
I'm 20. I live in England (with a lovely *ahem* Northern accent). I'm fictionalcharactersexual but also in a relationship with my bed and food.
Slightly extremely obsessed with Sherlock, Doctor Who, Lost, Harry Potter, Scrubs, House, Top Gear, a lot of comedy (basically all the "British" ones) and whatever else ends up on my tumblr! Also obsessed with Les Mis and Phantom of the Opera.
Hello! I’m Ema (There were like 5 people named Emma in my year at school so it got very confusing so I dropped an ‘m’ and have now spelt it like that for many years and I only use ‘Emma’ for official things-Long story short).
Useless facts/information about me I may update now and again:
- I love my doggy more than anything in the world.
- I’m fictionalcharactersexual. True story.
- I’m in a relationship with my bed, though. And food. We have an agreement.
- I’m 5’3.” (and a half..ish) and I love my height.
- I love my figure
especially my boobs. - I have freckles which I love. They’re more prominent in summer (mainly on my forehead, chin, and sides of face but I always have them on my nose and cheeks)
- I have a cleft chin/chin dimple. Some people think it’s cute. I’m impartial to it.
- 95% of the time I can remember all my dreams in vivid detail.
- I am very clumsy (but my most serious injuries (& only hospital trips) have only been splitting my lip open when I was a toddler, badly sprained ankle and cut head open twice).
- I can manipulate other people very easily. I think it’s one of my biggest talents. I’m not amazingly proud of it or anything but I do do it a lot.
- I am more than likely to spill whatever food/drink I am eating/drinking or holding for someone.
- I am an extremely fussy eater and mostly live off food which involves pizza, potatoes (eg. chips, potato shapes), pasta, cheese, meat and bread (and also junk food).
- I get nervous and panicky when I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be doing/where I’m supposed to be going (eg. when I have to go somewhere on my own for the first time).
- I’m not afraid to die. I’m really not. As long as it doesn’t hurt then I’m fine with it. If somebody told me I was going to die right now, then so be it. I would like time to say goodbye to everyone and maybe do a few more things in life but why be afraid of the inevitable?
- I’m very laid back. I always think whatever happens will happen and everything seems to have a way of working out for the best with me.
- I hold pens/pencils/whatever in a weird way and have been told off in Nursery, Primary and Secondary school for this and it’s been commented on many times.
- I always do my smileys backwards. I’ve done it for years now and it’s just habit and kind of my thing/trademark. (:
- I can’t pronounce my ‘th’ properly (I say it as ‘f’ eg. thunder becomes funder’). I have to concentrate really hard on not doing it.
- I have a birthmark on my arm and when I was younger I thought it was a mark left by a bee weeing on me (I was only young, okay?! I swear it was not there before the bee landed on me!!)
- I have a small, faint grey mark on my left knee where I kneeled on a really sharp pencil and it stabbed me.
- I have a scar on my lip from where I fell over on to a path when I was a toddler. My brother has a scar in the same place where he fell over on to a wooden train tunnel toy when he was a toddler. Weird, right?
- I’m really pale (as in “Are you feeling ill/are you tired? You look really pale” pale)
- I live in shorts (with leggings or colourful tights). I can’t remember the last time I wore jeans or trousers. It’s shorts, PJ bottoms (at home) or occasionally dresses/skirts.
- I will badly hurt you if you should ever wake me up when I am sleeping. If it’s life or death then I may let you off but anything other than that and it’ll be your death.
- Hand dryers very rarely work for me (I mean automatic ones you place your hands under). Seriously. It’s gotten to the point where I refuse to use them from fear of embarrassment of me wildly waving my hands under them and screaming at them to work.
- I can’t blow up balloons. I think I’ve done it twice in my life (and only after somebody had blown it up). It’s quite embarrassing.
- I sleep really weird. I need two pillows but sleep on the very edge of one (with the other propped up behind it) and I have to cocoon myself in all of my double duvet. I can’t have my head exposed (other than eyes and mouth/nose. I also wriggle A LOT until I get comfy. I sleep diagonally in my double bed. Basically, I am a nightmare (half pun slightly in tended) to share a bed with.
- I can make a noise like a fish (kind of) by sort of vibrating/puckering my lips. I’ve never met anybody else who’s able to do it.
- I always feel car sick if somebody has the heater on. I end up having to open a window to get some fresh air and/or ask for the cold to be turned on which ends up everybody in the car being freezing. Better than me actually being sick!
- When I was a child, I used to hug random (or “special”) lampposts and tell them I loved them. Yep…
- I was awkward and difficult even before I was born due to the fact all the doctors/midwives thought I was the right way up (Got to love early 90s technology). Turns out I was breech and they only found this out when my Mum was in labour and had to have an emergency C-section. I made her miss Neighbours because of this. I like to be difficult.
- I suffer from Selective Sound Sensitivity Syndrome (4S) or a slightly midler form of Misophonia.
- If you ever use the “:3” (I typed it D: D: D:) emoticon at me then I will probably kill you. You cannot understand my hatred for it.
- I really dislike tap water. It tastes horrible so I always have bottled water.
- I love cup of teas. I mean really love them. (I’m “British”. It’s expected of me!)
- My pinky sticks out when I am drinking (especially when drinking from a cup/mug) or generally holding things. It’s embarrassing sometimes.