Hey. What's up. How's life? (And so forth.)

What can I say? I always want to write something clever and hilarious in this section, but I'm just way too lazy to bother. Does anyone even read these? I don't thinks so, so whatever. I also don't think I could give even the smallest impression of who I am as a person without becoming accidentally misleading, so I won't bother with that either.

...BUT...since I'm confusing and ridiculously contradictory in every other aspect of my life...I figure I might as well write something in that big, tempting white space below. SO. What shall it be? Truths? Lies? A fascinating story (no doubt) about yours truly? I highly doubt you care. But it sounds intriguing in a random sort of way so I'll go for it.

Here are the "facts".

I am in love with the creator of Starbucks and go through brief psychological trauma whenever someone suggests that my beloved coffee shop is overrated.

I love the Seahawks but have absolutely no idea how football works. (Their colors are very nice.)

I don't really like Harry Potter. I feel like JKR got lucky with her books, because I know of many other authors more skilled and captivating than her that receive much less acclaim than she does.

I'm a closet romantic but laugh at corny lines indefinitely.

I am so realistic I'm often seen as bitter, cynical, and rude (I wouldn't exactly call those points inaccurate), but I still love old Disney movies to the death, especially The Lion King.

School is my number one priority, but despite that I get distracted way too easily and am a horribly avid gossip.

Although the word "bitch" is a demeaning expression used for males to impress inferiority upon females, I can think of no better way to describe my own personality.

Fanfiction is a terminal embarrassment for me.

I worry about all and everything, even though my personal slogan is "Why waste your time worrying when you have ages before having to face the consequences?"

I hate awkward conversations, movies, etc, but am purposefully blunt in conversation in order to make people uncomfortable and, accordingly, be amused myself.

I love, love, love, love, love (get it?) the Fox TV show Bones. To be honest I'm a little obsessive. I'd be embarrassed except, well, I'm not.

I am amused by virtually everything, and my best friend often complains because her pain is a source of my laughter.

I go back and forth between being exited and anxious about my future to thinking that I won't last long enough for there to be a future.

I know more story-jokes to be considered normal and find endless amusement in them. I also am suspect to telling and finding hilarious the short, stupid, cracker-jack box jokes as well. For instance: Two canibals are eating a clown. One canibal turns to the other and says, "Hey, is it just me, or does this taste funny?" ...Ha. Haha.

I'm afraid of opening myself up to people for inspection because I know that if anyone saw who I really was they would never like me, including my immediate family.

The only things I am absolutely honest about are my opinions, where I tell the truth almost to a fault.

My family is Catholic, but I am lucky for them to also (ironically) be fairly liberal, otherwise they would have tried to exorcise me or something.

I support every minority society criticizes and genuinely believe that steryotypes are terrible in giving too many people false labels that they don't deserve, but I still (guiltily) find South Park funny as hell.

I exaggerate statements and sentiments about a million times a day.

I love and worry about my two younger brothers more than they could ever know, but I wouldn't dream of shifting my facade of the mean big sister.

Um. Updates = rare. Insofar as One Last Chance to Shine (my most current WIP) is concerned, I've got the whole story planned and everything, but even that fails to motivate me to write. I apologize in advance for my lack of determination.