Ok everyone, I used to be Simple as Silence, but due to my sister finding out my pen name and deciding it would make great blackmail material, I had to change it. I like this on better anyway

Hello everyone-You can call me Accidental Affinity, or better yet, call me Your Highness. You could also call me a bitch, a loner, annoying, emo, or crazy. The stereotypes are abundant, take your pick. You want me to like you? Bribe me with cookies. I'm 15, short, counting the days until summer vacation, and I love anime and manga, especially yaoi, especially Death Note yaoi. So if you write any, or know of any good ones, let me know.

Other mangas and animes I love: Fruits Basket, Kodocha, Full Metal Alchemist, Sailor Moon, Ouran High School Host Club, Gravitation, Loveless, Fushigi Yugi, Ayashi no Ceres, Pretear, countless doujinshis

Books I love: Hell, I'll read just about anything. Bookworm is another name you can call me. However, the best book ever is Twilight.

Writing and Me: Or writing and I. Whatever. So I know that there are fanfic/general writers who eat, sleep, breathe and shit writing. Good for them. If writing is your passion, then that's great. I'm not one of those writers. I'll write some random crappy emo poetry, go for weeks without even thinking of writing, then maybe write some more emo poetry. On rare occasions will I write a fanfic, and even rarer do I think it fit for other people to read. Now, that's not to say that I don't like writing. I really do. I'm just not one of those writers who carry around notebooks and jot down random stuff every five minutes. I write when I need a release, or when inspiration hits me on the head. Which usually happens very late at night.

Other pointless info: I'm a music whore, I dance and throw guns, swords, and flags in the air for fun (that's colorguard for the unenlightened), my moods change faster than I can keep up, ummm... I have a short attention span. But only sometimes. Like in math class, when my friend Katie will be explaining some crap about circles to me (which, by the way, is because I completly tuned out the actual lesson) and the next thing I know I'm humming some random song I heard earlier, and Katie's looking at me like she's freaking Medusa and I should be long dead by now. I procrastinate, whine, and some (most) say I have a very negative attitude. I don't; I'm just realistic. It's not my fault that the world sucks (but only sometimes). But hey, don't let that make you hate me. As long as I like someone, I'm very nice to them. Ok, so my idea of nice might be considered a little, well, not nice by some sissy people. If I call you a skankity whore face, it means I love you enough to call you mean names. So since, as you can imagine, it's not easy for me to make friends (this is not just because of my bitchiness; I'm just extremely shy) I'm fiercely loyal to the ones I've got. And yes, I do have quite a few. I guess some people just love me for my shining personality.