I might as well try to fill something in on my profile page.

Real Name: Frances

Nickname: Chiyo chan

Age: 15

Dob: September 16

Personality: Happy, Go-Lucky!!

Favorite Author: Stephenie Meyer

Favorite Book(s): Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn, The Host, Where the Red Fern Grows, The Secret Garden, Peter Pan in Scarlet, Living Dead Girl, Thirteen Reasons Why, The Book Thief

Currently reading: Daemon

Currently working on: Caught In the Moment

Completed Works: Peter Pan and the Wishing Stone, Unrequited Love, After Colin Walks, Neverland

Favorite Band/Singer(s): Jonas Brothers, Blink 182, Three Days Grace, Vanessa Carlton, HYDE, Utada Hikaru, Evanescence, Simple Plan, Fall Out Boy, Boys like Girls, Coheed and Cambria, Arashi, Ayumi Hamasaki, Crossfade, Flyleaf, The Fray, McFly, Green Day, Linkin Park, Mika Nakashima, My Chemical Romance, Paramore, Relient K, T.A.T.U., Veritical Horizon, Weezer, Tokio Hotel

Favorite Song: One-X

Favorite Anime/ Manga: Full Moon wo Sagashite, Chobits, Pretty Face, Full Metal Alchemist, Blood, Bleach

Current food craving: CHILI CHEESE FRIES!! .

Favorite Quote(s): "Bitter crimson tears flow from lifeless eyes, and mingle with the endless sands." - Gaara, Naruto

Favorite Poem(s): "To meet nevermore, tears of sorrow overflow deep within my heart, what more this potion of life? All if but dust in the wind." - Inuyasha movie two.

"When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay.
Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them
Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning
After a rain. They click upon themselves
As the breeze rises, and turn many-coloured
As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.
Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells
Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away
You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,
And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed
So low for long, they never right themselves:
You may see their trunks arching in the woods
Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground,
Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair
Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.
But I was going to say when Truth broke in
With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm,
I should prefer to have some boy bend them
As he went out and in to fetch the cows--
Some boy too far from town to learn baseball,
Whose only play was what he found himself,
Summer or winter, and could play alone.
One by one he subdued his father's trees
By riding them down over and over again
Until he took the stiffness out of them,
And not one but hung limp, not one was left
For him to conquer. He learned all there was
To learn about not launching out too soon
And so not carrying the tree away
Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise
To the top branches, climbing carefully
With the same pains you use to fill a cup
Up to the brim, and even above the brim.
Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish,
Kicking his way down through the air to the ground.
So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be.
It's when I'm weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig's having lashed across it open.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate wilfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree~
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches."
-- Birches, Robert Frost (IT's so long!!)