Hi. (:

I suppose I should start by saying that I am a teenage girl from California. Yes, it is always sunny here (I loathe it), for your information. And yes, that does not stop any of us from wearing our (or pitiful variations of) Ugg boots (I loathe those, too.) Hollywood and Grauman's Chinese Theatre and Disneyland and that popular beach that housed the snooty, high maintenance television show on MTV aren't quite far from my dwelling; neither is the Del Amo Mall, which I'm pretty sure is the second largest mall in the United States, or something like that.

Fantastic.

I'm quite sarcastic and particularly kooky, participating in absolutely absurd activities with any other willing being. I enjoy startling people with words quite foreign to any existing language, painting my fingernails, laughing hysterically, using Wikipedia to its fullest extent, spelling Blagojevich, happy-dancing, cooking (followed closely by eating), saying hamburger in Japanese, reading until my eyes figuratively bleed, writing poetry and stories, and several other forms of wasting time.

Writing is incredibly badass. I would like to see myself twenty years from now, typewriter in tow, with several apples to nibble on. Lovely.

7 Nov 2009— I am extremely sorry for the prolonged hiatus, but I am slowly getting back into the rhythm of writing. Expect an update of Forever and a Day soon.
Also, please read and review my new story, This is How I Mourn. I would definitely appreciate the feedback (:

Thanks for reading, all! (:

"With a hundred ways to do a dozen things, why not try it all?"
—Julian Casablancas

"Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life."
"A classic is something that everybody wants to have read and nobody wants to read."
—Mark Twain

"I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart."
—Anne Frank

"If you prick us do we not bleed?
If you tickle us do we not laugh?
If you poison us do we not die?
And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?"
—Merchant of Venice

And all together it went well
We made pretend we were best friends
And then she said, "Oh you're a freak"
They ordered me to make mistakes
Together again like the beginning
It all works somehow in the end
The things we did the things you hide
For the record it's between you and I