So, where to start? What mind-blowing, G.K. Chesterton-worthy opening phrase about me will make you remotely interested in what I’ve got to write about myself? I’m of no greater importance. I guess my mom and dad, as well as my four siblings believe me to be. Genuinely, too. Though I can’t say the same about the rest of the faces I have in my close and brief acquaintance.

However, I shall not digress any further, trying to sound interesting in a very "she's so cool in a I-don't-care-but-I-secretly-do" way. That's just stupid. My name is Felicia Lindeberg. I'm 15 going on 16 this summer. I'm from Uppsala, Sweden. That's in Scandinavia, if someone just found themselves a little lost on their geography. Northern Europe, if there's anyone who's completely out in the Bush without a map or compass. Next to the country that everyone relates to reindeers and Halloween-obsessed rockers, the country that wipes their arses after taking a dump with green paper, and the country that somehow convinced Julia Stiles that their prince had so much shinier and larger family jewels than the other Scandinavian royalties. She fell for it, poor gal.

I like to force my reluctant, much more normal friends into pointless, though heated (I'm so proud of myself!) debates of whatever-stuff. You know, the things you just blow off with an aloof whatever, but you actually has this fanatical, crazy monkey-worthy passion for? However that social urban legend only goes for me. Pathetic, is it not?

I signed on to this site because literature is my life. It's what I've been doing since I was a wee lass. It's my dream, and I hope that one day I'll be able to write a book that'll inspire--eeeeerrrrrrroooooorrrrr

Haha, you actually thought I was serious? Haven't we already established that I'm full of surprises? Pssst, yeah, sure Felicia. Whatever.

I registered because right now my life sucks, and I hope that someone will give me this awesome, inspiring, I'm-your-guardian-angel comment, review, or PM that'll help me get my act together. Or I just hope some talent agent will accidentally drop by, be amazed to the point of wickedness by my awesomeness, and give me a free pass to the Teenage Millionaires Club. If that doesn't vacuum up the pieces of Broken Felicia, I don't know what will. Haha.

XOXO Gossip Girl

Uhm, yeah, how did she slink past the guard? After all I had to go through when I smuggled him out of that zoo. What? He saw a tramp and got curious?