Chikara has spoken!! (by the by, Chikara is perfect) *cough* Anyway, my turn to say who I am, but I don't think anyone will read this, may be a long post, or someone just heading for the quick reply, but anyway! I'm a living contradiction:
I'm an old-time romanticist, but also an ENTP (google it, wiki it, do whatever in your powah to know what it means if you don't). I'm Mr. Sarcasm, no really, I put sarcasm in almost (99.999%) every sentence I make, and make jokes of errors people make (when talking mostly, that's the kind of joke that would hurt less I think ._.), though, with close friends I always make jokes of everything. Also, I'm like House, M.D., I am very assertive (that means I'm really honest for you people who only spend the day talking nothing more than 10 words), but sometimes I act that way and joke on people after they say something weird or just... normal (weird is normal in my school [that means when I say weird, it actually is really weird]).
I'm shy with strangers but if the other person starts to talk, we get along. I'm AWFULLY shy with this girl I love (to the point I couldn't ask her her msn, so I asked her msn to a friend of hers [and even so I was hesitating]). I'm also kind of a philosopher, and you can see me sometimes staring into space, or walking around endlessly, but I'm actually thinking about topics really deep (that's a [really] basic explanation of philosophizing for people who don't like philosophy).
Since I'm still very protected in this shell of mine I have since 7 years old, I call "imagination", I daydream A LOT (99.1% of the time). Since I was 7, I started imagining what my future games would (will?) be (I'm planning to be a video-game producer, director and writer... you would identify my games using my old username), and actually, pretty much what happens to me, affect the game (my plans, my imagination, kay?). I have enough material to outlive the Zelda series (reader, meet lie).
I also have mood swings, just not in that awful lot like a pregnant woman. Most of time I used to be very happy, but decided to be assertive (I kinda was, though) and now I'm... me! of course, but I'm usually a bit more serious-looking, but my old, happy and cheerful self is still there (I kidnapped it, give me 100 million billion dollars and you can see it again). I am very funny (so my friends say ._. ) and the persons that stand around me for a while never stop laughing, they say I ALWAYS make them laugh. I also love cold, and can wear a short-sleeve shirt down to 10ºC (or 50ºF, so says my comp), and I have never been sick because of the mighty cold. BUT (Bad Unidentified Trainers... I tend to make acronyms [?] with words [I'm an ENTP, I can't help it]) I suffer of the DEADLY disease of the cold hand... that isn't a real disease, come back here, don't even waste your precious breath going to google. It only means that (even in summer! and live in a hot place) my hands are always cold; it's a nice thing in summer, if I'm too hot (yea ladies!... ok I'll shut this self [the one doing the parentheses] up) I only put my hands on my neck or head and I cool down... but *sigh* they get so cold in winter, they ache.
Under this persona, I think I'm really hurt inside (it's me, the parentheses self again, saying it's because of me [as me, as in the person typing this]). When left alone, I only wonder what piece of... bad person I am (bad as in spoiled... spoiled as in a fruit gone bad). I'm sure if my real self would come out (I'm always my real self, if I'm not me, what am I then? [that's philosophical, kiddos]) I would cry... endlessly. I have loved so much, that the once beautiful feeling of love tears my very soul apart. Loving so deeply, and not being responded for so long, hurts so, it can't be typed down. Of course, I have hurt myself, being shy, and not telling the girl I love my feelings (really, will you be shocked if a person you barely know comes to you and tells you that he/she loves you? of course!) or trying to be close to her.
Also, I had to be assertive to stop having... umm, attacks of held back emotions? Because I didn't use to express my feelings so much, many emotions were held back, so when they are too many, a little thing that makes me angry would be enough to make me explode. I would get so mad, having the thing that made me angry as an excuse (and it usually never was so big), and then I would laugh (the few moments I knew my real laughter... going to that part in a bit) so hard, and with such joy in my heart, but then I would cry, with the most painful sadness. And I would go back and forth with that (I would cry because I'm laughing at nothing, then laugh because I cry at being laughing, and so on).
I never had a real voice ._. (you here say "what?"). Since very small I would imitate voices and laughs, so I don't know how to laugh (really, I just laugh very weird, or make fake haha noises, even I'm on the ground, having true joy). So I have fake voices too! =D But thanks to puberty, my throat is kinda cold always (I think of the throat as a muscle) and can't imitate voices very well through the day ('tis until noon I can talk as I want).
AAAAAANNNNDD, you can see from this post I tend to talk a lot if I'm let. You can materialize each letter here into copper, and so every letter has some 10cm square in area, and you can have enough copper to build a skyscraper.
And from last sentence you can see I tend to exaggerate a few things ^^;;
This is me! (I'm VERY weird)
