Well, if for some reason you didn't read the text right above, I am from Alaska. Before you ask, I'll answer the burning questions you have: Yes, I DO ride a polar bear to class. His name is Dimitri. Also, we do live in igloos, and we have only one hour of sunlight a day. After dark, the vampires emerge. You may wonder how I can access the internet or use electricity. Well, the answer is simple: Eskimo magic. It's not that widespread of course, but it's easier to use than you might think, and is pretty environmentally friendly to boot. Unless you consider using a raven fetus to power the homonculus to be "hurtful". But it's only one fetus. Per household.
Is any of that true? No, of course not, though if you believed any of that, thanks for thinking I ride a polar bear. That'd be awesome.
Now, on to slightly less retarded things. You might figure out, if you continue to read this, that, given the slightest opportunity, I like to write. At length. Sometimes it might not make sense. That's what this site gets for inviting me to write about myself.
Well, out of respect for the people reading this, I'll try to keep it short. Besides, there's really not much to tell. I go to UAF (that's the University of Alaska Fairbanks), and I'm a theater major. I know it doesn't like I might have big career opportunities, and you'd be right. But it makes me happy, and that's what counts, right?...Right?........crap.
Well, what else? Oh, I had the (mis)fortune of being born in Houston, Texas. If you've never been there, don't. Or go, and then bitch how it sucked. Fortunately, I was three when we moved to Alaska, so the only real memories I have of it are from when I visited later in life. I say again, it's crap. San Antonio is kinda nice though.
Hope you had fun reading this, in which case I would ask why the hell didn't you stop at "raven fetus"? Well, maybe you're into that. I won't judge. Much.
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