When you walk by a group of quote-unquote normal people, you chuckle to yourself, patting yourself on the back as you scoff. It's the same superiority complex shared by the high school jocks that made your life a living hell, and makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma you spend every moment of your waking life bitching about. Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?

Name: Ellis Rook

Age: 18, mutha' 'ucka'!

Sex: Yes?

Hometown: Golgotha

Nicknames: Osaka, Cori, Maj, Majhica, Core, Hahaha, and The Agnostic in the Corner.

Let us start with some random facts about me. Just so, you know, you can come under the illusion that you know something about me and start talking about me behind my back, then say something to my face (my face being the computer screen in which you PM me or comment on a story that may appear in the future) that will kill my self esteem and thus make me a bulimic star that all the tabloids gossip about.

I'm in a band called the Nagy Bitch Chords. Our only song is the "Yaoi Song" that the guitarist and I wrote to the tune of "Buy Me a Mercury." We're working on... you know, making valid music that doesn't involve lyrics about Goku and Vegeta doing choir boys.

I am addicted to caffeine and require it on a bi- to tri- hourly basis.

I'm a simple small town girl trying to effect the world in some manner.

I take Japanese, but it's fairly useless. It's only practical if I'm two feet away from a train station and incapable of discerning that.

I like the English language. I think that it has a graceful quality to it that few other languages hold. I also like people who use it. The love of my life is an English major.

My wife(u) is also my coffee guy (well, he's my "husband," i just really hate that word.) and it was decided today by myself, my sister, and two of his random coworkers that he is utterly beyond help in his perversion. Really? A school girl?

I am sarcastic. Deal.

If you have a Jaida Jones complex I will not hesitate to bitch you out. I will not consider you as good as her until you are, and no one else should. Get a book deal, and then I'll change my mind.

Despite me coming from an upper-middle class American family surrounded by corn, I am decently worldly and do not live in a box like my other city inhabitants.

I appreciate "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" references, even if they are from the second most annoying person in a thirty mile radius.

I wouldn't mind being Max Bemis's Shiksa.

I accept change, even if I don't want to.

Now that we're done with that...

You can go read my SINGLE fan fiction.

I do have more written, they just require Beta-ing and editing and all around decrapifying. My Junior year ate my soul and I got very little writing done.

This is my second account, but I am somewhat ashamed of the first because of the quality of the writing. I will not post a link. Despite my lovely reviews and supporters and the nasty bitches that made me depressed, but a better writer none the less, I am ashamed of the quality of that work and do not, in it's present state, wish for it to be associated with this work. When I find the time (I need to lose some friends, they demand to much. Or just wait for winter, I can do it when I'm sick) I will update those stories and post them here. Except for the Autumn ones. Those can go die.

If you've read till here, congratulations. You are insane or very, very nice.

Current profile song (A.K.A: song I'm whoring out to those of you who don't have a good source for new music): Admit It!! by Say Anything.