Akira

I'm from Santa Cruz. For those of you who haven't heard our infamous name, we're a weird folk. Quite simply, it's a hippy town. Lots of tree-hugging and natural foods stores. I myself abstain from such activities, but am none the less strange. For one, I'm a slave to the Japanese culture. Posters and wallscrolls of various anime/video game characters hang from the walls of my room. Half a dozen video game systems litter the ground and shelves. Stacks of DVDs, CDs, and video games lurk in the shadows of the corners of my room. It is an unorganized environment, with clothing chucked at the door in hopes that one less lazy will retrieve and launder them for me. About the only thing that doesn't have a layer of dust upon it is my iPod, nicknamed Gir. Gir helps me get through the daily grind by providing Led Zeppelin, System of the Down, The Beatles, and countless other artists. Oh, and I'm a sophmore in high school attending Pacific Collegiate School. There, that wasn't so bad.