, harm, and much, much more.

If you believe in the miracle of life, your existence and the existence of every other human on this planet should be overwhelming. Why would you need to create more of you?

Your friend,

Katrina

Condom Bear!

2006-04-24T17:38:42Z

I was going through the old junk on my computer and I found this:

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/Avanci/Condombear.jpg

If only I could find where it's from, it would be mine in a second. D,:

Oh, sigh.

2006-04-22T21:27:48Z

Ever feel like no matter what you do, it's not appreciated?

I sure feel like that right now.

Everything you could ever want to know about Katrina, then more!

2006-04-20T23:06:37Z

My name is Katrina Leigh-Irene Trepanier Bain, though Trepanier (my mother's maiden name) is not on my birth certificate, I unofficially took it along with my father's last name as a means of thanks to my mother. With any luck, my name will one day be shortened to Katrina Townsend or Raetz, depending on what legal measures my future spouse -- AHEM -- will take regarding his last name. I turned sixteen years old as of Februarty 14th. Yup, I'm a Valentine's Day baby. I'm a middle-class inhabitant of Vancouver, a cesspool of filth that I love with all my heart. I live in a pink apartment. Seriously. It's pink. I'm currently attending Windermere Secondary School, and am in the process of attempting to pass the tenth grade. I am of Irish, French, Scottish, and English descent, primarily.

I live with my parents, Vince and Susan. My dad is a longshoreman. My mother used to be a hairstylist, but took a leave from her job to have me. There were several unexpected complications with the birth, so she did not return to work for quite some time. She went back when I was about 5 years old, but soon after quit and has shown little interest in returning to work since. She's a housewife, pretty much. I have no siblings, and I am very, very thankful for that.

My dad's side of the family lives around the area. My grandparents' names are Joan and Allan. Along with my father, they had two other children -- Lisa and Steve. Lisa is apparently an abusive woman who divorced her husband and had difficulties keeping her son, while Steve is a druggie who gave me his SNES while he was high. The genes are quite diverse. I have one cousin on this side, Maxwell, who I haven't seen or heard from in years.

My mom's side of the family, however, lives in Ontario. My grammy and grampy, Angela and George respectively, spend most of their time in Las Vegas nowadays. My aunt and uncles waste away their lives breeding as much offspring as possible. I only have four cousins from this side of the family thus far, but trust me, the women will be shooting out babies like they're sprinklers sooner or later.

It's hard to keep track of, but I'm around 5'7" or so. Could be taller, could be shorter, who knows? My weight, I honestly do not know, but it's whatever looks fat on a 5'7" girl. My love calls it "curvy." I am Caucasian, as pale as I could possibly get. I have green eyes. My hair is over 26 inches long, dirty-blonde in colour, and somewhat wavy. I don't intend to cut it anytime soon.

I am relatively healthy. I am overweight, but it does not affect my general health in any great way. I am active and enjoy going for long walks and playing Dance Dance Revolution. I do not smoke, drink, or do any street drugs.

Fashion. Yeah, I don't have any. I like to be comfortable. I really don't care what I wear, as long as it covers my skin and keeps me warm. I enjoy designing outlandish costumes though.

I consider myself relatively intelligent. I love to learn and enjoy challenging my mind. The dictionary is my friend; my encyclopedia collection is great for group orgies. Yeah, I'm a nerd.

I was diagnosed with an anxiety disorder quite awhile ago. I've missed a lot of school over it and have had many struggles, but I also have a lot of support. Since being diagnosed, I have taken Wellbutrin, Rispiridol, and Valium. I am currently taking Valium and hoping it will work. I have yet to see any effects of the medication.

My short-term goal right now is to pass as many grade 10 courses as I can. It'll be hard, but at this point in time, I still have a chance, and I'm going to take it. My long-term goals include visiting Quebec, travelling around Europe, becoming a marine biologist, donating large amounts of money to certain charitable organizations, publishing a couple novels, and getting sterilized, hopefully by a qualified doctor.

I am very interested in politics. I even considered eventually working in politics, but to get anywhere you need money, children, and connections. I doubt I'll have any. I am a Liberal, and almost always lean towards the left side with issues. I'm a feminist. No, I'm not a lesbian.

I support, in the most basic of terms, gay rights, same-sex marriage, religious diversity, abortion, legalized marijuana, comprehensive sexual education, easy-access birth control and sterilization, medical animal testing, meat and animal product consumption, evolution, and voluntary human extinction.

I'm a big advocate of reproductive rights. Yes, I have a uterus, and anything that remains in there without my consent is trespassing and will be promptly removed. Yes, I'm Pro-Choice. Bring on the bombs, Pro-Lifers. I will avoid pregnancy at all costs. I plan to use a combined method of the IUD and the male condom, though much trial and error may be needed to find out which methods are right for me. I plan to get sterilized via Essure as soon as I can find a doctor who will perform the procedure, and I am able to pay for it.

I am a member of VHEMT, the Voluntary Human Extinction Movement. I know what you're thinking, I'm some enviromentalist, tree-hugging hippie nutcase. You are correct, my friend. With the massive overpopulation we are experiencing, we are destroying both the planet and ourselves. Other animals use this planet, you know, and boy are they PISSED. Still think I'm crazy? Well, open your mind before your legs, okay?

Obviously, I'm childfree. I don't like children, I don't want children, I never intend to have children. I'm not going to go around snapping their necks in half, but I really could do without them. They're annoying little blobs of fat who puke and cry and want want want but are never grateful. Like we need another of ME going around!

So, religion. I don't have one, really. I more or less follow the teachings of Buddha, but reincarnation and Nirvana all sound like a load of bull to me. I would consider myself an Atheist. I don't believe in any Christian God or Jewish God or Islamic God or anything. Science, reason, and logic are my Gods, plain and simple.

So, if I haven't offended you and you're still reading this, power to you! I enjoy writing, and would like to publish some novels some day. My genres range from fantasy to adventure to realistic to romance to, well, anything, really. I love exploring my many options for writing. A couple projects I've been working on include "Freiaa von Donoghan," "L'amour Interdite," "Lucia the Ever-Living," "Fleet 33," "My Fading Sentinel," and "Trigger Happy." Needless to say, I'm nowhere near finishing any of this stuff. I take on way too much at once.

I enjoy art, though my interest has fluctuated. While I used to do tons of art on paper with a pencil, I primarily do pixel dolls now in MS Paint. I've been doing so for about three or four years now, and I'm generally happy with my work.

I like tons of different music. Celtic, orchestral, pop, rock, soft rock, classical, lots of stuff. I'm currently obsessed with Queen, KISS, and Eurythmics. I'm stuck in the past.

I love Disney movies. Shut up, they're awesome. My favourites are Pocahontas, Mulan, Lion King, and Aladdin. I much more prefer the movies from the 90's than the ones from today. Besides Disney movies, I also like watching Titanic and The Lost Boys.

I love playing video games. I own a PS2, a Gamecube, a SNES, an N64, and a Gameboy Colour. My favourite games are Xenosaga, Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy IX, and Final Fantasy IV. I'm a big fan of the Mario Party series as well. The only MMORPG I play right now is World of Warcraft. I have a level 55 gnome warrior, but I've currently turned my attention to an RP server and have started anew.

And that's me, basically.