Author has written 14 stories for Smallville, Harry Potter, Dark Angel, Hey Arnold, Being Human, and Dune.
Think I'm witty, do you? Are you here to find out more about that weird person who left that weird comment?
Just kidding. My wittiness is restricted solely to my mind, for sadly I am generally the only one who thinks so.
If perhaps however you are here with a more dubious agenda than adoration, and have come instead to yell at that mean person who left that mean comment . . . rambles hurriedly then I must say you've sadly come to the wrong profile, and please exit by way of the "back" button, which you will find on the upper left hand corner of your browser! waits till they inevitably glance at button, then bolts
I have written few stories, the majority of which are not terribly good, in any way, of any sort.
But hey, it's all good. All the time.
Check out my infantile blog while you're at it: www.seasonvelvet.blogspot.com
Personals, if you are curious:
Age: 18. (I lament! Time, blast you time! Feel ancient and sorry that my existence has come to moot. Alas.)
Past-times: Playing guitar, listening to music, reading, going for walks.
1. Hate the telephone with an irrational passion, for it seems like an intrusion of fate to disturb my peace and slice open my womb of solitude, so that I spill out with a slew of slime made of secrets into the stark, choking air of reality, blind and deaf and wriggling and gasping. Honestly. I despise phones.
2. None of my clocks tell the correct time. It is 7:38 at the moment, however according to the clocks in my room is it: 8:38, 8:10, and 11:06. Another escapist thing. To read the real time can be like a blow to the gut, taking the mick out of you. At least this way the blow is softened, for I can surmise the correct time (one is an hour off, the other half and hour, the last I don't even bother with), but I have a lift of spirits when I look at the clock and it is even better than 8:38, because it's actually 7:38!
3. I used to drink a Tim Hortons large iced cappuccino a day. A fortune, indeed.
4. I make mini works of art, inscribe a poem on the back, and slip these into public library books (currently frequent the library of Trent University and the Peterborough Public Library). You can find a few on my blog (I use the term liberally), link above.
Abadee -- Abadee -- Abadee, That's Aaallll Folks!