Right-o ...I live in SoCal

Wow. If I hadn't moved up to Scripps, I'd of gone to Mira Mesa and might have known you without knowing you were Athana... Freaky!

Whoa...that is -really- wierd

I think I'mma going to check with my contacts and dig through old files to see if I actually did know you in elementary or middle school or something...

I was almost the only person in my class to make a 100 on their uber big important research paper. I got a 97 because I forgot 2 commas. 2 commas! GAH!

I'm a sucker for teen movies that take place in high schools.

I live in Rhode Island, can never do any bad to a girl.

Unless she's a . Then, it's open season.

Hrm... what else?

I talk with the accent of a Brit, and have a cold cynical tone towards idiots.

I'm biologically set to be a drinker, blame my lousy Geometry grade on the teacher, and am prone to various decade flashbacks whenever I hear a song from that era. The exception being of course, the 90s, in which case only reminscing over my old N64 can set me in a 90s flashback.

I bear grudges against the following:

The New TV Guide
The That 70s Show Finale
American Idol

And I like Richard Nixon.

My boyfriend dumped me for someone online. I can't even begin to fathom his reasoning for doing this, but apparently they were already in a relationship before I came along and he was cheating on her with me and.. yeah... I'm not a very happy person right now and I want to stab small animals and/or babies. It makes no sense at all. He doesn't know where she lives, what she looks like, anything, but apparently she must be some goddess or I just suck.

Awww! Joli don't worry about it. It'll get better, honestly. You'll probably end up finding someone who's a lot better than your ex.

Something no one knows, eh?

Well, I write a lot. All my stories have a good guy which embodies everything bad about me and a bad guy which embodies what people say is good about me. Also, I put the personality of the last person I talk to about my story in my story as the main character's best friend/co-hero. That pretty much sums it up.

Thank you, Sarvasti. I just figured I should post it for the public so I don't have to go through and tell all my friends "Yeah.. you know that guy.. well yeah.. he sort of dumped me..." That gets old after the 10000th time.

It was bout 2 weeks ago, so I'm pretty much over it by now.. I'm going to college where there are men with cars that don't complain about the fact I love kissing. Which I do.

Happy days Joli! Hope you enjoy there

Oh and one more thing. We all you Joli. Except for those haters, but they don't matter! Cuz..they're haters!

Odd you should say something like that, Joli.

The exact same thing happened to me, not very long ago, what a way to end a two-year long relationship.

I know precisely how you feel, but it's alright, because I know you'll get over it and move on like the tough chick I know you are.


The opposite sex isn't really worth all that crap, anywho

I was hit by a truck when I was 9. I can't remember it.

I've moved 11 times and been to 10 different schools excluding college

Ooh fun, random stuff about me.

There are three of me: the me with friends and people I know and feel comfortable around (talkative, hyper, etc.), the me around people I don't know (really shy and quiet), and the me when I drink caffiene. More on me #3 later...

On the topic of boys and toys, and also for good ways to kill overlarge spiders, I've built and fired the following: Mortar, railgun (didn't have enough power to do much of anything, but it was still cool), flamethrower, petard/airgun (tank was 30 psi, the size of 2 one-gallon milk jugs, shot potates hard enough to make 'em mashed), napalm (polystyrene in gasoline), thermite (rust + aluminum + some kind of ignition, most exothermic reaction known to human kind, unless I'm missing something), and made a flaming rainbow (adding various metallic salts in different places of a bonfire. Sooo purty *drool*). The amazing part is that I suffer no scars or other assorted injuries from my escapades. Probably because I'm a safety freak. Like... massive safety freak. All detonations are from 100 feet away, usually by using a model rocket ignition system or some other remote firing mechanism, except for the flamethrower since that's not so dangerous. And of course I'm using safety glasses on top of that.
Future projects include modifying a paintball gun to shoot fireballs and a semi-automatic penny-shooing railgun. Am I scarier than Shikari yet?

So now to convince you that I'm really not that scary:

Things to make you pity me: I didn't know what "liking" a girl meant until sophmore year in high school ... I was isolated and very much a hermit and whatnot, unlike how me #1 is now.... I also thought I was allergic to chocolate until I was 15, so now I really am not all that fond of it since I've developed a taste for other things. I also hit my head on the fire door in my dorm when I was bouncing down the hall as my usual hyper self. Fell over laughing at myself, stood up, bounces, and was quite surprised when the metal hit my head again .

