I enjoy being weird.

I talk to myself, laugh a lot, daydream that I'm some sort of girl-Wolverine reborn while ignoring the mountain of tasks at hand. 

An elf makes a good substitute too (Tolkien's fighting elves, mind you, not Santa's pudgy little helpers), when I get bored with the whole creepy-yet-fascinating-bones-protuding-out-from-knuckles thing. 

I love books; that's why I came here -to read and read and read till the battery on my phone finishes and we cue me scrambling to get to da charga. 

I love to write too, to pour out all of my excess, unneeded imagination brewing and brimming inside my head onto a piece of parchment, for your -and my- enjoyment.

The gym is a battlefield, and I'm the first blood. 

I hate sports. Casualties happen when I try to do anything sports-related. I can't run- I end up stumbling, tripping and falling flat on my face. When I do run, a turtle could probably crawl past me with ease. I'm extremely clumsy, thus the whole thing with the ball slipping out of my hands and onto my face.

One more useless fact about me:

I'm short. 

*flips table*