Post by London's Queer on Nov 4, 2008 19:04:49 GMT -5
that was a wicked googly!
Ashe
"we kiss and have lots, and lots of sex, because that's what boyfriends do."
Full name: Ashley Nicole Irzyk
Age: Sixteen
DOB: November 22, 1992 {two weeks baby.}
Gender: Female
Height: Around 5'0”
Weight: 117; just weighed a week or so ago.
Sexuality: Bisexual. I know, fitting right? Anddd, I'm not just making it up.
Nationality: American-Prussian. That's all I know about.
physical
Hair color: I want to say, dark brown, but it could be a little lighter than that.
Eye color: Dark brown.
Distinguishing marks: I've got a beauty mark under mah lip, on the right side. I also have four sets of two beauty marks on different parts of my body, that're equal distances apart.
personality
& the good
Eccentricity: Uhm, much like Epley I LOVE to use gestures. I do it all the time. It's actually pretty bad. I've been doing this one, that slingshots my arm in a way, and it's starting to hurt. D: Hmm. Not to sound....gloaty or anything, but people tell me it's funny to watch me talk.
Creativity: I hope this is a good quality. I'm a writer after all. Or so I consider myself. I'm actually inspired easily. Mostly, just some random word can inspire a story. Like...watermelon. That's one of my faves. =) Or....some weird position. I'm a freak, I know.
Manners: I know, right? I do though. I mean, I'm not just going to take something or blurt random crap in your face. It's disrespectful. Majorly, in my opinion. Oh, if I'm offending you, please tell me. I do say please and thank you, but not as much as I should.
& the ugly
Voice/pitch: OMG. Don't even get me started. I love my voice, but not a lot of others do. It's reallllly high, and continues to go up the more excited I get. Not to mention I talk fast. I have to have other people watch me practice for a speech so I know I'm going slow enough. xD
Mind: No, I'm not insane, but I have a problem of making things too hard, and now I have this complex of getting something right, the first time. Oddly enough, it only applies to English and English teachers. I say, fuck 'em.
Cussing: Well, I don't think this is a bad thing. Though, other might. As you may have noticed, I've got a pretty bad mouth. And, this is toned down. It's like word vomit, I swear. I dunno, I just blurt it out, like turrets, but not. I don't like cunt or others words that usually refer to the female anatomy. My favorite is mother fucker. Mahh. Motherfuckinggoddamnfuckerwhore!
likes:
gays getting the right to marry
role playing
video games
final fantasy
yaoi
anime & manga
queer as folk
hot sweaty ukes
pee pees
writing
tokio hotel
nail polish
animal print
gays in general
glitter
metallic
pixeling
japanese
harajuku
ramen
naruto fanfiction
harry potter fanfiction
graphic making
gloomy bear
food
Project Runway
Real Housewives of Atlanta
And so much more fucking shit, it's not even funny.
dislikes:
A whole lotta shit, but mainly
CAPCHAS
and
TENTICLES!!!!!! {make it stop, make it stop. >___<}
Habits:
cussing
whining, or so people tell me
nail biting
reading and writing yaoi
referring to made up characters as if they were real people
watching tv
playing video games
wasting time online
Fears:
Oh god, where to start, where to start.
Zombies: Fuck off. I know it's...uncommon. But IT COULD HAPPEN. Think about it, seriously think about it. A zombie outbreak isn't impossible. It got so bad last year, that I had to rationally talk myself out of the idea that it was going to happen that night. I'm still paranoid, but I no longer look around the corner or stand still and listen for any sounds.
Dying: Holy shit balls. I don't even like to think about it. I'm just really, really terrified. Now this, is irrational. I mean, I know every one will, but I'm hoping I'll either (a) get bitten by a vampire, or (b) get my brain put into a cyborg, much like Ghost In The Shell.
Heights/the ferris wheel: I'm not making this shit up folks. I...got talked into going on one over the summer. Bad idea. I freaked out bad. I was holding onto the rail in the middle, crying, and trying to stay as still as possible. All, because the guys in seventh grade had to rock the damn thing, while it stopped at the top mind you, and opened the doors, saying ”There's only two ways out. And none of them are good.” Damn them, damn them good.
other
I live in Indiana
I love penises.
I really do. They're a mighty lovely, in my opinion. I dunno. There's just something about them. Not my fault, really. I blame Gravitation.
I also love dragqueens.
I wish my dad or uncle were a dragqueen. It'd be really lovely. Again, this is another “there's just something about them.” I swear, they're more of a woman than I am. God, I should stop while I'm ahead.
Speaking of God...
I'm totally not into the bible. I can't say I don't believe it in, however disagree muchly? Oh yes. I will not, on any occasion, force it onto you that the bible is bad and you should burn for believe in it. I will talk about my feelings of race, religion, and sexuality though.
Races.
YAY FOR OBAMA!
Whoohoo.
McCain's pretty cool too, but I think Obama is better. Go ahead and state your opinion, let's just not fight.
It's a hobby, really.
My lovely yaoi.
I've read A LOT. And I mean A LOT. So much in fact, that I couldn't get my misc folder onto one blank CD.
I've also read everything on Nakama, Hochuuami, most of Aarin fantasy, Obsession, and one other that I can't remember. So, that's like...fifty to a hundred a site, and not including the one shots.
Really, it's a hobby.
Oh, mah god. I can't think of anything else.
Do you want to know anything?
Peace out bitches.
