Now, when I started this webpage, it was just a nice excuse to tell the world that I hated the Backstreet Boys and their music, and to find cool backgrounds and obsess about what colors would go nicely with them. Well, at this point it still is only that (plus it's pretty cool cause now I have a place to complain about the lack of American culture on..) However, (very) few people have told me I should write about myself, therefore making this the average homepage made by the average nerd (not that I'm a nerd, I'm a loser thank you very much...)

So I guess now is the time when I reveal all the top-secret information about myself...

Alright, well first of all, I am what people call a female human being. Well, no, forget about the middle part, just a female being, I'm not quite sure about the human part yet. I'm in high school, the school year hasn't started yet, but I can say I hate it and be pretty sure this information won't become inaccurate anytime soon.

I live in Michigan at the moment, used to live in Pennsylvania (never again please), and spent ten years of my life in Rueil-Malmaison, a few km from Paris before that. I still don't understand why my house in France was pink.. It really scarred me for life I think. That must be it.. Along with my dear dad dropping me from the table as he was changing my diaper when I was a mere infant. That's what has made me become the psycho that I now am.

One of my greatest passion is music. There is no need to tell you what music I listen to since there is a list of my favorite 25 songs on this webpage.. My favorite album though is Nevermind by Nirvana. I also love reading, my favorite author being Edgar Allan Poe.

Well since I have nothing better to say, I'd like to say hi to all the other psychos in my life (if you are a friend of mine and you are not mentioned below, you are not a psycho, I'm sorry to say...):
Rashi, Neha, Paul, Jakob, Bri, Bob, and that's all the people I can think of at this instant...

Things to know about me:
* I'm omniscient
* I'm omnipotent

Well, actually I'm not as much the second one as the first... I'm not really either, but they're cool terms, and I have fooled many people into thinking I am.

Let's see, what else. Well, I have a boyfriend, he's name is irrelevent because before someone reads this I'm sure I will have a new boyfriend. As in the "I hate school" comment, the "I have a boyfriend" comment is basically just as likely to become inaccurate.

I would like to share with you, dearest reader, a story I like to call "The most disturbing thing I ever ate." This story starts out in Japan where I was spending ten days with my parents during spring break two years ago. Japan is a marvelous country, but somehow, after 8 days of visiting numerous temples day after day, I was getting, how shall we say? A bit bored out of my fucking mind. Just a bit though, the rest of me was enjoying getting so much culture shoved into it. Now, don't get me wrong, I am not complaining at all, I loved Japan, and now I can be sure I will impress my future bosses by saying "Misu o kudasai" in their faces all day long. Let's get to the crucial part already though...

It was a very calm day (as all the days before that had been, and all the days after would be actually), and I was having dinner in a nice restaurant with my parents. I was enjoying my sushi, while staring in an awe at the cook who could control a butcher knife, oh so well. When suddenly, out of no where, our waitress comes out of the kitchen, with a plate of... food I suppose it was and puts it on our table. Now this wouldn't have been so bad except that:
a) We hadn't ordered that food and,
b) everyone in the restaurant was laughing (apparently at us, the plate of food, and back at us.)
Now this was very alarming because as a general rule, Japanese people don't laugh.. Except when they're extremely embarassed or pulling a trick on you.

Well anyway, I was starving because as I learned in those ten days, raw fish doesn't fill you up that much. So I took some of the food delicatly with my chopsticks and decided not to look at it too long. However, my parents had the terrible idea to ask what it was. So the sushi chef told us some Japanese name I have forgotten, and said he didn't know what the name of it was in English (chuckle, chuckle..)

At this point the food was in my mouth, and I was a hard time convincing my tongue to push it down my throat to be swallowed... You could imagine my shock when my dad passed me his little translating book that identified the substance in my mouth as fish sperm.