Currently reading: Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief (may or may not be for the fifth time... nope, definitely for the fifth time)

Let's see... author's page.

So, a little about me.

I'm sixteen, an honors student, and a girl (hence the screen name).

I've had this account for three years now and I can honestly say that this is one of the greatest websites I've ever encountered. Honestly, I love how it gives aspiring authors the chance to learn to write using pre-existing characters and plot lines. I believe it helps to kind of start the writing process, you know?

Like most anyone else with a fanfiction account, I love it when my email dings with a review. It truly helps when a person is kind enough to point out mistakes I may have made and offer advise. This is especially nice when I'm not sure if what I wrote is correct, or if I don't realize that I've been doing something wrong.

I've recently acquired a new favorite pastime; I love to sit and watch people and how they interact with each other. Just sitting in class and listening to conversations around me (when we should all really be paying attention to the teacher) makes me laugh at the simple things. I've started to write down some of the things I hear at school, maybe they'll inspire me to write something someday.

I have to say, though, that I don't understand people, like, at all. I don't understand how accepted actions came into being. Shaking hands, for example, who thought of that? What is so welcoming about grabbing another's sweaty hand with your own and jerking it up and down? Do you realize how many germs are on that hand? You don't know what they've been touching. Why do I need to be pulled against another person and have their arms wrapped around me? What about hugging? Why do I need to be pulled against another person and have their arms wrapped around me?

All right, so maybe it's just me with my anti-touching complex.

I think too much. I constantly over think people's actions and what I'm supposed to do in return. I just end up flustered and awkward, hoping that the interaction will soon be over. I over think my stories sometimes, too. I try to get them perfect and tweak all the little details until my friends tell me my writing is confusing.

I'm a nobody at school. I'm that quiet kid in the corner who reads a lot and listens to other people's conversations, laughing like I'm choking to death. Not many people know my name. I can count the number of close and extended friends that I have on my fingers. But that's okay, because two years from now, when I graduate, my time stuck with the 200 of them will be over. I'll probably never see 95 percent of them again. Besides, of the people who aren't really my friends but who do know my name, I'm that smart girl who always does better on tests than they do.

What I do find pretty cool about my class: it's not some fatal disease to be a smart kid. See, we've got this guy who is at the top of the class in nearly every subject and who is a year ahead of the honors students in math. Everyone respects him, and, by association, the rest of the honors students.

I listen to music constantly, like most teenagers, I assume. But, see, I can't help but be abnormal in some way, so naturally I listen to country music (Country isn't an accepted genre among teens in my area of the US). I also listen to music from the 60s, 70s, and 80s (Michael Jackson's Bad is playing as I type this).

My all time favorite series is Percy Jackson and the Olympians. The Heroes of Olympus is not PJO, just so we're clear. While Heroes of Olympus is far better than the Kane Chronicles, they don't have my all time favorite fictional character, Percy Jackson, as the narrator, and even when he is, it's not the same in third person. I currently hate Rick Riordan, after all he threw my OTP into tartarus and wrote a crossover with the Kane Chronicles when he said he wouldn't. I read the Red Pyramid when it first came out, and I truly did not like it. Now that the crossover is coming out, I've had to read the trilogy so I can read the crossover. The jerk.

Anyway, I finally read the Harry Potter series a year and a half ago, and I must say: Don't let people build up a series for too long, or you will, repeat will, be disappointed. I had listened to praise for Harry Potter for nearly a decade, so I thought it would be pretty good. Don't get me wrong, I think it's a wonderfully crafted series and I think it's really cool how much effort JK Rowling put into all the names and creations, but I can't say that Harry Potter is 'to die for.' I'm truly amazed at how much of what she has written references something in history or even science. Like the Black family being named after constellations, or the Galleons being named after the Spanish ships that used to transport gold from the New World to Spain. I simply got bored with how long it took to get to the action in the book. Take the Sorcerer's (sorry, Philosopher's) Stone, for example, it isn't until the last five chapters that title comes into play, or is even mentioned, for that matter. And the Order of the Phoenix, the longest book, took forever (And I'm not afraid of long books, I've read quite a few). I did like the Deathly Hallows, not many slow points. I also have a theory that there is a certain order in which to read certain authors and series. I really like sarcasm and little stupid comments in writing, so I probably should've read Harry Potter and then Percy Jackson; if only so that I wouldn't get used to the way Rick writes and then switch to his opposite, the Queen's.

