Big Plans For That Fish

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Name: Amy

Sex: I have a vagina.

Height: 5’5”

Age: 19

Eye Color: hazel (green and gold)

Hair Color: varies. right now, dark brown ~~and blonde~~

Virgin?: yes ma’am

Smoking?: no no no.

Drinking?: no thank you.

Drugs? nope.

Sexual Orientation: love is love is love. I self identify as straight, but who knows who I’ll end up with?

Job: professional fangirl, poor college student

Education Level: sophomore at university

Favorite Sport: to watch: football, then ku basketball. to play: volleyball, then soccer

Favorite Colour: silver (basically anything shiny), and if that doesn’t count, yellow.

Siblings: yes one older brother :]

Tattoos?: yuuuppp. One blue asterisk on mah shoulderblade, inspired by Andrew McMahon of Jack’s Mannequin

Piercings?: nope. I had my ears pierced in 5th grade, but I was too lazy and let them heal up X_x

Religion?: Roman Catholic, but I believe there is a big difference in organized religion and personal beliefs.

Perfect Date: um… traveling the world? (I do enjoy May 20ish dates though.)

Hobbies?: tv, movies, the internet, shipping hard, traveling, performance science, nerdy things

Something random: I prefer raw brownie dough to cooked brownies.

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Random things:

I love planning adventures far too much. and honestly, planning tends to be much more exciting than the actual doing turns out to be in most cases.
I love love love to travel. And I’ll go anywhere. To explore what I’ve never explored is one of the greatest feelings.
I love being in a room with people I care about, and not having to talk, just enjoy each others presence.
I obsess. And I often play down or hide my obsessions IRL. Only a few people know how insanely obsessed I can get with a person/show/movie, and even then, I’ve never shared everything with anyone. It’s at least 40 times worse in my mind.
I hate when people assume that “they know how I am”.
I am entirely too sarcastic for my own good.
I suck at communication.
I’m better at expressing myself through writing, and that’s one of the reasons I love the internet. I feel safe.
I suck at talking, and that’s one of the reasons I’m scared of phone conversations. (like an actual fear. Yeah, I know it’s stupid.)
I think about and miss the past far too much to keep sane.
I don’t want to grow up.
The future freaks me out.
I feel like I’ve messed so much stuff up in the past year, it’s verging on laughable.
I get along with most anyone, and I’d like to think it’s pretty easy to make friends with me. (Well, at least everywhere but my old university.)