♠egoist

Name: Lia

Age: 21

Birthdate: April 22, 1986

Colors: Black, white, blue, red

Music: Hyde, Dir en grey, X Japan, Gazette, Ayabie, Plastic Tree, Pierrot, Missalina Rei, Noir Fleurir, Kagerou, Penicillin, SADS, Laruku, Kana, anything Key Party (er, almost...), Fatima, Buck-Tick, Spin Aqua, Olivia, etc etc etc. Music owns me. I couldn't live without it, and there are so many musicians I love that I'd be here all night long. I listen to a lot of angry music lately. Am I an angry person? Maybe, or maybe I just like to scream.

Movies: Anything I can get my hands on that thinks outside the box. I've got a serious Japanese horror flick obsession. I love old films, and rarely see anything in the theater, because there's never anything I want to see. I don't know how I can be so dispassionate about something I once had so much passion for.

Games: Again, a game has to make me think. Okami was fucking amazing, even though it's all an expression of Right-Wing Imperial Japan. Americans, imagine playing a game where you wielded a deadly blacklist. It's something along the lines of that. Still, the game was fucking gorgeous. The MegaTen series owns my soul too, but in small doses. I hate the dead stare of the main character in Digital Devil Saga 2. Maybe it's all too familiar. Shadow Hearts, of course. Phoenix Wright makes me laugh, and sometimes I need that. I'm playing Legend of Zelda: Phantom Hourglass in spurts. Sometimes the puzzles drive me insane, so I just turn it off and give it up. Final Fantasy III and FF XII: Revenant Wings come and go in spurts as well. There's some really annoying parts that I hate, and they make me want to chuck my DS out the window. I'm giving another shot at KH: Chain of Memories, but I'm not in love with the series like I used to be. It's fallen flat to me. Maybe I'm outgrowing this whole 'gaming' thing.

Books: I could start a fucking library if I wanted to. I have too many books. There's too much I read to even list. Comic books (things like Fables and Sandman are my favorites). Manga (anything that makes me think, no matter if it's Death Note or something apparently lighter... even though it usually never turns out to be, with the way I overthink things... even manga...). Sci-fi is a great escape for me, but again, it's got to be something that gets me thinking. Orson Scott Card did a fantastic job with the Ender's Game series, and there hasn't been much that could beat it. I'll pick up a Neil Gaiman novel on occasion, but I get a little disappointed more often than not. House of Leaves by Mark Danieleweski would be my ideal book if the crazy layout of the pages didn't give me a migraine. Also, it freaks me out to no end. I only have so much tolerance for that. I couldn't even get past the first part of Fatal Frame in the middle of the day with all the lights on. It freaked me out too much. Maybe part of me believes that ghosts really do exist. But I haven't admitted that yet. Denial ain't just a river in Egypt, you know.

Idiosyncrasies: I have a globe on my desk. When I feel the need to get away, I'll spin it and add a place to my 'places to see' list. I think I ended up with Japan once, but usually it heads for South America. Go figure. Well, I do have a think for beaches, as long as they're quiet and no one will disturb me. However, I'm adverse to getting a tan, so it doesn't really help.

School: Yeah, I'm a literature major. I have no fucking clue what I'll do with it. I'm pretty sure I'd get reamed by my Profs for saying 'fucking' so much. I'm in one of those moods. Go figure. I have no idea what I'll do with the degree. Maybe go on to grad school instead of getting a job. I fear the real world, because I don't think I really fit into it, if that makes any sense. One thing's for sure, I'm getting out of this town if it's the last thing I do. I could never really say it to my family, but it's... stifling. I need to get out of here. This place is full of bad karma for me.