I'm sixteen and graduating high school--yes, I'm going to college, and I'm pretty damn excited about it. I'm Euro-Asian(in my case, a mix of Swiss, Italian, Filipino, Spanish, and Chinese--a mutt, to be exact. And yes, I am calling myself a mutt. The same goes for the rest of my family).

My hair has it's own mind. Seriously. Sometimes it's straight, sometimes it's not. The color even changes on its own. It's either golden brown or red. It's all up to my hair really.

I was fourteen when I started writing. My first write-ups were about some pretty deep sh*t--mother earth turned into a trash can, a river comparing itself to a whore, children dying of hunger on Christmas.

Dang, I just realized, with most of my feature articles ending like that, you would probably think that I'm some dark and scary kid. Let me just tell you that I'm the complete opposite. Some of my friends think I'm too happy-go-lucky for my own good--but then again, they say I'm also pretty mean most of the time. Oh, I'm also an airhead.

Other than writing, my hobbies range from banging my head on the piano, singing--probably screeching--to the top lungs, plucking out the strings in my guitar, and losing a LOT of valuable stuff. Oh, I also have a habit of drawing random people (I don't know who the hell those people I draw are. They just keep popping up in my head).

I have a blog on wordpress: unchartedescape.wordpress.com . Most of the stuff I put there are short love stories(typical, I know, I can't help it) and feature articles--those being based on the problems of the world like war, suicide, and drowning.

I tend to get myself lost in thought most of the time. Though on most occurrences, my mind just wanders aimlessly into some blank space in my mind. Basically, I just think and stare at absolutely nothing--all I need is a bit of drool dripping down my chin to complete the whole picture of the perfect idiot.

 Damn, I suck at writing about myself.