This is important so you better lock it up tight-- my name is Gili J. Rose; essentially something that's so well sewn together that it makes disney princesses tremble enviously... No, but really, it's kind of poetic inn'it? Hard 'g' by the way, plenty of people tend to say 'jilly' when it... Isn't. Also, if you're really dying about what exactly it is that the 'J' stands for, I could let you in on what I call my most well kept secret! ... It's essentially a stand in for jjjjjjump straight off a cliff. You really didn't think it would be that easy, did you? Every hero's gotta have their secrets! Eheh.

Depends on who you ask, really. My birthday is actually pretty early so technically speaking I'm eighteen, but, seeing as those around me are still in the seventeen age bracket, I tend to smudge things around a bit and fit myself in there. I'm not really fond of thinking about people mistaking me for some dumbo who couldn't put two plus two together. So for all intents and purposes, just go with the latter... It just makes everyone's life easier, yea?

Okay, so I probably blinded you what with my being the next big thing on the red carpet of life-- let's not sue. Friends don't sue friends, okay? Friend? I rock most things that I try, from big jackets to tank-tops, pencil skirts to sweatpants, you name it I make it. Make it look good. By being in it. Because I am that good. You got that, right? Sure you did. Apart from fashion I tend to groove down a route more unique. A pull away from the drab everyday sights you can see every time you poke your head out of a car window.

The first thing people notice about me is my hair-- you like the cerise color? Yeah, that's what it's called. Cerise. Cute name for a color, that belongs on a cute person. So here I am with it! And before you ask, this is one of those situations where the curtains actually don't match the drapes. Typically I'll change the curtains up every couple of months but I've taken a liking to this color in particular, so, for now it's gunna stay.

You're not likely to miss it since I'm about 5'6"-- not too short, but not too tall either. A good mix of both I'd say; you'd be able to pick me out in a crowd at least. The person with pink hair and love-handles down aisle 3 row B subsection a-2, you get the gist here. I'm not the skinniest alright, I'll admit that much. You'd think from hopping fences and doing some serious climbing I would have less, but hey, genes and all that right? At least I've got a good punch in stock for whenever necessary; got a pair of guns that could make seasoned wrestlers quake in their brightly colored spandex.

You've probably noticed this by now but, green eyes, see? My mom's taken to calling me watermelon because of the color combo-- a little embarrassing but parents will be parents, am I right? Other than a blue pair of specs situated on them, there's not that much left to tell... Other than how the bottoms crinkle when I grin.

"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy", right? Of course I have hobbies! Probably too many. I've taken way too many lessons on all sorts of different activities-- piano, competitive swimming, free-running, the list goes on. To be real, I probably don't even remember half'a them, especially not after getting a job. Slices my time in half while gnawing at my adventurous soul. Less than half have actually survived, so, I guess it doesn't really make much of a difference?

I love to paint. Art is all those cliched things people on the outside looking in say it is and more. Unfortunately, there ain't much to do with it when you're stuck home most of the time, so, you gotta make your own fun. You've probably noticed by now some of the striking artwork littered around town-- the fact that anyone calls it graffiti is an insult that I have risen above. Some people just don't understand it, is all. The occasional tag or more in-depth mural aside, I suppose running from the law would be a sub-category here. The unfortunate downside to one's work gaining popularity. It's a sacrifice that I'll put on my shoulders like some sorta modern day Atlas.

Mmmm... Not a very dislike-y person, so, you'll have to gimme a minute here. Off the top'a my head I could name the usual generic things; homework, the occasional bout of acne, having a job, etc.

Oh! Oh god wait. One thing. I hate, I hate slugs-- they just sit there all slimy and nasty and sometimes they find a shell and people call them snails when they are just slugs in disguise. Plus they leave those grimy trails wherever they please-- make it impossible to walk outside barefoot at night... Who knows, maybe they're working alongside the government and spying on people just because they can. It's farfetched sure, but I honestly wouldn't doubt it. Little gross... Things.