Speaking of sarcasm in writing, my friend recently convinced me to read (another) British series called the Bartimaeus Trilogy (Jonathon Stroud) simply by saying that it had sarcastic footnotes. I loved it. It's probably in my top five favorite series. After reading it, I decided that I should probably start reading more books written by British authors, after all, what's better than British humor?

I read Maximum Ride about a year ago. I barely got through the books with all of the environmental, humanity-completely-destroyed-the-earth crap in them. Now don't get me wrong, I love nature and I like to call myself a tree hugger, but I'm not very liberal in my thinking, so it got a bit rough. I did like the last couple of books once I got to them, though. When I first started reading the books, my friend was going on about how James Patterson uses ghost writers. Which is a hard theory to deny, by the way. Do you know how often Amazon emails me about a new book from James Patterson? I swear I get an email every couple of months. No one person can write quality books that quickly. Anyway, just reading through the plot line of Maximum Ride, I could see where it would be possible that different writers were involved. But, conspiracy theories aside, it's truly not a bad series.

The Hunger Games (Suzanne Collins). I read the trilogy just before the movie came out and two of my friends and I went to see the movie for my birthday last year. Wonderful, wonderful trilogy. I wish I'd known about it before. I love how close the movie is to the book, as well. They didn't screw with an author's beautiful rendition any more than they had to. (My friends and I actually counted how many differences we caught between the book and the movie; 34, not bad. My mother may or may not have made fun of us)

I was looking through my local library's kindle books last summer and found this obscure (again, British) trilogy called the Declaration Trilogy (written by Gemma Malley). It's another of those the-world-is-messed-up-and-people-need-to-remember-what-their-purpose-is trilogies, but it just seemed different to me. I can't tell you why I love it, because it's not sarcastic and it doesn't really have a whole big historical background like the books I usually go for, but I do love it and I'm really glad I found it.

I just finished Insurgent (Veronica Roth) and I just love Tris. I guess she fits the heroine picture that I've come to read about in the last year or so. I guess I'm a feminist, huh? Nah, I already knew that (within reason). I read both Divergent and Insurgent in less than two weeks, one of those weeks I was traveling in Canada. I know that's certainly not breaking any speed records, but it's a lot faster than I've been going through books in the last couple of years (I pretty much slowed down my reading when I found fanfiction, then it slowed still more when I started to watch more of the shows on CBS. My reading practically came to a halt when I discovered tumblr last year).

Now, to rant about current writing tendencies of professional writers. Why is it that everyone is writing trilogies now? I mean, it's like every book I pick up is part of a trilogy. There aren't many series longer than that, so it seems. Trilogies are better than stand alone books, I guess. But now, instead of just getting into the swing of the book and finding it over, you're just getting used to reading about that specific set of characters every time you pick up a book and you're used to all of their problems, and suddenly, it just ends and there's no fourth book to reach for. Another thing: What is with books coming out in October? After I finished what's been released of the Divergent Trilogy (there it is again), I looked up the third book and found it due to be released October 22. So that makes the second book I have to wait the next six months for. I'm already waiting for the House of Hades from Rick Riordan (I want my OTP back), which is also set to come out in October. I've already been waiting six months for that book, though, and I doubt Uncle Rick will keep up his pattern of releasing the books just under a year from the last one. But I guess that's better than what my friend's sister said authors should do. She thinks authors should release a new chapter every couple of weeks. I shiver just imagining the torture.

So, back to me. I can't say that I'm girly, nor can I say that I'm a tomboy. I like to wear dresses, but I can't sit very well in them. I like to paint my nails, but I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty (usually). In preschool, I once spent the day standing by the window with all of the boys watching the construction equipment across the street. I played with dolls until I was thirteen. I don't know what I am.

