Buahhh. Loud noises. G-r-o-u-n-d-e-d to h-e-l-l. ; - ;

General Information:

Name: Uhh...? xD

Gender (for you immature people): Female. Un-less you want me to check. (ignore that. xD)

Age: What are you, a stalker? A

Location: The darkest recesses of your mind (? sounds accurate...)

Orientation: Straight as a bendy ruler, man. :D Wait... (inside joke. xD)

Relationship Status: Is feeling like this is a facebook page.

Language of Preference: English, or Japanese. Limited knowlege of German, Chinese, and el Espanol, baby. ;D

Random Fact of the Day: My friend once messaged me and sent me a video, saying it reminded her of me. It was about maggots. I don't know if I should be offended, or laugh.

Things I Have Said That I Will NEVER Regret:

- Don't be sad! You're like a burrito. Awesome crap all rolled up into one! :D

Shows/Movies (in no particular order): Higurashi no Naku Koro ni, Umineko no Naku Koro ni, Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu (The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya), Lucky Star, Death Note, Elfen Lied, Darker than Black, Bokusatsu Tenshi Dokuro Chan, Toradora!, Kuroshitsuji, Code Geass, School Days (Nice boat xD), Fang Yang de Xing Xing/My Lucky Star (Taiwanese Drama), Titanic, Azumanga Daioh, Macross Fronteir, Clannad, Kannagi, K-ON!, Bleach, Kamen Rider (The Next), Seitokai no Ichizon, Hell Girl, To aru Majutsu no Index/To aru Kagaku no Railgun, Fumoffu, Fruit's Basket, Shakugan no Shana, Yami to Boushi to Hon no Tabibito, Touhou Project (it counts... _), Vocaloid, and some others that I probably don't remember for a reason. :P

YOU KNOW YOU'RE AN AUTHOR IF...

You talk to yourself a lot. (Oh dear Gohda...)

You talk to yourself about talking to yourself. (e.g. 'Why do I constantly ask my self random things? Why don't I have any friends?')

When you talk to yourself you often talk to yourself like you're talking to someone else. (e.g. 'Do vegetarians eat animal crackers? Or is even asking that morally wrong?')

You live off of sugar and caffeine (Don't even get me started... xD)

You'll check your e-mail every day of the week and then disappear off the face of the earth. (WHY IS THIS SO TRUE ;-;)

Your e-mails tend to be pages long and incredibly random.

When replying to an e-mail, you'll never actually address the point of it.

You tend to collect Bic Stics off the ground like picking pennies off the ground.

No matter where you are in a room you never have to get up to find a pen/pencil and paper.

The letters on your keyboard are wearing off. ( It just sucks that every computer I'm on I somehow destroy with viruses.)

Your friends and family think that you have carpal tunnel syndrome.

People think you have A.D.D.

You think it'd be cool to have A.D.D.

You constantly start talking in third person, present or past tense.

You start thinking about making lists like this and start giggling for no "apparent" reason

Your friends stopped looking at you funny when you laugh for no apparent reason a loooooong time ago. (oh yes. somewhat.)

And FINALLY, the one way to tell if you're a good writer: You failed English 101. (NEARLY. NOT QUITE. D:)

...I felt the need to add my own commentary. Sue me. xD

I apologize for not updating. Instead, I've taken up a new project:

An excerpt from my upcoming BRILLIANT, AMAZING, SUPER-AWESOME novel~

There are some days when you’re going to feel really empowered or inspired to do something potentially life-changing… And then, there are going to be those days when you’re going to feel just plain dull and unimaginative, like the world is passing you by in slow motion, and all you can do is sit and wait for another story to unfold.

This, unfortunately, was one of those days.

Annie Wright – she never had a care in the world, and yet, she was so outgoing and charismatic, that it was enough to make any sensible person jealous. And – just as the world had molded her and brought her unto a society full of opportunities of which would allow her to fully embrace her potential, it had also outcasted her in the same way.

Nobody had ever expected her to have taken her very last steps that day, Thursday, February 14, 2003 at 4:31 P.M.

Nobody, not a single person, ever seemed to notice that maybe, just maybe, something had to have been wrong.

~Later!~