Hey! This is my second account, as my current one is having some difficulties responding to me. I think I've found my calling here. On my other account (DayDreamGirl_BluBaby, incase you wanted to see m'stuff), I have all this mushy gooey crap about me that no-one cares about. So, I decided this account will be the opposite, since although I'm a girl (If I haven't made it clear to you yet, let me take a moment to personally laugh at you), I'm still a hell of a kick-ass tomboy!

Here's the basics

Age: High school appropriate, thank you very much!

Name: I'm from South Africa, so most of you wont be able to say my name right. It's spelled Juane, but to make it easier and stop that weird looking face you're making right now, it's pronounced Jane.

Hobbies: Mountain/Rock/wall climbing, jumping trampoline, riding bike, reading, writing, tennis, collecting rocks (Wanna be a Geologist someday, if not a writer), learning new stuff ('GEEK ALERT!' Oh please. Get over yourself. Small things fascinate small minds. Oh yeah; I went there! And who says you're not one? You're on a site full of stories to READ for crying out loud!!)

Fave movie of all time: Ghostrider (It's da awesomest movie in all of awesomnest!!), Twilight (Recently grew on me)

Fave song: 'The Reason' by Hoobastank. Y'know what? How 'bout I shut up here? I LOVE music. That's simply a fact about me. There is no way I can list all something-over-a-hundred-and-forty songs on here. It practically needs its own profile!

Fave book: The Bible (Yeah that's right bub! I'm Christian!), Jinx and How to be Popular by Meg Cabot, Skulduggery Pleasant, Skulduggery Pleasant; Playing with fire.

Fave author(s): Meg Cabot, Terry Pratchett, Derek Landy. (I read some of Jacqueline Wilson's books the other day, yeah, she's one heck of a... twisty writer... In one book, she wrote about a guy who kissed a girl who ended up gay! How unbelievably freaky and TWISTEd is that??)

Fave food: Chinese (Chow mein), Italian (Mmm...Pizza... And pasta) and South-African (Proudly SA boerewors rolle!!)

Strange craving at the moment: Chocolates... (Do ya know how hard it is not to gain the dang fat?? Okay, I would gain it, but luckily ((If you didn't see above)) I'm very sporty ((XD))

Snack (I don't consider chocolate as a snack. It's in a hardcore foodgroup, peoples!): My snack right now (not right now, dimwits!) is actually a smoothy. With lots and lotsa sugar init...mmm...I can thank my lucky stars I'm on the athletic side...

Flower: (don't judge me...) Water Lily

Time of day: Night (XD)

Words addicted to right now: Beyond, wicked, twisted (My friend seriously slapped me when I said it again) seriously (XD), awesome, danget, sweet. (Afrikaanse word; Kawaai!!)

Drink: CoKe!!

Book reading right now: (Risky business, by Suzanne Macpherson ((the one I stole from my mom's drawer)) is officially done! ((took me two days. What a BLOW-OFF)) Toe to the Totally worth the read!!) Currently none. Have to finish exam first. It sucks.

Best friend: (Now why'd you wanna know that?) YES!! Well, I don't have my X-friend back, but someone else came to my rescue.

Nickname (CHOOSE your CHOOSE!!): School/Friends: Brainiac, Brainfreak, Brainy (Haha! I got the same name as BrainBoy!!) Bookworm, MJ (Family), Phantom (Myself in end of reviews)

I absolutely love Arnold and Helga!! I can't imagine writing another couple in the HA! archive.

I cannot think of even thinking about writing none other than romance.

PEOPLES!! LISTEN UP!! I have very important news. I SAW THE LAST EPISODE OF AVATAR!! It was beautiful; pure art in the finest form. Ah what the hell am I talkin' about? IT"S OVER!! My life purpose is now gone...

I write romance. I simply can't write any other form of story-telling. I live for romance novels.

My stories are always rated T, for obvious reasons. ;) I believe (I hope) that little kids would get the heepy-kajeepy-creepies when reading my stories. IT'S MEANT THAT WAY!! Otherwise nowadays kids grow up too fast...

I am known for my fluffiness. I DO NOT do lemon, because, well, ugh. REST ASSURED that in every piece I write, there WILL be a fluffy, if not juicy scene to chew on.

I'm open minded, but I don't prefer angsty/tragedy stuff. It makes me cry.

I don't like crying. It makes me look weak and vulnerable.

I'm an eager song/music-collector.

I love laughing.

I'm NOT bubbly (At least I hope so). I'm a straight A+ student, I read books for fun and when I'm bored I read the dictionary.

I'm proud of it.

I'm a cat-person.

I get scolded by my friends for reading too much (Seriously, they literally TAKE my books away from me!)

I don't want to believe in the negative things in the world. I've been called a born pessimistic, but I simply believe that I'm a realist. Doesn't make sense, does it? Ahh, don't worry, I don't understand myself either.

I have a really funny and cute well-written poem that you'd all LOVE!! (Note; Copy and paste and you're DEADS, you's got that?! It ain't mine, so DON'T STEAL!!)

Let's face it - English is a terrible language!!
There is no egg in eggplant, no ham in hamburger and
neither pine nor apple in the pineapple.
English muffins were not invented in England,
French fries were not invented in France.

We sometimes take English for granted. But if we examine its
paradoxes we find that Quicksand takes you down slowly, boxing rings are square
and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

If writers write, how come fingers down fing? If the plural of tooth
is teeth, shouldn't the plural of phone booth be phone beeth?
If the teacher taught, why didn't the preacher praught? If a vegatarian
eats vegetables, what the heck does a humanitarian eat?!

Why do people recite at a play, yet play at a recital? Park on driveways
and drive on parkways.

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language where a house
can burn up as it burns down and in which you fill in a form by filling it out.

English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the
human race (which of course isn't a race at all).

This is why when the stars are out they are visible, but when the lights are
out they are invisible.

And why is it that when I wind up my watch it starts, but when I
wind up this story it ends?

(I enjoyed this, and I thought you guys would appreciate it. Still, NO COPYING!!)

Grrr...

I'm like a trio of The Powerpuff Girls. I'm as sporty and tomboylicious like Buttercup, as independent and smart (I'm not chicky, I just come off like that...) as Blossom, and chirpy and delicate as Bubbles. Ahh... My mysteries will never stop...