My name is Alyssa. I'm a hikari and my yami's name is Marlie.
Already, I can see the hopeful look in your eyes burn away into nothingness, the cursor on your screen straining toward the 'Back' button to glance over someone else's blog, simply because I used the word 'yami'. I promise you that this is not a fanfic nor an original story. It is not a fantasy, not a dream, and certainly not a Mary-Sue tale. The only reason I used 'yami' is because... I have nothing else to call Marlie.
She is not my sister; we didn't come from the same biological mother. Although we look almost exactly alike, we are not twins or cousins or anything like that. We're not related at ALL. If you must know, my ancestors are directly from Austria. Hers are from Poland.
What other classifications can I dismiss? Well, for one thing, she's not my girlfriend or lover. There is no yuri here, please accept that. I love her more than anything else in this world, but I really don't want to fuck her. The idea isn't at all appealing. It will never happen. Get over it. (I probably just lost ninety percent of my male audience here. Oops.)
She's also not my friend. I have many friends, and none of them could compare to what Marlie is to me. The friends I have know what probably amounts to a lot about Alyssa, the college sophmore who some of them have known for over ten years. A very few friends even know how tight the bond is between Marlie and me. I doubt, however, that even those friends know I would sacrifice their lives in an instant to save Marlie's. I would sacrifice their lives, their family's, their acquaintances, everyone if it was necessary.
Are you getting the idea now? Do you have a word for what Marlie is?
Me neither.
I think that's why I'm starting this blog today.
I guess I should really introduce myself. You'll know me as Alyssa. I go to college in New York at a relatively small liberal arts school. I'm a double major in Information Systems and Business with a minor in Writing. I'm 19 and coming to the end of my second summer as a high school graduate. Er, I'm also female, if you couldn't tell from the logo I made. (Is it just me, or is it way girlie?)
What else? I'm a computer geek, definitely, though more software-oriented than hardware. I don't know jack about hardware other than installing some more RAM. Software matters, on the other hand, is more to me like a comfortable couch. I lounge on it. Play with it. Really, I mess with it. I've been into Photoshop for a while, ever since I began primping photos for Horseland. (Yeah, I was on Horseland when I was 12. Wanna fight about it?)
If you're anything like my college mentor, you too were like "WTF? Why are you minoring in Writing with all that other shit on your plate?" when you saw it. The answer is that I love writing and using grammar. I am a grammar whore. In fact, I have a t-shirt that says 'Bad grammar makes me [sic].' It's awe-inspiring when I go out. I'm also one of those annoying people you had in high school who would get a teacher-produced packet, raise their hand, and warble "Mrs. Plum, I've found a mistake on page three. You surely meant t-h-e-r-e, not t-h-e-i-r." And the poor teacher would grit her teeth and force the clench into a smile. "Of course, Alyssa, thank you. Everyone please correct your hand-out..."
I made so many enemies out of teachers that way. That, and I read under my desk and still do in college, occasionally, when the lecture might just kill me if I didn't have One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest or Madame Bovary. I don't bring Harry Potter or the Twilight series (check out Stephenie Meyer, she's phenomenal) into class. Not because I'm prejudiced to modern fiction or anything-- the literary classics books are smaller and easier to hide when the TA lurks close by.
I read manga fairly often in class too. Unless you get the more expensive and bigger volumes (which I don't. I'm Jewish.), they're like television in very small packages. Oh no, I've mentioned manga. Ready for this? ANIME. Bam. There goes a third of my audience. That said, I'm not an anime freak. Really. My aunt bought me an Inuyasha plushie for Christmas a while ago and I don't hump it at night. It's not even in my bed. Actually, it's not even in my room. Now that I'm thinking about it, where is it?
... just remembered. We had a yard sale two years ago and I discovered exactly what Inuyasha is worth to me: 75 cents.
The anime I'm hooked on currently is Rozen Maiden. It's a girl anime, yes, but it's adorable and has actual substance along with the fluff. Those're my favorite types.
Speaking of things I watch, I don't tend to watch too much TV. Instead I get hooked on series by watching clips of them on YouTube and then pirating entire seasons in 8 GB torrents. Recent faves are House and Veronica Mars. If I had to pick a favorite channel that's live on TV, it would be Discovery Health. Mystery Diagnosis is great.
This'll conclude my post for now. I'm actually waiting for Marlie to call, so if you'll excuse me...
Saturday, August 11
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5 comments:
I like your blog! It's funny. Cha!!
Hikaris Yamis, I think, if you would, people tend to call them soulmates. I am not certain that this is what you are describing but it has the same merits. For me, even an animal can be a person's soulmate. It has nothing to do with romance, or relations, it just a connection between souls that exists before they meet.
I feel that to a degree other people do not exist unless you meet them. (They are there but it doesn't mean they exist) You meet them, they come into being, and when you forget about ever knowing them then they stop existing. (Not when you loose touch with them, but when you stop remembering them) Some people however, you meet and you have already known them, sometimes you get deja vu feeling that surronds them, other times there is no explanation about how or why the connection is.
I believe that before you came to this world you already planned to meet with these people and no matter how many choices you make to deverge from this path to meeting them you'll always return to the path.
I'm sorry if this gives you the werido creeps, fine say so and I wouldn't comment on your blog any more.
I am interested however in your minor? I have a terrible need to write. I can create stories and ideas out of dirt. As you probably noticed, I'm not the clearest when it comes to grammar. Which classes have you taken that would be the most affective method to begin breaking threw that.
Also, I haven't a clue on how I got a blogger name on this site but apparently I have. So aren't you lucky!
Bernadette,
I tried to comment on your profile, but it says it's not public. Hopefully you'll get back on here to read!
I pretty much agree with everything you said. Marlie is my soul mate exactly as you described it. I've met a lot of people, but none have the connection that we have- when we met, it didn't feel like I was meeting a stranger at all.
You don't give me the weirdo creeps. Please do keep commenting! It makes me feel better to know that what I write is being read by someone who understands. The point of this blog is to defy the stereotype of yamis and hikaris and bring it into light that while the terms are somewhat made-up, the concept is real.
On grammar: I'm actually a natural at grammar and have never really struggled with it. If I were you though, I would buy The Little Brown Compact Book by Jane E. Aaron (5th edition). It's extremely helpful and includes everything from the utter basics of sentences to writing a term paper.
Thanks so much for commenting!
~Alyssa~
PS: You have a Blogger name because you must have a Google account. Google bought Blogger a while ago. :)
I was suprised when I was sent this site by gmail, and was even more suprised when I realised exactly what you mean. I love your personalities and the way you seem to click with each other perfectly. I have a 'yami' I suppose, someone I would kill for, no matter how much poeple tried to sway me.
Personally I'm glad I'm not just crazy ^^
HikariElfie
HikariElfie,
I keep getting told by people that someone sent them this site... apparently I have some rabid fan already. O_o
I'm glad you like my blog. Keep reading!
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