It may or may not surprise you to know that I am not, in fact, dead. I've just been doing crazy college stuff, which, I don't need to tell you, sucks. Anyway, school ends in a week, and then I swear to you I'll update. I am so very sorry. You are all beautiful people for putting up with me. Please don't hate me. I love youuuuuuu.

People want to know about me? WHY?

Very well, I'll humor you:

Um... I'm 18 years old, a Cancer (any description of a Cancer will sound exactly like me, which I find cool and kind of creepy at the same time), currently a student of University of Illinois and enojying it... um... I'm biracial; my dad's Irish and my mum's African American. You can call me an Afrocelt. I live for music and books, and I started writing when the stuff I read didn't go the way I wanted it to, so I guess the reason I write is because I'm a closet control freak. I don't drink, do drugs, smoke, or drive, because I hate all those things with a passion. If you went by my writing alone, one might assume I'm British, but the honest truth is that I am from the suburbs of Chicago and I only THINK I'm British. I adore small children. And I think pudding is gross, but it's a fun word.