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This isn't really a blog. I mean that in the sense that I'm just not gotta post on it anymore (well, I might on occassion, but certainly not regularly). So if you want the inside scoop on my thrilling life *sense the sarcasm*, here is not the place to get it. Now That I have that crap out of the way, I can get poetic witht he rest of my bio:

I suppose many would view me as your average teenage girl trying to work past all the bumps on the road of adolesence, but I feel I'm so much more than that, because people are never really what the world sees. I'm an idealist with visions to change the world, and I have the courage and ambition to put them into action; I'm an unsure little girl, afraid to let go of my father's hand and face the world alone; I'm hurt, pushed far beyond my years emotionally because of situations out of my control; I'm determined, not about to give in to the traps the world lays, however big or small; I'm trustworthy -- if you lean on me I'll never let you fall; I'm caring, because "a person's a person, no matter how small"; I'm intelligent, funny, kind . . . but these aren't the things that matter. These aren't what define me. So what am I? I'm an individual, my own person, undefined, unrestricted, and ready to face the world head-on, standing on my own two feet, and kick ass.

Eloquently phrased, huh? :D

I love writing. If I had more motivation I'm sure it would be my life. I love fanfiction (I have an account over on ff.net, suibhan), but it's disheartening for me to post anything on there when I get, like, three reviews a chapter all saying, 'OMG! it's realy goood. i like your ocs. plz update soon!!!' I also have a problem actually completeing stories I start, and I don't want to put up any unfinished work. (And now I'm rambling on about things none of you reading this care about. . . .) Someday I will write and finish an original novel though, a psychologically-centered piece with romance, angst, deceit, and assassins. As you can see, I've posted a few poems up on my blog, but I don't really write poetry anymore 'cause since I'm no longer depressed I'm no longer inspired. How backwards and sick is that?

I also love music. But really, who doesn't? You wouldn't know it by looking at me, but punk is my soul. Even more than that is the strange mixture of emo, angsty not-quite-blues-but-too-soft-for-any-rock, melodic hardcore, and general darkness that no one has given a name too get. But I also love rock -- not rock 'n' roll, just rock -- so I guess that may be why My Chemical Romance is my soul band. I also like classical. (Yes, color me a nerd.) Tchaikovsky is my favorite composer (it's because of a lot of different strange things, like my inexplicable love of Russian men sparked by Yassen Gregorovich in the Alex Rider series and having Tchaikovsky's The Nutcracker drilled into my psyche every Christmastide since I was a young child, but Chopin is a close second when it comes to his waltzes. I'll also go for flaming emo bands like AFI at times, or strange, blatantly sex-crazed ones like Panic! At the Disco and Fall Out Boy.

And because I'm getting lazy now, and don't really wanna give you paragraphs on books and movies (which I both <3 x 100000000) you're getting lists:

Books

A Confederacy of Dunces
Pygmalion
Redeeming Love
Atonement Child
Get Well Soon
It's Kind of a Funny Story
The Lotus and the Cross
the Harry Potter series
the Twilight series
the Alex Rider series
the Artemis Fowl series

Movies

Pygmalion
All About Eve
Swing Time
Enchanted
Bells are Ringing
Signs
Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed
My Big Fat Greek Wedding
13 Going On 30
The Princess Bride
Die Hard
Die Hard: With a Vengeance
Live Free or Die Hard
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
Fistful fo Dollars
For a Few Dollars More
The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly
The Matrix
Batman Begins
The Dark Knight
The Women
The Philadelphia Story

I aslo must say before I go that I have an inexplicable love of Russian men. (Note: Russian men, not Russia as a country. The country is just too [insert non-offensive adjective here] for my tastes. But I still like their men.) Ever since I was, like, six years old I've liked them. When my family used to watch action films and the "studly" Western European/American hero would go up against the evil Russian male mastermind antagonist, guess who I was rooting for? Three guesses and the first two don't count. Even more so than just Russian men, I <3 <3 <3 Russian assassins (coughYassenGregorovichcough). That's just hot as a bonfire in the summertime to me. (Please excuse the cruddy analogy. My brain is having technical difficulties right now.) I can't explain my fixation, really, because everyone I've talked to has said that Russian guys are A-class jerks (this is what I've heard, mind you, not what I believe), but, *shrugs* meh, whatever. Now you have another random factlet about moi.

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