Jamison Michael McKaiy

don't mock me, dammit, i hate waking up early

Age: 19
Nationality: American, by way of most of Europe.
Birthday: Is it important? December 13.
Family: Adopted. Mom was never really too good at taking care - couldn't afford a kid, so she put me in foster care. I don't blame her. I still see her every once in a while; she likes to come to my shows.
My foster parents are pretty chill, and they did good by me. I'm still an only child, so there's not much to say.
Height: Shorter than six feet, taller than five.
Weight: Personal!

Jeez, all these questions and everything, right? Kind of ridiculous.

Whatever they tell you, my name's Jamie. Jamison is too long to say, sounds like some old guy puttering around in a nursing home.

I am - wait for it - an art kid. Like, charcoal sketches, random sculptures made out of useless junk, watercolors and ceramics kind of art kid. The whole family's sort of proud, even though one of my "cousins" (even though I'm not really related to him) likes to say that being so involved in art just proves how gay I am.

He's sort of right, but the parents don't know that yet, and I'd like to keep it on the down-low. Not that I think they'd mind, just... hell, they'd mind. It'd be weird.

So I just do the whole awkward laugh thing and go on with my classes. I'm paying - well, actually the school's paying, I got a scholarship for writing a complely bullshit essay and keeping my grades good through high school.

I pay for what I can though. Working at Starbucks pays surprisingly well. I'm pretty good at dealing with the caffiene junkies, so I keep working there. Coffee isn't my thing, but we make some awesome non-coffee drinks. Like the 'Caramel Apple Spice' apple cider - I make that shit at home now, it's great.

So I'm kind of still living at home, though. Haven't really had a reason to move out, and getting an apartment means I'd probably have to get another job to pay rent. It would give me a place to put all my million tons of art, though.

People ask if I'm a good artist. I'm okay. I just like what I do.

So maybe eventually I'll start selling things, I don't know. Kind of okay still being 'in the nest,' even if I do feel kind of like I'm taking it easy.

I'm a little bit... dreamy. Things distract me really easily. Like right now, there's a mannequin without an arm in a storefront, and I really want to paint it.

But other than that, I'm pretty damn normal.

Right?