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Eh, might as well be honest.

• I'm fat - very much so - and not very attractive, so you won't find a full-body picture of me. I tend to shy away from cameras. Seriously. I don't think I've let someone take an unobscured picture of me in over five years. My mother, however, can probably make an age-progression flipbook from images of me with my hands covering my face.
• I like comics, both American and manga. I used to entertain fantasies of breaking into the comics industry, but I have kind of laid those to rest. The hows and whys of comic-making and the comics industry, particularly webcomics, though, still interest me quite a bit.
• I attend the Cameron School of Business at the University of St. Thomas, working towards my MBA. I also did my undergrad degree there, earning a Bachelors in Business Administration with a creative writing minor. Secret fact: I hate business so very, very much.
• I live with my family. They're pretty awesome, in very strange ways. That in no way lessens my intense desire to move out.
• I love the funny. I will do many things for a laugh, and I feel that people who lack a sense of humor are sad, empty husks of human beings.
• I am something of a geek. Or nerd. Or dork. There are subtle differences between the three. I get along well with other nerds/geeks/dorks. They are my people.
• I choose to believe that if you are shirtless in your OKCupid profile photo, then you are shirtless all the time.
• I'm an enigma, wrapped in mystery, enveloped in secrecy, dipped in a delicious candy coating.
• I am deathly allergic to taking anything (myself included) too seriously.

School, job hunting. Fun times. Not really.

I'm fat? I'm tall? I get called 'sir' almost weekly by cashiers and whatnot, so I'm guessing it's not the boobs or anything feminine... Maybe I should start wearing makeup and plunging necklines or something. Eh.

People who have spoken to me in meatspace as well as online quickly realize that I speak exactly the same way I type. I even say things like "intertubes" and "double-you tee eff", though I suppose the usage could be more accurately categorized as ironic, rather than genuine. I also call it 'meatspace' much to the chagrin of, well, everyone I've ever known. I like the term, dammit.

High school pretty effectively killed my love of reading, which I think is kind of sad. It is slowly returning to some small degree, at least.
I did recently read World War Z, which I loved. Zombies scare the bejibbers out of me. There is something so inherently horrifying about them. So naturally, I read the damn book when it's pitch black outside and I'm alone in the house. Clearly, I am BRILLIANT.

Also just read Calcium Made Interesting, which is a collection of Graham Chapman's writings.The following excerpt about Chapman's antics has convinced me that not only is he one of my heroes (he had already attained that rank for being in Monty Python), but he might well have been my soulmate:
Invited to speak at the Cambridge Union, he appeared dressed as a carrot. Refusing to speak, he smiled happily at the room for a full ten minutes. Jon Cleese called it 'the only time in world history that a totally silent man has succeeded in inciting a riot'.

I don't really go out much, so I don't see a lot of movies. I am a sucker for musicals and animation (not so much some of the more recent ones, but the Incredibles? Was awesome). I think the last film I chose to see in theaters was probably Slither, which I enjoyed muchly. As far as TV goes, my entire family is addicted to The Office, and I may have an unhealthy amount of love for both Scrubs and Firefly. I am also just slightly addicted to the Food Network, and that is probably part of the reason I want to cook so often. Good Eats never fails to entertain me.
I recently fell in love with Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog, though I don't know that it counts as a movie or television show...

I tend to love music that makes my snobby siblings want to disown me. I apparently do not possess the 'ironic appreciation' gene, so my love of awful music is, in fact, genuine.

I love to cook, but my family is super-picky to the point where I really don't feel like bothering most of the time.

I think this particular prompt is ridiculous.

Lizards. One day, science will give me my very own neckfrill. One glorious day.

What makes people think, feel, and act as they do.

I do not spend nearly as much time as I ought to thinking about my classes. Bad me.

Why cartoons these days are largely utter crap. Seriously, Cartoon Network. What the hell. Even Adult Swim has devolved into a cesspool of random comedic abortions. Venture Brothers and Metalocalypse need to take over.
(Yeah, I spend time thinking about cartoons. Geeky McNerdpants, here.)

Feminism.

I think a lot about committing Random Acts of Art and unleashing it on the city. But I never actually do it. Sadface.

What I will do when the zombies come. Or, rather, which one of the three people who have offered will mercy-kill me first after the zombiepocalypse begins.

At home. Watching TV -- probably an Astros or Rockets game, depending on the time of year, and almost always What Not To Wear (anyone who has seen how I dress laughs and laughs upon finding out I watch that show). Also, wasting time on the intertubes. I lead a very dull life.

Huh. Short of my weight, I'll probably admit to almost anything if asked. So ask away.

You are hilarious, creative, intelligent, and have a basic grasp of proper spelling and grammar. I am serious about that last one, people. If you cannot be bothered to type out "y-o-u" instead of "u", I cannot be bothered to talk to you. Just don't do it. It makes me disgruntled and twitchy. And also! Don't use pet names. For serious. My name is Jenni. Just call me Jenni. I am aware that it is a little irrational, but calling me "baby", "sweetie", etc. is offputting enough to make me want to block you immediately. Only one person in my life has ever been able to call me "baby" and NOT make my skin crawl with disgust and loathing. You are not that person.

Additionally, message me if our 'enemy' rating is over 70%. I seriously want to know what that would entail. Do you eat puppies? Set fire to orphanages? I MUST KNOW.