Since this is my first post, I might as well say some things about myself.
Because I’m sure you’re dying to know more about me. (not)
I am Rosie Tupper’s slightly younger and uglier doppelganger. Call me Ophelie. No, it’s not my real name. No, I’m not going to disclose it to you unless I feel like you deserve it, you ungrateful peasant.
My hobbies and talents include:
✶ scratching off terribly uninspired lyrics on imaginary tunes I’m never gonna be able to compose because my musical sense is almost nonexistent
✶ writing poems about how great my social life is and – how could I not – about the indisputable greatness of my high school years (not)
✶ coercing myself into getting overly attached to literary characters and then crying over their totally unfair deaths (because I’m that emotional)
✶ bursting off some serious dance moves alone in my room (which my mum says resemble sleepwalking, but alas)
✶ pretending to be all philosophical and stuff
✶ spending hours researching on things I’m certainly going to need in real life (not)
✶ being an active member of the debate club and brushing up my already perfect public speaking skills (not)
✶ getting enough sleep (not), modesty, and irony.
Oh, wait. Isn’t that last one considered a superpower nowadays? Oh yes. It is.