Hey there! :) I've written other stories before in a different username, but I won't bother to tell you because they are quite suckish (teehee). So I've created this account in hopes of having a fresh start and a clean slate.

Here's a little about me: The name is Amy.

Gender: What kind of guy's name is Amy? Girl of course!

And that's all you need or want to know :)

Haha, so yeah, unless you haven't noticed yet, I seem to be a bit out of it right now. Perhaps it is because it's very hot today and stuff :).

I LIKE KOOLAID!

And yeah.

When/If I write a story, I accept flames, but only flames from civilized people :) That means absolutely NO running off your mouth about how my story is lame and retarded and how b!t@h I am without a valid reason. If you have a lame and retarted flame then if you would be so kind to talk to the left hand 'cuz you ain't right! (I take no credit for that line XD)

I LOVE MONK! Monk quotes:

"Are you joking? I'm a red-hot LEGO demon. I've got the building block fever." -Adrian Monk. (Monk Goes to the Firehouse)

"You're required to drink those in pairs. There like socks, only carbonated." -Adrian Monk. (Monk goes to Outer Space)

"If there's an entrance to hell, I guarantee it has a revolving door." -Adrian Monk. (Monk goes to Outer Space)

Hopefully more to come :D

I don't: damage myself in any way.

I do: play volleyball :) and eat. and sleep too!

I wanna be an actress when in the near future :)

I love to write stories, I hate the writing part :(

I'M DRUG FREE! AS SPIFFY AS A TREE! YOU SHOULD BE AS CLEAN AS ME. :)

Anime:

1. Naruto

2. FMA (FullMetal Alchemist)

3. Bleach (ish)

Wish me luck!:)

Current Projects:

Blind: a Naruto fanfic. Summary: Uzumaki Naruto is blind. Yet, he sees everything much more clearly than anyone else. Oneshot. Status: complete.

Thinking Corner:

Ideas and inspirations posted here. :) Mail/PM me if you have any suggestions. I don't suggest any long term projects/chapter stories, but if I am really really REALLY motivated then I will try to find some time. Chau homez! :)

Can I make a story based on this poem?:

Friends we were.

Helping each other out

with smiles all the way..

Having fun and laughing about that one joke, don't you remember?

Hey, remember that one boy/girl who was always there? In fact, so often..

That nobody cared? Yup!

He/She was always there, just like she was chained.

Chained, that's what he/she was. Old, rusted, worn-out chains of a prisoner.

Think it's funny right?

How he/she trips and laughs

starving for YOUR acknowledgement?

How you only talk to him/her when you've got nothing better to do?

How he/she repeatedly calls for you, only to have another steal you away

in less time it took for him/her?

Ignore him/her why don't you.

Belittle him/her why don't you.

Pass him/her of as an idiot, sure!

Because he/she's used to it anyways.

He/She's used to pain.

So laugh. Laugh!

and look at the chain.

See what you've done?

See what you've created?

Because he/she doesn't even know who he/she is anymore.

-Friends