Hey, I'm Brianna!
. . .
Anywho, I'm nobody important. Just a normal person. Damn, I just insulted myself.
Okay, I'm not really normal. Or sane. Or teenager-ish. The only think I can think of myself as is Me.
I hate Twilight, but I love vampires and werewolves. The idea of such creatures utterly fascinates me. However, the way it portrayed them made me cringe. Vampires are mean to be fearsome, not sparkly! Oh, how the mighty have fallen...
Harry Potter was my latest obsession. It was actually kinda weird. I don't quite remember how it started, but it certainly did, and WOW was it fun to terrorize people. Their looks of absolute terror will keep my dreams sweet for many years to come. (dreamy sigh)
However, I know that there are some serious flaws in Harry Potter. The plot has some gaping holes in it. It was a good story for when I was younger, but now that I'm a bit less starry-eyed and fanatical, I can see where things get s bit screwy. I've actually made a bit of a game out of it. For every time I discover something undeniably wrong and fail-worthy about the Harry Potter Series, I must in some way shape or form injure myself.
Hey, don't look at me like that. It's a fun game.
Crap, I forgot what my point was... oh well...
In case you haven't already guessed, that is where the not-so-sane part comes in. My mental state was already declared to be quite unstable. I would probably be put on anti-depressant right now--IF I had gone to the therapist. But I didn't. So here I am, cynic attitude and all.
Merry Christmas, assholes.
Thanks for looking at this useless thing that tells you absolutely nothing. It's nice to know that some people care. Or it least, they try to. And that, meus carus
, makes all the difference.