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[technicallyoneofakind]

9, 20, and 100

9. How tall are you?

UUUUUH. 5′4″ I think. I’m kinda the average hight for a woman. Hold on. Let me check. 

Yeah. About average height in the US. I haven’t checked my height in years, but I’m an inch taller than my mother who’s around that height herself. Anyway. Hurray. I fit the norm in something. 

*proceeds to scream internally at not being able to reach the higher shelf due to normal if not too short an average height for my sex*

20. Are you religious?

Not really. I used to be Christian but honestly, that’s only because my family is predominantly Christian in practice. I’ve... never really gotten the big deal about it personally. That was a pretty big sign I should think of different viewpoints when it comes to what I believe spiritually rather than blindly follow what I’ve been taught all these years. Don’t get me wrong, there are some good morals and values that come out of that ideology I’ve picked up and I’m glad to have them. It’s the whole contradictory nature how people and the written word of the religion and my past with a very intense zealot of a grandmother that really turned me away. Not really a stellar analogy, but you could compare it to seeing a fandom constantly infighting and being toxic while you’re just getting into what should be an enlightening and pretty good video game and having one person- who’s related to you- constantly try to get you to play that game without giving your own tastes and viewpoints a second thought. That’s kind of why I don’t participate in it... Or any other specific religion. 

I do think there’s a higher power. I would be wrong to assign a name, face, or personality to something that grand. After all, how could we even know what they’re like? They aren’t human. I do have this idea that maybe all of the gods of separate religion are part of this grander thing and perhaps we’re just seeing its different faces- but that’s kind of breaking down others’ beliefs in the process so I don’t really employ it as a central ideal. I generally say “the universe isn’t happy with me today” in jest, but even I can’t be sure whether it’s even the universe either. 

Which is funny, cause I use a digital tarot app as a horoscope in a way. I don’t even know if I’m truly tapping into anything larger than myself, but it kind of does make me wonder what in the day is going to be part of the prediction which influences my actions and helps me plan accordingly. Kind of a Jedi mind trick, really.  

100. Color of your room?

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I DON’T KNOW ANYMORE! 

I have so many things and posters on my wall! I got pokemon cards! Digimon cards! Black Butler posters! Durarara posters/bookmarks! Art poster cards from that museum in Winter Park, Florida! VINCENT VALENTINE PRINT! A still in the package Hotwheels model of KITT from Knight Rider- the 1980′s version. A framed picture of Decim that judges my sins! Some nice pictures! JAPANESE FANS! (I think... They could be Chinese), Dragon posters! Posters with a skeleton/skull on them! THAT ONE NARUTO SHIRT I THOUGHT WAS THE SH*T IN HIGHSCHOOL! DOCTOR WHO THINGS! MY GRADUATION CAP FROM COLLEGE! M I NE CR A FT P OS T E R! A N G E L  POSTER! F A KE NINJA SWORDS!  FEZ! 

The walls have peeling red paint (lack of primer) revealing those slightly stripey drywall patterns found in doublewide mobile homes. 

Yeah. When I finally moved out of my father’s house I slowly began to freely plaster my room with whatever I wanted because when I did live with him partly, I was so scared he’d just take it down or demand I take it down because he didn’t like it or something like that. For context, this is the same man who probably took my Mew Two plush and got rid of it and also attempted to get rid of a cool knock off transformer that became a sweet mecha dragon I was trying to repair and was very attached to. So all I ended up having on my walls was this one thing I made that said, “Auron FFX!!” (cause I was into Final Fantasy X- he didn’t like that game either- and Auron was my favorite character), a fabric banner of a local sports team that I increasingly grew tired of (I don’t care much for sports), a whale picture, and a picture of my mom as a teen... And I think there was a family photo, but considering that my father was in it, I refused to look at it that much. 

So yeah. That’s why currently my room is an explosion of art and themes and has so many anime posters! I didn't even mention the 3 bulletin boards with some of my art and a bunch of small prints of characters/scenes bought at anime conventions tucked into them (they’re the kind with the ribbons pinned across them so they’re thumb-tackless)! 

Why do I always go more in-depth with these than I need to? What the hell?