The basics:
Name: Mimi
Age: 17
D.O.B: Feb, 22nd, 1991
Gender: Female
Location: Brisbane, Australia
Things you may want to know:
Hobbies: Reading, writing, drawing, anime, manga, listening to music, playing guitar, thinking, spending money, shopping, collecting things, computer-graphicy stuff
Pets: two cats, Samurai (m) and Cookie (f)
Favourite subject: English, Japanese and Mathematics.
Favourite colour: Bright orange, lime green, red
Music: A little bit of everything, but mostly rock, indie, alternative and punk. I also have a (very secret) love for dance music.
Favourite food: Avocados, dried fruit, sushi, lemons, grapes
Favourite drink: Lemon ice tea, coffee
Things you probably don’t want to know:
I'm a pirate. Captain Mimi Bananabeard of the Lovesick Whale. Ph34r me.
I used to be obsessive compulsive. Sometimes I relapse. It comes in waves. I’m getting over it.
I’m getting a pet snake, because I can.
I need a job (read: money).
I stick memories on my wall.
I don’t like to sleep because it’s a waste of time.
I have an odd obsession with the letter/symbol ‘X’.
I also have an unhealthy obsession with stripes and spots. But not at the same time. Coordination is fun, kids.
I tend to over think.
I like listening to people. I like watching them too, but that sounds slightly stalker-esque.
Bubble Tea and Jelly Juice are my spinach. And Popeye's got nothin' on me.
My thoughts come in narration.
I sometimes speak in third person or talk about myself as a collective ‘we’.
My mother’s muslim and my father’s catholic. Suffice to say I’m confused.
I make a lot of lists. OCD, remember?
One of them is important. More so than the others. It’s a list of all the things I’d like to do before I get too old to have fun. It’s a long list and it likes to grow.
I'm a lemon ice tea queen.
I tend to explode things. I don’t mean to, but they seem to like BOOMing around me.
I like fire. Maybe a little too much. I think fire has a lot to do with things going BOOM.
I've been told I'm a pyromaniac. This may be true. However, as there is no firm evidence to prove this diagnosis (aside from a particularily dodgey track record, that is) I'm going to disbelieve it.
I don’t like the beach. The sand annoys me.
I name things. Because then it doesn't sound so weird when I say that I was talking to it. ie. 'I was talking to Leopold' sounds better than 'I was talking to my calculator'
I like the cold.
I am thoroughly anti-sex.The idea of being naked in front of someone else scares me shitless. And I'm pretty sure that the view would scare them too. And as far as I know, the screaming and crying's supposed to happen AFTER you realise you're pregnant and dying. Not before.
Music makes my world go 'round.
Fruit juice poppers are my heaven.
I'm a grape thief.
And a hatwhore.
I'm serotonin deficient. Or so my psychiatrist told me. Funfun. [serotonin; a molecule of happiness. chemical that makes one happy. a deficiency leads to lots of bad things. look it up on wiki or something]
I am a vegetarian. Not because I care about animals or anything, just because I care about my taste buds.
I do care about animals, by the way.
:rofl: