Hello all and welcome to (one of my many) internet abodes! I’m your average, everyday, (allegedly) female humanoid being, with nothing to do but get a Higher Education – and I refuse to willingly participate in THAT. So I tend to come here instead. Born in Australia with a full set of extremely Greek, extremely Woggy parents, I've been a member of this site for like, omg, nearly SEVEN YEARS now, and have managed to pop out a few stories so far (most of which are undeniably crap). If you’re going to have a gander at anything I’ve written, I warn you to please try and keep yourself to the top of the list. Yes my old stuff is absolutely shocking, but i've developed somewhat of an emotional attachment to them and won't be takin' nuffin' down, thankyouverymuch. And you have to admit, for a barely pubescent child, that first story of mine wasn't half bad - it was fully bad. Ba-bing! Well, anyway, at least i never honestly wrote a Mary Sue. (Ignoring the Garry-Potter i accidentally nudged into the cyber-world, of course.)

On a Lord of the Rings note, I love Hobbits.

"You'll live to regret it, young fellow! You don't belong here; you're no Baggins - you - you're a Brandybuck!"
"Did you hear that, Merry? That was an insult, if you like," said Frodo as he shut the door on her.
"It was a compliment," said Merry Brandybuck, "and so, of course, not true."

- The Fellowship of the Ring: A Long-Expected Party

On a Harry Potter note, you may want to know that I despise Ginny Weasley. I mean, I like her just fine on her own I guess, but she needs to mysteriously disappear before Harry realises she has boobs and his evil green tummy-monster comes to life. My take on Rowling's attempt at their romance is as follows;

One day Ginny fell in love with some knobbly little kid with a really good complexion who just happened to be freaking famous. For four years she sat quietly in the corner and admired his scar, until one day BAYUM! She slutted up and Harry finally noticed her. After suddenly gaining a rather outspoken personality and dating her way through the male population of Hogwarts, she sidled up to our hero and winked. "Oh Harry," she breathed. "Won't you look at my luscious, red hair? Doesn't it just make you think of Ron? Or perhaps your mother? I am now an admirable and strong character. Why dont we go into a cupboard where you can feel me up." And so they did. Nineteen years later, they had some babies.

Fin.

On a General note, I do not write disclaimers for my stories. Unless I borrow something directly from it's source, I expect that my readers are intelligent enough to realise that they are on a fancfiction site and are therefore reading fiction from the fans of some original work or another - a suspicion which should also be helped along by the fact that said story being read has undoubtedly been searched for, and found, under the specific category of an actual, already published fiction. Now normally i'm not so anti-disclaimer, but considering the nature of this particular site, i think its pretty damn redundant and you cant make me do it so nyeah. Also, I should probably warn everyone right now that I’m a perfectionist, a procrastinator, and currently enrolled in a full time course at uni. Nothing, and I mean nothing I write will have consistently posted chapters. In fact, you’ll all be luck if I even finish anything within a few years. Just thought I'd give you the heads up.

And that's about it!

Please enjoy anything I have to offer that takes your fancy, and allow me to recommend to you my newest project;

Mostly Harmless: So a girl falls into Middle Earth and joins the fellowship... You know you want to read it. Yeah you do. Yeeeeaaah you do. Go on, don't be shy! You'll totally love it, i know you always do. You LOOK for excuses to read this kind of thing on a regular basis, there's no need to hide your shame here.

(P.S - I did something sneaky with my homepage link. -giggles-)