The name's Nyx (well, the name that I'm going by for fanfiction).

I love reading and writing. And that's probably all you need to know.

Well, I think I'll add that I love music and tennis also.

January 26, 2008 UPDATE

My apologies to the readers of my stories. It's been a while since I last updated. I do have the next few chapters written for them, but they don't seem quite right. My problem? My muse has left me. My inspiration is gone. Both stories are on a bit of a hiatus until he/she/it comes back. Again, my apologies.

P.S. However, I do promise you that when it does come back, you can expect some exciting wicked chapters. :)

"You're supposed to be kind to everyone, because you never know when you're meeting an angel." - Claire McKenzie, What Happened to Lani Garver

Some men see things as they are and ask why. Others dream things that never were and ask why not. - George Bernard Shaw

Accept the challenges so that you can feel the exhilaration of victory. - George S. Patton

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"I need you like a heart needs a beat..." - Apologize, One Republic (one of the best songs ever)

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If you have your own little world, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you and your friend have ever broken out in song in public, paste this in your profile.

One day, we will look back on this, laugh nervously, and change the subject.

If at first you don't succeed, skydiving isn't for you.

It's always the last place you look... Of course it is! Why the hell would I keep looking after I found it?

Everything here is eatable. I'm eatable, but that, my children, is called cannibalism and is frowned upon in most societies.

I find "good morning" a contradiction of terms.

I'm not so good at advice. Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?

Conversation I had with a guy friend I know:

"Brad, what on Earth are you carrying? Is that your purse?"

"No!" he shouts in embarrassment, then he continues with some confidence, "It's my manbag." I burst out hysterically. I continually bring that up just to bug him.

I'm the kind of girl that will laugh out in absolute silence because of something that happened yesterday.

My imaginary friend thinks you have serious problems.

There are three kinds of people in the world: those that can count and those that can't count.

Imagine, if you will, a world without hypothetical situations.

I am on a quest to the deepest, darkest corners of my room in search of what some would call a "floor" - a long and difficult task awaits me. Wish me luck, my friends, for I may not return alive.