Formerly, Leelo77

Yours truly is scatterbrained, homesick, and just started college in her big bad home city. When not suffocating in her sleep because of the hotbox created by the Merry Marijuana Mermaids I call roomates, who swim in oceans of rum and redbull, I am usually doing some strange, new age, homework for some teacher, or waiting persistantly for the little red box on my facebook to appear and tell me I have a notification.

when i'm NOT being a homebody, I'm usually relating to my boyfriend the physical descriptions and auras of attractive men I come across in my escapades at ye olde university, much to his ultimate displeasure. Other activities include attempting to reach my roots, belly dancing, loitering with my friends attempting to divine the secrets of life, and rummaging for a good book at the Strand. (google it, its cool!)

So far, I haven't written a fanfiction since I was about 14, and deleted all my crappy ones from when i was 12 in a fit of rage and anger. I was going through my own "the world is full of hatred" period. I'm going through this strange stage right now which involves me having a desire and need to write again, or at least finish Prove Her Worthy, if not revise it as a whole.

Reccomended book of the moment: Persepolis, by Marjane Satrapi (its actually a graphic novel, but very very good, and an unconventional one)