I almost never drink coffee, so I have no immunity to its effects. If you want to know what happens to me, feed Tervic a kafe bean. I seriously get like that IRL, well... maybe except for the running around while on fire bit, but that hyper, yes. The only time I've had coffee was to stay awake for my tech crew's build/hell week, and fortunately I had lots of projects to expend my energy on: we got half the set built in a single night mostly because I was freaking HYPER and moving very very fast. I think I've said somewhere else on the forums that I've never been, nor do I plan on ever getting drunk, but not for reasons of hangovers and stuff. Also never had sex, nor do I plan to until after I'm married.

I can hold an entire freshly frozen otter pop in my mouth until it is completely melted and not get brainfreeze.

I'm 18 but I still have a trio of stuffed animals that I need in order to get to sleep at night: one shark (that I got this year at dorm scavenger hunt in San Francisco), an orca (from seaworld, 3 years ago) and a dolphin (4 years ago, christmas present from my dad ) respectively named Sharq, Shami'i (shamu with an umlaut over the U and then apostrophied just because), and Floppy (because I was feeling lame and he's a Flopsies brand dolphin, plus he's really fat). They're the cute little things in my avatar because I heart them. I even squeak-talk with them, and they each have their own voices for when I make them squeak-talk at other people. One of them usually accompanies me whenever I have to go to something stressful like for tetnaus shots, exams, or swim meets (but they're usually unobtrusively hitchiking along in my backpack), and 'lil orca is sitting on my shoulder right now as I post. I'm massively obsessed with sea creatures and swim with dolphins when I get the chance which should be more often than it is seeing as how my family has a timeshare in the Maui Mariott for the second week in August, but anyways. My room (well... now my brother's since I'm in college) is decorated in a sea motif, too.

I also make squeak-talk noises when I'm particularly agitated, something that really annoys people during exams, but it's kinda a natural reflex like people who chew on pencils and stuff.

I'm a reasonably hardcore swimmer (33.2 seconds for a 50 yd. breaststroke, but nowhere close to this one kid who could do the 50 in 29.4, nearly as fast as my 50 free...), lifeguard, and otherwise quite athletic but probably scrawnier than anyone else out there (6'1" and 130 lbs, but definately not unhealthy, nor do I even look like it... >.<). The main side effect of this is that I have the metabolism of a nuclear power plant and my resting body temperature is somewhere in the high 99/low 100 degree range (normal's 98.6), not to mention I'm always moving, never sitting still, something's always twitching be it my eyebrows, ears, or toes. I also have a really creepy maniacal laugh, and I pride myself on being able to run nearly silently.

Shoes are overrated.

I can cook without using recepies. In fact, I cook better WITHOUT them. Just give me a fridge full of random stuff, access to my herb garden, and I will make stuff that tastes good. Oh yeah, I garden, and its got tomatoes, lettuce, cucumbers (3 varieties), I tried strawberries once but that didn't work out so well, I also have oregano, sage, lemon thyme (yum), and garlic chives (ZOMG strong... don't eat 'em raw unless you want to die).

uhhh... yeah... this is a really long and disjointed post.... *cough*... stopping now. I might do another edition of my life at some other point.

Tervic you're stange and weird, and i'm going to come and crucify you

If you can make it over the horizon

I have a scar on my forehead (Like Harry Potter! WOOT! ) that I got from running straight into a wall when I was a child. I was so afraid of this movie I was watching (sleeping beauty) that I stood up and bolted into a wall and knocked myself out. We lived in the middle of a desert and we had no phone so when I woke up my mother was carrying me through a desert to the neighbors house to call an ambulance.

um...WoW !!

Oh and also :
- I live in the caribbean

I have a scar on my lip.. It's from where my dad's parrot bit the out of me.

Sarvasti.

Yeah, Val.. It's fine when we're single and lonely and get into a relationship with someone online, but damn it all.. why ruin a perfectly good relationship that way. X_X

Ok, I'm done now.. I'm just bitter, I suppose.