I never like the way my profile turns out. Even after editing it, I'm like "Am I really that much of a freak? Nobody needs to know this stuff! Maybe I should just erase it... No, what point would that serve? Hmm... GAH!" So I'm just going to leave you all (or rather the few of you who will click my name) with some tidbits about me.

Once upon a time, in the days before MTV stopped playing music, there was a little girl named Cay who was a stickler for cannon pairings. She read fanfiction in the forums of the Harry Potter Dialogue Centre on WB's website in her spare time. Eventually the tales of James and Lily grew boring to her. One day, she stumbled upon a Dramione. Her little girl mind thought "EW! But he's Malfoy!" That's when she remembered she loved bad boys. She found a link somehow to FanFiction dot net for a Sirius romance and wondered if there were other stories for her to read on here. Thus the beginning of her pathetic addiction. She now spends her days reading fanfiction of all different fandoms on this site and sometimes ventures on over to FictionPress. When she's feeling really daring, she explores other smaller sites to read!

I love writing but simply don't have the time or will to start and finish a story on here. That's my way of saying how lazy I am. I also don't have faith in myself to write a good story. Not to mention that my family has no idea I read fanfiction. I was banned from it (okay, that was eight years ago wow that long?) and I know that I would never be allowed to touch a computer again if they discovered my penchant for fanfiction. I simply can't risk it - all of the reliable computers are in the kitchen for everyone to see what you're doing (stupid, right?)

I can start a story and work out all the major details. Then, when it comes down to putting everything together for a complete outline, I feel like I've already finished - I'm satisfied with the sketchy outline in my head even though I hunger to finish it. Maybe I have commitment problems...

I believe everything happens for a reason.

I live right outside a city you've all probably heard of on the North Eastern coast of America. It's not New York, Philly, or Boston. You might never figure it out, you might get it right away, depends on your geographic skills. I would say it's pretty easy, but I've heard some pretty dumb geographical mishaps. I knew a grown woman who thought Alaska was sometimes next to Mexico. Apparently, entire states can move on their own with ease. The worst part? She was a teacher.

I hate the countryside. I've always been most comfortable in the city.

I can usually spell but I have my moments; I'm mildly dyslexic. I'm also the grammar Nazi (minus the socialism and eugenics of course), so if you have severe problems with that I won't be able to read your stories no matter how interesting the plot. I am leniant with little things. And who cares if you make a mistakes outside of the story, but really... "Let's eat Grandma!" is very different than "Let's eat, Grandma!"

I hate political correctness. Don't get me started.

I'm hoping one day someone will write a fanfiction on Prince William, Maximilian Minsky and Me, Megan Meade's Guide to the McGowan Boys, Son of the Mob, and Born to Rock.

I'm about about one quarter def. I wasn't born with it, it developed from scar tissue. My inner ear is underdeveloped - not an actual problem or uncommon for that matter. I was on a competitive swim team (irony - I haven't any competitiveness in me) and had swimmer's ear - or ear infections due to trapped water - quite often. I had my first surgery at four years old to have my tonsils and adenoids removed, along with a set of tubes put in my ears. I've had three or four sets of tubes since and there isn't much the doctors can do anymore. The problem is finally fixed, only I haven't been able to hear as well ever since.

If anyone actually read all that - WOW. You must be bored.

Have I mentioned my weirdness? It radiates off of me like a nuclear powerplant.

btw: If you somehow found my profile via a review I suggest you check out my favourites. I consider them a collection of art =D hehee. May I suggest Love Bites to any Remus fans? And Have You Ever to ANY Hermione fans. Trust me on this one, you'll adore the pairing by the fourth or fifth chapter even if it disturbs you in the beginning (if you're not with the shipping)! JUST CHECK IT OUT, OKAY?!

I relate to Hermione Granger in ways that I'll never be able to explain accurately and in every other way, I admire her. Most of my favorite fanfictions involve her as the main pairing because of this.

These may annoy you but they're funny as anything! And very, very TRUE

98 percent of teens drink, do drugs, and have sex... put this in your profile if you like bagels.

If you have ever tripped on air, put this on your profile.

If you have ever tripped going up the stairs, put this in your profile.

If you have ever run into glass/screen doors, put this in your profile.

If you have gotten so sidetracked from a conversation you don't know where you were going with it in the first place, put this in you profile.

If you are anti-social sometimes, put this in your profile.

If you have been standing up and suddenly fall down for no apparent reason, put this in your profile.

Weird is good, strange is bad, and odd is when you don't know which to call someone. Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, then weird is good. If you are weird and proud of it, copy this onto your profile!

If you don't watch Laguna Beach or the O.C. or The Hills religiously, never have, never will, and are proud of it, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you have ever had a crush on a book character copy this to your profile

If you hate putting these things in your profile... put this in your profile...

In loving memory of a talented man:

On the 22nd of January, 2008, my husband died. You might know him as Heath Ledger? May he rest in peace

And now you know more about me than you ever wanted to.

Okay. Normally I wouldn't do this and I did change a few things, but:

(not mine! directly copy and pasted!)

Mummy... Johnny brought a gun to school
He told his friends that it was cool
And when he pulled the trigger back
It shot with a great big crack
Mummy I was a good girl
I did what I was told
I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold
But mummy when I went to school that day, I never said goodbye
I'm sorry mummy I had to go, but mommy please don't cry
When Johnny shot the gun he hit me and another
And all because he got the gun from his older brother
Mummy please tell Daddy that I love him very much
And please tell Chris, my boyfriend, that it wasn't just a crush
And tell my little sister that she is the only one now
And tell my dear sweet grandmother that I'll be waiting for her now
And tell my wonderful friends that they always were the best
Mummy, I'm not the first I'm no better than the rest
Mummy, tell my teachers I won't show up for class
And never to forget this and please don't let this pass
Mummy why'd it have to be me? No one deserves this
Mummy warn the others, Mummy, I left without a kiss
And Mummy, tell the doctors I know they really did try
I think I even saw a doctor trying not to cry
Mummy, I'm slowly dying with a bullet in my chest
But Mummy, please remember I'm in heaven with the rest
Mummy, I ran as fast as I could when I heard that crack
Mummy, listen to me if you would:
I wanted to go to college
I wanted to try things that were new
I guess I'm not going with daddy
On that trip to the new zoo
I wanted to get married
I wanted to have a kid
I wanted to be an actress
Mummy, I wanted to live
But Mummy, I must go now
The time is getting late
Mummy, tell my Chris
I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date
I love you Mummy, I always have
I know you know it's true
Mummy, all I wanted to say is "Mummy, I love you"
In memory of the Columbian students that were lost
Please if you would
Pass this around
I'd be happy if you could
Don't smash this on the ground
If you pass this on
Maybe people will cry
Just keep this in you're heart
For the people that didn't get to say "Goodbye"