"Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until every living human has read the book." - Hazel Grace Lancaster.

Literally the way I feel about ton of books. Also applies to films, series and fanfictions. Emotionally attached to fictional characters. Oops.

Sometimes, I attempt doodling cute anime fanart, but always end up creating freaking Frankenstein creature, which rather resembles a jumble of squiggles than a Mona Lisa masterpiece.

Other times, when I'm alone , I whip out my phone, turn on the front view camera and record videos of myself and try to pretend I'm funny and interesting. Or I take a go at sounding smart and intelligent and eloquent reciting a self-made monologue I would like to be told Shakespeare could have written. Or I sing obnoxiously loud, giving an imaginary audience the most epic performance a delusional rockstar legend could put on. Guitar solo and headbangs and all. If I'm lacking the energy, I just turn up the speakers real loud and bob my head to the music, like a bobblehead.

And then, in the inevitable hormone-controlled moments of sentimentality or whenever I want to let my imagination wander, I lay down and day dream. And then, just maybe, write. But my sudden bursts of inspiration stop and my stream of ideas always runs dry and not once have I completed a story of mine. But I'll get there someday. And hopefully it will be a story worth reading.

There is also my love for food and I could spend countless characters professing my undying love for it and describing the romanctic relationship between my sweet tooth and sugary delicacies, which (spoiler alert) ended tragically in a caries case, a hole and a filling or even narrate the dramatic love story of the heated encounter between my tongue and Oreos, which contained desire, passion, and cheating (my tongue couldn't choose between Cookie and Cream - it was a scandalous mess). But if I list all the yummy things I hold dear to my heart (and to my mouth) you'll probably take me for a glutton and I'll most likely make you crave these things and turn you into one as well. I could never deal with that guilt.

Wow, that paragraph about food was actually longer than the whole other part of my introduction. I think my affection is adequately displayed. This isn't all about myself, but a pretty damn lot. A pretty freaking uninteresting damn lot. Why are you even still reading this? Thank you =]

My name is Cheryl, by the way. Technically, I'm in my fourth year of Hogwarts, but ssh don't tell my grandmum. The whole magic thing sort of freaks her out.

Stay awesome and don't forget to smile.

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