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Hi, there, everybody. The chances are pretty slim that no body is going to read this, but if you do, feel free to leave a comment!
OK, a little bit about myself:
Age: 15. Sophmore in high school.
Obsessions: Phantom of the Opera/Lord of the Rings, reading and writing about POTO and LOTR, archery, reading/writing in general. More on POTO/LOTR later.
Social Standing: I'm a loner by choice. The people who I actually like are either a lot older than me, or they already have a tight-knit cirle of friends, usually both. I hold most of the petty, shallow people in my grade with contempt, but there are a few I can stand, and one or two I actually like! Once again, more on this later.
Glasses: yes, and I'm damn proud of them! They contribute to the bookish immage I'm trying to cultivate.
What I like to wear: I HAVE NO FASHION SENSE!!! My favorite outfit is an old, dirty, comfortable pair of sneakers, some well-broken-in jeans, and a big, baggy T-shirt with a fairy or some other supernatural being on it. My favorite is this huge, spring-green thing with a blonde, curly-haired, Tolkein-Elvish-type fairy sitting in some grass with her hands wrapped around her knees, contemplating something we can't see.
Stance on religion: To each his/her/its own. I won't bug you with my values if you don't bug me with yours. Let's just say that, while I don't think I'm an vampire and I'm not some sort of devil-worshiping cultist (I actually don't believe in the devil. Humans just made him up to have someone to blame when their own stupidity created problems), my religion, while recognized as an official religion, just as valid as Christianity or Judaeism (sp?), is fairly controversial, and so I'd prefer not to list it. Also, I took a Vow of Silence (only tell the people who need to know), and it's a lot better this way.
Stance on politics: I live in California. 'Nuff said.

Family: today I'll write about where my HOME is. Sometime later I'll cover my HOUSE. I live with my mom, brother, sister, dog, cat, two parakeets, and three chickens.
I love my mom. She is everything I want to be: strong, compassionate, friendly, personable, and has great taste in books. She encourages my writing and always says something positive, even when it sucks.
Brother: 13, born in Australia, but he dosen't remember it. It's my firm belief that he'll get into NASA if he dosen't blow himself up first. Last winter, he build a sort of bazooka for potatoes, and he recently designed and built a smaller version, the "Potato Pistol." Recently, he was looking down the barrel of the Pistol while he fiddled with the igniter (the equivalent of the trigger). The Pistol works like this: a spark from a flint-and-steel igniter catches a layer of hairspray which creates a firey explosion, and rockets the potato out of the mouth of the gun. Anyway, Peter (my brother) was doing what I said above, and apperantly there was still some hairspryay left. Of course, he shot himself in the eye. He burned off the eyelashes and eyebrow for his right eye, and a good patch of hair, too. The Potato Pistol was duly confiscated, but Peter maintains that was one of the coolest things to ever happen to him.
Sister: 8, name of Anna, holy terror. Got kicked out of kindergarten. Need I say more?
Dog: he came with the name of Moocher, which is still his official name. We also call him Rollo, Frodo, Bilbo, Moocher of Morgoth, Fatty Bolger, Dog of Doom, Lil' Nose, Fuzzybug, Heffalump, Mr. Squatkins, Squanto, Mr. Tumnus, Trotwood, Stubbling, and Catepillar. He is a tiny little Norwich terrier who barks like crazy every time a car passes. We all love him to pieces, and talk to him constantly.
Cat: she came with the name "Patches," which fits her about as well as a troll's left-handed glove would fit a Hobbit's right hand, as they say in Middle-Earth (yes, I did make that up myself.). She is now called Cassie, which is short for Cassandra. She's my baby, and undisputed LORD of the household! Tremble before the awsome wrath of the KITTY!!!
Parakeets: they're technically Anna's but Mom and I take care of them. Their official names are Penelope and Little Handsome, but I call them Christine and Raoul, after my favorite beleagued couple. Mom calls them Penelope and Odessyus. As you can tell, we're quite a literate family.
Chickens: I forget their names. They're idiots.

Well, that's enogh for today. Drop me a line, tell me what you think. See y'all later.