Between my parents plans and my plans, there's a lot of plans going on. I know what I really wanna do in the future-- be a tattoo artist. Body art is really where it's at, y'know? And in my humble opinion, the people gettin' it are the same. They're embracing a part of them on the skin that would be tucked away otherwise; like a walking talking screen of their heart put on display via the flesh. I dunno, I'm going on a tangent but... Just putting art on people's skin is something that strikes me in just the right way.

Ehehe... Yeah that's... That's it.

You could ask anyone who knows about me that my favorite place to be is home. Most nowadays go on about their separated parents since divorce is apparently the new up-and-coming thing, but not with this family. Taking a peek through a window, you'd be able to see my mom cooking while dad's away at work. We've got that whole white picket fence thing going on despite it being a little "outdated". The only thing missing are really some little kids running around and breaking the toys they just got yesterday-- I've always wanted siblings, have kind of nudged mom and dad for 'em too, but, no dice. Yet.

Considering I've been home-schooled ever since I can remember, me and my parents are close. Mom's always there to help me out in any subject I'm having trouble with when the tutors are slackin'. It's almost like part of her stay-at-home job I guess? What with raising me with a proper education and all. Though I gotta admit, it was my dad who supported my interest in painting. He went out and bought me some watercolors after I mentioned it the first time. Ma thinks it's a good hobby too, thankfully enough... Though, I don't make it clear about my graffiti. I don't even want to think about the grounding they would give me, yeesh.

It was actually their idea to get me involved with the honor society so, thanks to that I actually got to meet those who I guess should be called "my peers". There's a first time for everything after all and that was it. Definitely interesting to say the least considering the whole program is connected throughout the local school distract... Never thought that I would end up tutoring other kids, but, here we are.

Ocelots. Definitely by far, ocelots. If there was some sort of race going on, they would win by like twenty miles because they're just so great. They are literally leopards shrunk down into the cutest kitty body-- but just cuz they're small, doesn't mean they're pushovers. They fight to the death. If I had to summarize them in two words it'd be cute & deadly. Except not towards me. Because I would love them. All of them. I'm sure you could keep one like a domestic cat, right? Right? No is not an answer I'll accept in this case.

Green. Why would you even ask? Green's literally the only answer to this question-- it's the color of everything important. Money, aliens, my eyes... Not in that order. My eyes are the most important. And I guess green's the color of nature too. What we haven't destroyed. Mother Earth is definitely royally PO'ed at us. I would be, too! The corporations-- the government-- they're all so worried about the next buck that they forget their roots. Get it. Roots. Like, plant roots. Because nature. Green. I brought it back around-- eheh-- see how I did that? Yeah.

I'm pretty partial to... What's the name? You know the one. It kind of goes duh buh, duh buh, duh buh buh buh BUH, duh duh duh? Yeah! That one. Eheh. It's super catchy, right? And, dude, you've been paying attention. You already know what my sweater's made out of. Feel that. Yeah, you got it. Star material. Sick.

I'm super tempted to ask if you're frigging kidding me here but I've decided not to even give you the chance. Instead, I will thank you for asking and tell you to wait a minute while I break out my scrapbooks filled with articles and meticulous notes I have dutifully taken down over the years. Eh-hem. Where to start, where to start...!

You've already thrust yourself into the peak of the mountain my dear friend, but, think instead about the journey it takes to get there-- I'm talking coverups, government schemes, expunged and rewritten history, things your brainwashed mind cannot even begin to comprehend because you've been lulled into quiet complacency. I'm not saying that it's your fault, no! You just need a push in the right direction so you can ask the right questions-- like me! There are so many things that so unanswered, things that the public eye is repeatedly denied when we claim to have a freedom of information! It's all a well-woven rouse; a blanket to keep the ignorance... But I won't play their little game.

I mean, I don't even have to go into the little known things when it comes to paranormal or extraterrestrial phenomenon-- the only thing I have to mention is Area 51 and already we're on the same page. We could be here for hours about the rumors surrounding that place. I've actually made a couple of private breakthroughs myself when it comes to connecting the dots that some have tried to keep under wraps! Hah!

.... So, yes, I believe in aliens.