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I live in a relatively small (possibly more like medium-sized) town in southwestern Ohio that I prefer to call Not Lima - it isn’t Lima, and that’s most of it backwards.
I’m rumored to keep the cleanest locker in school during the school year, but can’t keep my room visible very often.
I go to a Catholic school, but have been bored with Mass in whatever form for quite some time. I went to a non-denominational church with a friend's family once. I'm convinced that's a denomination unto itself, no matter what they say.
I have absolutely no school spirit, since the weight room is across the hall from my mother’s classroom and I’ve had to listen to the football players making utter pigs of themselves far too often. Despite that, I’m a member of the school marching band - not many of us, but we're still quite good. More trophies than the football team on at least one occasion. XD
I play flute, mallet-type percussion instruments, and keyboard/piano in decreasing order of proficiency. I’ve been known to work music out by ear when I get bored sometimes, and drove a fellow band member crazy with this practice once.
I have perhaps unhealthy obsessions over Daria, the Hitchhiker’s Trilogy (well, four out of five), Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure, Discworld, and Good Omens, the current name source of this blog (it’s a Crowley quote). I have been known to lend my tapes of the visual media out, and once convinced a friend to check the first Hitchhiker’s book out of the school library. A friend once wondered if I was going to commit suicide when I told her Daria was going to be cancelled - I’m not quite *that* far gone. My first copy of GO is on loan to the third person so far. I bought another copy to keep at home, the one's been out so long.
I am quite possibly the only student at school who reads in her spare time, and honestly don’t know how I’d get by without doing so. I’ll read just about anything with some semblance of a plot, and a few things lacking that. Books I can’t stand, unless required reading for school and once even *then*, are put down and will never be picked up by me again. On the flip side, if I like it I’ll keep rereading it until I may as well have memorized it.
I am something of a throwback as far as my tastes in music are concerned, and can’t stand half the new stuff on the radio. Favorites include (but are certainly not limited to) Barenaked Ladies, the Who, Todd Rundgren, Talking Heads, Coldplay, Pink Floyd, Arlo Guthrie, Dave Matthews Band, Harry Nilsson, and far more 80’s music than can possibly be good for me. Most of this can be blamed on my parents, though I hold my (much) older sister responsible for the Talking Heads part. I list what I’m listening to at the end of each post just to show how much variety my ears can tolerate.
I read the “Today in History” section of the newspaper whenever I remember to, mostly so I can see whose birthday it is.
I am an aspiring writer, and have been writing Daria fan fiction for three years (!). I'm up to two finished original stories at the moment, the latter of which got second place in the library's writing contest. My muse is very very psychotic and changes projects frequently, which is usually something worth blogging about. (Or, as is the case more often these days, LJing.) I have written exactly one piece of poetry that I actually like, and consider myself better at writing prose. I always start in notebooks and type it up later - it gets better that way, and I can do it at school/on the road/wherever. As a result, I own more notebooks than anyone I know.
I have also done some artwork, though I don’t claim to be terribly good at it. I consider myself good enough that you can tell what the drawing’s supposed to be. I enjoy photography much more. Now if I just had reliable access to a good camera...
Also opened an icon repository for LJ users. Photoshop is your friend and mine.
You know those t-shirts that say, “I live in my own little world, but it’s all right, they know me here”? That’s me in a nutshell. No, really. I get some of my best sentences that way. Example: “Did you not have a life during the 80’s, or were you just too busy averting the Apocalypse?” Go ahead and call me crazy; I already know I am. Keeps me sane.