I was born at the beginning of a decade, the 80′s to be precise. Growing up, I moved around a lot, which meant changing schools and making new friends. I lived in Virginia, California, Florida–and for most of my life–in boring, cold, covered-with-salt-for-six-months, Ohio. The reason for the moving was due to my dad being in the Navy, but we eventually settled in Ohio since my Mom’s family lives here. I spent 1st through 12th grade in the same city, although moving a few times… which meant going to three different elementary schools and two different middle schools. But I stayed in the same place for all of high school.
I wasn’t ever a perfect student. I was the kind of person who absorbed information and loved learning, but never did any homework. This meant I usually aced my tests, but failed classes because I never turned in work. My report cards were typically filled with A’s B’s, and F’s. I had a good GPA twice in my life, my first semester of my senior year, and for one semester in college where I had a 3.0 and a 4.0. Instead of focusing on work, I focus on everything else. I absorbed myself in a million projects, namely extra-curriculars. In recent years, it was making websites and spending too much time doing other creative things.
I’ve been drawing since I was old enough to hold a pencil. However, I’ve been drawing well enough for it to mean anything for only about 4 years. In other words, that means practicing constantly. When I was little, I wanted to be an animator. When I was older, I wanted to be an illustrator. When I went into college I wanted to be a graphic designer. Now, I wouldn’t mind finishing up my degree for graphic design, if only to have a well-enough-paying job to get me by while I draw comics on the side for fun.
I’ve been making websites since 1997, but non-stop since 1999. It’s been a constant pass-time, and has been a side source of income from time to time. Since I started, I’ve always had the desire to keep some kind of website somewhere. I don’t think this will ever go away.
I started cosplaying (dressing up as anime/video game characters) in 2002. It started out as something I wanted to do on whim, and ended up taking over my life for a few years there. Now-a-days, I’m not so into cosplaying as I am running the cosplay department at a few conventions. I’ve also judged at quite a few cons in the past. I enjoy making and wearing my costumes, but I know that I’ll never be a hot, skinny, attractive girl in a skimpy costume. So, I’ll never be a “famous cosplayer”, not that I really care. I have fun cosplaying with my friends, and I enjoy doing it. So, I don’t think much else matters really.
Speaking of which, I used to be a regular “weaboo” back in the day. I was very obsessed with anything Japanese, especially anime and video games. Now, I don’t think I’ve watched an anime series in a few years. I do still enjoy video games. I still do participate actively in the fandom and some communities out there. I think I’ve calmed down and stopped being so obsessive. I still would like to learn the language a bit and go to Japan on a short vacation someday. But… not quite as vehemently as I did in the past.