Scrambling for Metaphors

Aspiring authoress. Chronic roleplayer. Teenage girl.

My name is Nikki. You are free to call me this, or Diary, or any variation of either one, or both, or a new name entirely of your own invention. (I love "nik"-names.)

I'm a denizen of the eastern United States, a Yankee stuck in the South, a Steelers fan in Tarheel territory. I'm a procrastinator, a perfectionist, a wannabe writer, a roleplayer. I'm a yellow belt, a chocoholic, a bibliophile, a bowler. I'm a dork, an ex-weeaboo, a Harvest Moonie, an internet junkie, a closet romantic. I'm a Gaiaddict, a ferret, a weirdo, a WriMo, an artsy type. I'm a good student, a bad athlete, a Republican, a Catholic, a realist. I'm a a sweetheart and a bitch, a n00b and a smartass, an angsty girl and a mature teen, a friend and an enemy, a contradiction.

I rarely catch 11:11, or shooting stars, and birthday candles are only annual, and chain letters are bullshit; but when I do score a wish, I wish for a fantastic, unbelievable adventure, the kind you find in the fantasy section at the bookstore and the library. Good things come to those who wait (:

Un Lun Dun is my favorite book - not because of the presence of a parallel world or the wonderful sense of adventure (which are great elements), but because it taught me that you don't have to be the "chosen one" to accomplish something truly great.

I might as well come out and say it: I'm going on fourteen. If you don't like it, I don't care - just don't add me. I promise I'm very mature "for my age" and have been told so many times. To quote Mark Twain: "Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter."