My name is Oktober Devereaux. I like it. It's got a ring, don't you think? I like all sorts of stuff, but mostly art, writing, and music. I'm mostly a normal teenage girl, except the infomercial gene. Maybe I shouldn't have told you about it... oh well. Too late now. I'm a
little bit of a con artist, you could say. But I don't MEAN to think this way, god no. It's in my gene pool. It's in my veins. German veins, in case you were wondering. I live in Nebraska. It's an okay place to live, but not according to my stepbrothers who think it's the most boring place since Degrassi Junior High. It's okay here, though. Nice people, Nebraskans. A little too much corn, but, you know, you get used to it. Especially when you've lived here as long as me. Thirteen years, my entire life. I have a current obsession with System of a Down. If you know who they are, good for you. I hope you enjoy reading, cause' I'm gonna write my hand off. I'm on FictionPress too, same username. Look me up dammit.

"People are like slinkies, they're really good for nothing. But they always put a smile on your face when you push them down a flight of stairs."