Okay, well I'm insane, I'm Australian (and regardless of cultural stereotypes, am completely unable to throw a boomerang properly... at least not without hitting someone in the head), I am annoyingly short, etc. etc. I like reading, writing, acting, sky diving (just kidding), Terry Pratchett (great author), J.K.Rowling (likewise a great author) Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Bones, Dexter, the Chaser's War on Everything, Doctor Who, ancient history and mythology ("Aack!! She's a nerd!!" I hear you cry...well, YEAH DUH) and I love rock music, especially punk rock. I'm a loser like that. If you're looking for good bands, try Blink 182, Sum41, Kisschasy, Simple Plan, Greenday, MxPx, Good Charlotte, Bowling for Soup, Jack's Mannequin, The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, New Found Glory, Panic! At The Disco, and... well yeah, got kinda carried away there, but they all have awesome music.

I'll read pretty much anything, but most of my fiction is Harry Potter, because it's so freaking fun to write. As a rule, my stories are ridiculously angsty, ridiculously cliched, ridiculously absurd or just plain ridiculous. Oh, and I'm a slash fangirl. As is pretty much every other fic writer here, if the statistics are to be believed. (Shun the statistics. Shuuun!)

Also, if you can't be bothered to leave a review, please flame me. No really. Please. They give me something to giggle about, and occasionally they're mildly helpful. Goodness knows my writing isn't perfect and could use improving; I cringe when I look at some of my earlier stuff and my later stuff probably isn't that much better. But hey! That's what makes writing fun. :D

AAAND the obligatory cut-and-paste stuff:

If you're going to do something wrong, have fun doing it.

You have the right to remain silent, so please SHUT UP.

That which doesn't kill you... will probably try again.

I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it.

A true friend stabs you in the front.

I take a simple view of living. It is to keep your eyes open and get on with it.

Too often we lose sight of life's simple pleasures. Remember, when someone annoys you it takes 42 muscles in your face to frown, BUT, it only takes 4 muscles to extend your arm and bitch-slap that mother@#?!&! upside the head. Pass it on.

What if the hokey-pokey really is what it's all about?

I'm one of those girls who will burst out laughing in dead silence because of something that happened yesterday.

When life gives you lemons, make applejuice. Then sit back and let them wonder how the hell you did it.

The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.

The road to the apocalypse is paved with disposable food containers, my friend!

Whoever said sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the pouring rain.

You have to do your own growing no matter how tall your grandfather was.

Growing old is obligatory. Growing up is optional.

Everyone makes mistakes. The trick is to make mistakes when nobody is looking.

Knowledge is realizing that the street is one-way, wisdom is looking both directions anyway.

The problem with defending the purity of the English language is that English is about as pure as a cribhouse whore. We don't just borrow words; on occasion English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.

There is a fine line between fishing and just standing on the shore like an idiot.

Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read.

Art, like morality, consists in drawing the line somewhere.

When in charge, ponder. When in doubt, mumble. When in trouble, delegate.

Best friends are the people who know everything about you and still put up with you.

Love is like swallowing hot chocolate before it has cooled off. It takes you by surprise at first, but keeps you warm for a long time.

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.

Ten Reasons that Being Gay is (Not) Wrong

01) Being gay is not natural. Real people always reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, and air conditioning.

02) Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.

03) Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.

04) Straight marriage has been around a long time and hasn’t changed at all; women are still property, blacks still can’t marry whites, and divorce is still illegal.

05) Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay marriage were allowed; the sanctity of Britney Spears’ 55-hour just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed.

06) Straight marriages are valid because they produce children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn’t be allowed to marry because our orphanages aren’t full yet, and the world needs more children.

07) Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children.

08) Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That’s why we only have one religion in the country.

09) Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. That’s why we as a society expressly forbid single parents to raise children.

10) Gay marriage will change the foundation of society; we could never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven’t adapted to cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans.