Author has written 27 stories for Yu Yu Hakusho, Gundam Wing/AC, Beyblade, Sukisho, and Gravitation.
Jeeze, I've never updated my bio before . . . at least, I don't think I have. Regardless, that's what I'm doing now, although I'm not sure why. I think it's because I'm trying to put off doing a bunch of productive stuff. What I love about that last sentence is that it will ring true for the rest of my life. I'll always be trying to put off doing productive stuff. Although, it makes one wonder (or ya know . . . me wonder) what productivity really is. Let us examine productivity by further stating what it is:
1) A word. Productivity is a word.
2) Made up of letters. Productivity is made up of the letters P R O D U C T I V I T and, of course, Y.
3) Is defined. Productivity is defined as:
a) having the power of producing; generative; creative: a productive effort
b) producing readily of abundantly; fertile: a productive vineyard
c) causing; bringing about (usually fol. by of): conditions productive of crim and sin
d) Economics. producing for tending to produce goods or services having exchange value
e) Grammar. (of derivational affixes or patterns) readily used in forming new words, as the suffix -ness
f) (in language learning) of of pertaining to the language skills of speaking and writing (opposed to receptive)
4) Is pronounced. Productivity is pronounced pruh-duhk-tiv
The above is what I know about productivity. I should pose a question. If one spends a good twenty minutes explaining what productivity is, is he/she being productive? The answer to that question must be in the motive behind the explaination. If one explains productivity because he/she wishes to better the knowledge of the populous, then I would assume that he/she is being productive; if one explains productivity because he/she is trying to avoid being productive, then I can only assume that he/she is, in fact, not being productive. Of course, because the explaination of productivity is being broadcast on this bio so that anyone with a desire to read it may do so, productivity becomes the bi-product of the lack of productivity, which, again, begs the question: What is productivity? Ladies, gentlemen, you have just experienced a circle. There are bags for insanitary stomach deposits under your seat. Please use them at your own discretion.
At any rate, I have lots and lots of socks, but I can never seem to keep them paired up, so a lot of times I don't wear matching socks. Also, many of my socks have holes in them, so I throw them away and tell myself that one day I'll get new socks, but I never do. If I can't find socks, I steal them from other people living in the same place as me until they think, "Wow, I'm short on socks. I better go buy some new ones." Then, when they go buy new socks, I automatically have new socks, too. It's a little bit like time-share . . . only with socks.
Additionally, my name is Alissa. That probably should have gone somewhere near the beginning, but it's right here. I like a lot of things, and I dislike a lot of things. I like to think it's the same for everyone. I like socks, words, sleep, my pillow, shoes, food, animals (especially cats, penguins, lemurs, and squirrels), reading, writing, my family, my friends, laughing, making other people laugh, movies, anime, rain, morning (although I'm rarely up to see it), evening, school, singing, the ocean, warm days, first snows, autumn, flowers, new haircuts, chewing my fingernails and biting my cuticles, the fact that I just had to look up how to spell cuticles, my awesome cool headlight that I got on clearance a Target and that I wear around a lot so that I can pretend to be a miner or a robot, going to the chiropractor , and holidays. I like a lot of other things, too.
I dislike being written on, being poked with one finger, the way some things feel, going to work, driving, long research papers that loom over my head until they fall on me and crack my skull open the night before they're due, technology when it doesn't work, asparagus when it's too soggy and flimsy, when people take credit for other people's things, when people copy me all the time, when people call other people ugly, when I'm reminded that when it comes to math I'm semi-retarded, when I get bad grades, going to the bank, having to go out a lot, blanking out when I'm driving, forgetting where I'm at for no apparent reason other than I was too distracted to remember, and feeling like I'm at other people's whims or useless. I dislike a lot of other things, too.
Hm, I've been typing this for some time now, and I have to admit I'm getting bored with it. Or at least impatient with it because I'm hungry. Oh! I'm in college! Anyway, that's not all that important or anything. What is important is that I forgot to list off one more of my likes. I like all of the people who read my stories, whether they review or not. At least they took the time to read them over, and I hope that they don't feel like they wasted their time when they're done with them. Thank you everyone for visiting my stories. I'm grateful to each and every one of you! Happy Readings!
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