About me.

Hello and welcome to this blog!

You may call me tsarinamustafina or Mr Heckles or any nickname you see more fitting. My real name is absolutely impossible and people call me by whatever they like in real world too. I find it much more entertaining than trying to come up with my own nickname and getting people to actually remember it.

I'm obviously a big fan of artistic gymnastics and the Russian team. The url of this blog and my tumblr blog is in honor of Queen Aliya, my Tsaritsa.

Tumblr is my main thing because it fits someone like me who wants maximal gain with minimal effort, it's pretty easy to keep a blog alive there. Not to say that there aren't people who spend a lot of time on their blogs and have some quality content. I'm just not one of those.  I'll probably start collecting my favorite tumblr projects here some time in the future, for archiving purposes or something. It's mostly me trying to be funny or playing around with photoshop without any idea on how it even works.

If you aren't familiar with my tumblr and want snoop around, try just scrolling down endlessly or maybe clicking on some of the sidebar links on the main page, you can click "tag cloud" to try searching posts by their tags. Get yourself a free stare while there, they are absolutely free and I even take special orders. If it's all too overwhelming (there are several posts made every day), tsarinamustafina.tumblr.com/tagged/bad-photoshop is a great place to start. If you're a fan of Aliya Mustafina like me, I recommend tsarinamustafina.tumblr.com/tagged/aliya-mustafina's-guide-to-gymnastics. I consider that series my finest work. Yes. Finest work, you read that right.

What else should I tell?

I can't actually do gymnastics. I did rhythmic gymnastics for a year when I was a kid and didn't like it much and when someone suggested trying artistic gymnastics I decided against it because I thought it was throwing around the damn hoop all over again. Now I dearly regret that decision. I tried some acro this year for the first time and absolutely loved it. I already had my splits because apparently my joints don't know when to stop moving, but I also got to learn walkovers and some simple acrobatic skills on a trampoline and airtrack. I'd continue but it costs more than my rent.

When I don't obsess over gymnastics, I play pc games. If you don't hear from me for few weeks, it's not because I'm busy with work or school, it's because I've found a new game. And if I say I'm busy with work or school, what I really mean is that my Sims are busy with work or school. Or Geralt is busy killing monsters. I'm glad we got that all cleared up.

I actually graduated and now have a job that takes up most of my time. Tragic. I was used to the free schedule of student life and now I have to actually be a grown up for real.

My all time favorite tv show is Friends. Mr. Heckles is me in another life. Or my soulmate in this life. We just get each other. I don't know, it's weird.

And speaking of weird, me. I was uncomfortable all day today without knowing what it was, but then I noticed that my sweater was on backwards. When turning it the right way around, I noticed that my dress underneath it was on backwards too. And I put them on separately, so how did I manage to get both of them like that? And why did no one say anything to me? We had a group presentation today in front of the entire class, so thanks guys, not embarrassing at all.

I drink too much tea and coffee.

If you ask me what I would like to do in the future, it's winning the lottery. If you ask me what kind of work I'd like to do I will repeat that I want to win the lottery. The whole point of it is not having to work anymore. I'm such a frugal person that I'd be able to extend even a small win to last for the rest of my short lifespan. The problem with this plan is that because I'm so frugal I can't seem to get myself to spend money on lottery tickets. So blessing or a curse?

I live far away from you in the north. I like snow and ice and everything cold. The climate change is unfortunately working against me. The endless night of winter is my time and the nightless nights of summer make me crazy. Literally. And by literally I mean clinically. Yes, I'm certified crazy.

Oh, and I'm female. Not that it matters, but I get a lot of asks about it. So I guess it does matter? Apparently calling myself Mr. Heckles confuses you guys, but Ms. Heckles just wouldn't be the same.