Never trust me with a pen. Especially a black sign pen. I'd probably never give it back to you. If ever, by the time I do give it back the ink would be used up on the following:

a) my ink art and endless drawings... maybe even in some of my watercolor paintings and the usual crap (oh, by the way, I don't do commissions unless you're willing to pay me big time.)

b) my school notes (if I did bother to take them down)

c) poems, stories, and fan fics that I write in my spare time (which is actually any time at all)

I'm a useless lazy procrastinator who can easily be called an anachronistic girl. Still 15, soon to be 16, then 17, and so on. Yeah, I have a cat's heart. I don't have it in a jar on my desk, though. It's locked inside the wooden trunk under my bed. No, just kidding. I can't do that to my relative.

In my past lives I was Cleopatra (the same one who killed herself with the snakey thingy), Jane Austen (I'm a huge fan... of myself), Coco Chanel, and yeah, I was also a cat. A fluffy white Persian cat with weird eyes, probably named Kitty (because my owner was lacking in imagination). I am not the cat but I am a cat (there, happy?).

I'm supposed to be a Grammar Nazi. Stress on the 'supposed to be'. Come on, I'm only human.

I am a Harry Potter freak. Well, not a SUPER freak but just a freak. I love the MWPP era. I ship Remus/Sirius, Sirius/Bella, Severus/Lily, Tom Riddle/Lily, Harry/Luna, Cedric/Fleur, Remus/Tonks, Ron/Hermione, Neville/Luna, Draco/Ginny.

Cheers and condolences. (Just to be different.)