Author has written 10 stories for Gilmore Girls.
7/15/08: Although I no longer write here, feel free to worship my already-written pieces!
Also, be happy they're all completed at the very least, because I would always get pissed when writers simply disappeared.
Although to be fair, they were usually good writers.
Also, much of my profile is void due to the whole me-not-writing anymore, but I don't have the heart to delete it.
Um...anyway. Try to enjoy?
Well. Hello there.
I'm Hanna. Very nice to meet you.
Name: Covered that.
Sex: Yes please.
Location: I could be located in a myriad of places. My bed, for example. Or my sister's bed, if she's not here, because if she is here she gets extremely pissed and askes me why I can't just sit on my own bed to which I reply because it's a loft bed and I lack the capability or wish to jump/climb/drag myself up there and she usually reponds with a disgruntled sound, so you'd see why I'd want to avoid that. It's also possible that I'm at my dining room table because we never dine there. We stack random and unwanted paper on it. We dine on the coffee table, sitting on the sofa and creating hunchbacks by leaning over our plates.
Education: I find it to be a very important thing. I mean, whether it's learning point-slope form or how to French braid hair or to say 'I want your pants' in Russian (yeah, that would be Ya hachoo vashi shtanii), it really helps us further the evolution of our brains. Learning is an integral part of our society, because it makes people smart. So, overall, I give education the thumbs up.
Age: Just count the rings.
Height: You're as tall as you feel. Seriously, look at Stewart Little. That little guy was like 4 inches and he saved the world. Or a bird. But still.
Weight: A lot, because I'm heavy with importance. Naw, I'm joshin' ya. Gotta love that metabolism, huh?
Religion: Hannaism. Hey, wasn't my idea, although I welcomed it freely. Thanks, Jombles.
More about me, not that you need it. Because, seriously, with all the information I've given you, you know me so well that's it's crazy. You know me better than I do. Seriously. Can you tell me about me, because I really just don't know anything. Who am I again?
I love Gilmore Girls with an almost insane passion. That's why I'm here. That's why we're all here, really. Because only insane maniacs write fanfic.
I've got ten full stories- Safety Dance, Thank the Cavemen, Video Killed the Radio Star, And What a Happy Holiday it is, Well, There Goes My Gallbladder, Hedge Clippers are the Path to Love, Miranda, Empty Promises, Lips Like Sugar, and Vinegar and Glitter. I'm not into the whole 'start a fic, then start a new one' because then you have like 12 unfinished fics and all these disgruntled readers going, 'I want THIS one updated!' and I just can't deal with that. I'm not that strong, dammit!
I'm not going to do long fics and frequent posting for a while- my school started, so I'm too busy partying with homework. I'm writing- well, attemtping to write- some short fics, though- and some classic McMuffin long fics- piece by piece, and when I finish them, I'll try and post them- I don't want to have to post-as-I-write during school, because, hello, remember that homework party? It's taking up much of my time, along with the school-hours-palooza. Hopefully you won't give up on me just yet- we appreciate your business. Remember the good times? Remember the nights spent on the beach, the wine, the laughter? Don't give up on me just yet, I can prove myself. Plus there's the glorious thing I like to call 'the weekend.'
Oh wait... just wait one quick minute please (although yes, Bootsy, I know, it's always 60 seconds)... now it's the SUMMER! Well, what do you know? That's convenient, I suppose. That's when the bulk of the writing goes on. Well, whoopdido.
8/28/06: NOW SUMMER'S OVER! THAT SENTENCE IS NULL AND VOID!
"And maybe one day we'll live in a house made of cheese."
"Oh, I hope so."
hannna says (10:08:58 PM): my new homepage
Let me leave you with this startlingly deep comment made by our very own pOnDeReSqUe (who also happens to be my part-time beta)...
"There is nothing in this world better to be obsessed with than GG. World peace, perhaps- but I have only one adolescence to live through and I'd rather not spend it crusading through the Middle East offering kamikazes "Make Love Not War" buttons."
Nuff said, I say.
So, it's been a pleasure chatting with you like this. Must dash though. Things to see, people to do. Yes, it's in that order on purpose.
va va to the vooom,
PS Fishsticks. Yeah, you know what it means.
PPS Stick a fork in me. I'm done now.
PPPS No, not a spork. Put it away. You know who you are.
PPPPS Postscript is an amusing word, isn't it? It amuses me when people leave multiple postscripts.
PPPPPS This last one is just for good measure, so I can have five. Five seems to be a good number. Nice and odd and prime. That sounds like I'm talking about meat or something. Not that meat would be odd if you could help it. But don't you say "That's a prime steak" or something? Or prime rib, that too. I wouldn't know, I don't converse about meat often, except for now. You should feel lucky to be here witnessing this event. If you do happen to converse about meat often, though I'm not sure why you'd do that because that's slightly odd (like the number five), maybe you can enlighten all us poor non-about-meat-talkers.