Hi fellow fanfictioners (is that what you call them?)!

Hmmmmmmmm, about myself...

I am 13; I used to share an account with SqueakyDolphin6, but not anymore.

Here are the books I like, no- love:

Percy Jackson (Awsome!)

Heros of Olympus (Again, Awsome!)

The 39 clues (Rick Riordon, how do you think of this stuff?!)

Amian Fan!!!

Artemis Fowl (well, I don't actually love this series, but I do like it).

Also, I really like the author Gail Carson Levine's work (check it out, it's amazing)

I really only write 39 clues fanfiction, and I have writen about, let's see... four or five stories now? Yeah. And I am going to write lots more!

I don't really like writing love stories, I'm no good at them. But I really love humor!

Speaking of humor, this is a random drabble I wrote (for the 39 clues):

Random Drabble

"See, mommy? Don't you like it?"

Hope Cahill stared bewilderedly at her son and daughter.

"Um..." She was at a lost for words.

Six year old Amy got up from her place on the bed and jumped up and down.

"I made Dan pretty! I made Dan pretty!" She screamed over and over.

Hope looked at Dan, sighed, then laughed. She got the camra and took a picture. It was a memory she'de appreciate later.

(Eight years later)

"No way!" Dan frowned. "You did not do that to me!"

Amy was laughing uncontrolably. "You were three...giggle...and I was six- what are you supose to do about it...chuckle...?"

Dan glared at the photo they had just dug up from a box they had found; it had been stored up in their aunt's attic for who knows how long.

The picture was horrible- to him. It was probably funny to some people, like his nutcase sister. He still couldn't believe what she had done.

In the picture, there was Dan, a little three year old, smiling a wide grin. His eyelides were a deep shade of blue, streaking all the way up to the middle of hisforhead. His cheeks were a bright, bright shade of pink, and all around, yet not exactly on, his lips was globs of red gunk. And his hair! A mass of barrettes and bows. He looked like a clown. And there was Amy next to him, smiling also and holding a large box of makeup.

Dan looked over at Amy, who had kept the photo suspiciously for the past half hour before giving it to him, who was now hunched over the computer, still laughing. He saw a glimpse of Facebook. He sighed. At least there was only one copy of the dreaded photo...right?

Hate it, Love it, I don't care. So, anyway, as you can tell, I love humor!

Anything else? Hmmm...

I know a lot of other writers have very long profiles, but I guess I won't.

BTW, here's a shout out to all the awsome reviewers who ever reviewed one of my stories! Thanks a bunch, you guys rock! ;)