I've never been on a date. I still think boys are jerks and, quite frankly, kind of icky. Only now, they don't have cooties, they simply talk about things that I find revolting and if they truly think like that, I want no part of it.

I hate teenagers. I think they cause too much stress and drama. Why do we all need to look so perfect all of the time? Why should I waste my time with make up? What is the obsession with drugs, alcohol, and sex? Honestly, what is so wonderful about getting caught doing illegal things, getting sick, being teased relentlessly, and ending up with a kid when you're still in high school? I don't understand why teens need to break every rule they come across. Don't mistake me for some perfect angel of a kid. I say a lot of things that I shouldn't and that get me into trouble. I've done things that I know I probably shouldn't have, but I can't say that I've ever done anything that has lasting consequences and I'm not sure why anyone would want to.

Typos and incorrect grammar are my biggest pet peeves (I've raised them from pups, sorry, bad joke). I know everyone makes mistakes and that we should learn from those mistakes, but not many people actually do learn from their mistakes (my parents yell at me for correcting them and my brother, but how can you fix something you don't know is broken?). I also know some grammar rules are really hard to follow through with. (or should I say 'really hard through which to follow'). Not ending sentences with prepositions is one of the hardest rules I've come across (I, along with most of the English-speaking world, choose to ignore it most of the time. I can't stand it when people ask "where are you at?", though. My friend's response, "Behind the 'at'"). But we really should put some effort into grammar, at the very least so that we don't come off as idiots. I once gave my father a grammar lesson over the phone about the usage of good vs. well. I don't think he listened. I've also taken to telling people who say something really grammatically stupid, "You speak American very goodly." Because, truly, the US does it's absolute best to botch the English language, often to the point that it is no longer English. I don't know what it is. Moving on.

I hate anything with more than four legs. Spiders, millipedes, bees, wasps, ladybugs, don't get me started on stinkbugs. I hear that cicadas are supposed to be coming back to the east coast this year-- joy. I'm not the world's biggest fan of anything with less than two legs, either. Now, I know what you're thinking, "Does that mean you hate my insert-name/relation-here. They only have one leg because insert-reason-here." And no, you very well know that's not what I meant. I'm not going to judge a person based on how many limbs they have. I'll judge them equally based on their personality (because you'd know I was lying if I told you I didn't judge people at all. And anyone who claims they don't judge people is a dirty liar, I don't care what you say). I don't like snakes and eels and worms and things. Ick.

Something else I hate, while we're at it. I hate how people can be all "I'm an idiot, so I'll sue you." I mean, honestly, how can you sue a company because you were stupid enough to spill hot coffee in your lap? You ordered the hot coffee, did you really need to sue the company because it was hot? How stupid is that? If you order something hot, the company shouldn't need to put "Caution: hot" on the container. You should have enough sense to know that if you just ordered something HOT that, gee, it's HOT. Idiots.

Anyway, if you're still reading this, I like to write. My English teacher made me promise two weeks ago that I would promise to consider a career in writing. I have been considering it, but I feel like it would be more guaranteed to get a job based on math (one of my other favorite classes).

I don't mind if people send me private messages. I'm not sure how to encourage it, but maybe this will help. And if you read through all of that (it's only 2,700 words), let me know. I think that's kind of cool. Let me thank you personally.

Thanks,

Greek Myth Girl

Some quotes I've collected from school.

Chemistry Class

Girl 1: Did Einstein have and accent?
Girl 2: He was German.
Guy 1: Idiot.

Teacher: Mermaids do not exist!
Class: Not everything has been discovered. You don't know that.
Teacher: There is no evidence that they exist. And until there is, Mermaids do not exist. Any of you who think they do exist should not pursue a career in the sciences!

Guy 1: Could the solar panel [on my calculator] power a house?
Guy 2: If your house was a cardboard box with a single Christmas light, yes.

Hallway

Guy 1 (upperclassman): Is Iowa a city or a state?

Bus

Fifth Grader: They speak Asian in Asia.
Sixth Grader: No, they don't. They speak Spanish or something.

English

Ninth Grade Teacher (translating Shakespeare): Bring it!

History

Teacher (explaining German triumph through Paris): You suck, you suck, you suck, you suck.