When I was a little girl, I loved writing, and I wrote a whole bunch of short stories about a girl with magical powers named Illyria, but then school started doing the whole essay in a day, write it like this, not like that or you'll get a bad grade, and blah blah blah... long story about me resisting authority and getting bad grades short, Illyria was dead, gonzo, null and void, so now that I like writing again, ILLYRIA IS ALIVE! Alive and well, hence my name, Illyria Lives. VICTORY FOR THE PROCROSTINATOR!

Once I buy the DVDs, I will probably write stories for The Great Mouse Detective, Treasure Planet, and... other... stuff... I live in the moment, Ok?! I don't think in the will do, I think in the I'm doing!

Myself and my 100 Percent True Friends:

Myself/Illyria Lives~ Tallest of my friends. Long wavy dark brown hair that is always in my face, hazel eyes behind thick glasses, and teeth wired together. I always have a witty response to something, and I am prone to ranting about rights and freedom. I read and write in class, and talk back to my teachers. I also have great hearing and remember random things while day to day things escape me.

Po~ Have you ever met a blonde goth wh loves the Barbie movies?! Well, here she is, my best friend since the second grade. She is small, strong, and incredibly random and crazy. She also clog dances. And if your stupid enough to say that it's the same thing as tap dancing, some major pain is headed your way!

L.A. (for Laugh Attack, because she laughs at everything.)~ She laughs at everything. End of incredibly short story.

Superduper~ Serious until we remember a funnily true story. She is a true friend that you can take any problem to, and she shares my love of ranting about rights and freedom.

Books= Knowledge

Knowledge= Economical, Military, and Political influence

Economical, Military, and Political influence= World Domination

Therefore,

Books= World Domination

When life gives you lemons, make grape juice and then sit back and wonder how the heck you did it.

The grass is always greener on the other side, until you get there, realize it's poison ivy, and then you're really screwed.

A true friend thinks you're a good egg even when they know you're slightly cracked.

What if inside jokes had doors?

A friend will listen to your problems. A true friend will listen and pretend to care.

Okay, my average weekend goes like this: I'm siting on my bed watching mind-rotting television, and then a commercial comes on, so I mute the TV and start reading my book... and then I get an idea so I open up my laptop and start typeing, gooling, wikipeding, etc... and it's so quiet (as you remember, the telly was on mute) that I turn on my ipod and start listening... and then everything goes off when I look up and realize that the show's back on. And then a commercial comes on...

List of really funny stories that involve various random friends of mine:

Boomerang Hotdog

Beatings by a Stick

How to cool your icecream in one embarassing moment

Dream about a mix CD and a bunch of costumes...

Tripping/Choking over nothing

Movie Commentaries by Us

What was the point of this? Well, you see, a commercials on...

Boomerang Hotdog-

Me and my best friend Po had parents that worked late, so after school we went to Childcare, and at the end of the day we would always clean up the little plastic play house set, complete with plastic food. And one day, we are ordered (although when I spoke up against this with one of my freedom rants, I got banned from the computers for a week) to organize all the plastic food and put them in the right parts of the cupboards and fridge. I'm sitting a foot away from Po, in front of the little plastic fridge, and I began throwing some of the food into it, calling out the name of each thing as I threw. Now, I threw a little plastic hotdog, and it bounced off the back of the fridge and hit Po! Why did I put that in bold you ask? I have no idea. So, we start laughing, and I say, "Boomerang hotdog!" Now, the next time I throw something, I say boomerang before it, and it always hits Po, even when she moves away! Now, several boomerang foods and lots of pain for Po later, I go and pick up one of the little plastic chairs to put it on top of the table, and suddenly, Po shrieks like the girl who runs into the closet in a horror movie to escape the murderer, only to find that he had been hiding in the closet all along.

"What?!" I ask, and everyone in the room is looking at us like we're crazy. (which they know we are)

"I thought you were gonna say boomerang chair!" she shrieks, and then i drop the chair and fall to the ground because I'm laughing so hard.

True Story.

Beatings by a Stick

Sometimes, when something pops into my head, I say it outloud without even thinking. Like when, for one very annoying day, the only thing that Po would say was "Beats me." So, when I was about to explode with frustration, she said:

"Beats me." and I said:

"WITH A STICK!" at the top of my voice. Get it? Like completeing someone's sentence? Beats me with a stick?