I speak NOTHING like I write. I open my mouth and I become illiterate, I swear. People are usually surprised whenever they read my writing after they know me for a while, and are used to the way I speak. (and I mean that like.. in stories. not here on tumblr. here on tumblr, I type the same way I would speak. XP)
I only signed up for French class in high school because I wanted to be ~cool~ and not take Spanish like everyone else. I only stayed in French for two more years because my French teacher was legitimately one of the coolest people I’ve ever known.
for my sixteenth birthday (“Sweet 16”), I didn’t ask for a car like the normal kids. I asked for the complete sets of Death Note and Ouran High School Host Club mangas. I got them. c: oh, and also eight movie replicas of Harry Potter wands. ‘cause my family supports my fandoms. XP
I live in a family of nerds. legitimate nerds, not the whole “cutesy-kinda-nerdy” thing. my dad and my brother kind of act normal, but they can flip the nerd switch REAL quick and go off into an argument of random ass comic books and their characters and supporting characters and obscure spin-off characters that no one should even know about.. My dad is the biggest Spiderman and Aliens fanboy ever, and he even has like 3 Spiderman tattoos and an Aliens tattoo.. and my brother has a Bantha skull tattoo. from Star Wars. /sigh. not even to mention the action figure collection that my dad has in our living room.. it’s no joke. and everyone in my family fangirls so hard whenever we get wind of a new comic book movie coming out.. the first Spiderman movie actually came out on my parents’ anniversary, and it was pretty much the happiest day of my dad’s life. not even joking.