Yeah, so last time I took the time to look and see what atrocious nonsense I had last written in my profile, I came away feeling highly embarrassed and a tad bit awkward. I never really realized just how uh... ridiculous... I was when I was a wee bitty just starting out in high school. Needless to say, I'm mentally smacking myself hard and occasionally throwing in a punch. Yeah, it was really that embarrassing.

So please allow me to introduce myself in the least embarrassing way possible in order to reflect how much I matured over the passed uh... five years? Yes... stop staring at me! You're making me nervous. Ahem. Now where was I? Oh right. My name is erm... a secret... but please feel free to address me as Alfers or Alfy or something ridiculously irrelevant, but intensely funny (just as long as it's nothing derogatory). I am twenty years old (woohoo, good bye dreaded teen years) and a sophomore (in a secret university) majoring in animal science. I'd very much like to be a large animal veterinarian, preferably working with horses because I absolutely love, love, love them. I've actually been riding for about two years now and it's only succeeded in furthering my fascination with these freaking awesome animals. I. Must. Get. Into. Vet. School. heaves dramatically

I suppose I should say something now about my non-existent stories. Yes, yes. I see that Covenant story with one chapter and right now it doesn't count. As far as I'm concerned, it's a dead topic. It got shot, tragically, by my flailing muse. Poor thing. Anywho, right, stories. Hm. I lost my train of thought... oh, right! Stories. So I started writing back when I was a wee little girl obsessed with Sailor Moon. Yep. Sailor Moon was my inspiration for my first attempt at writing a story and to be quite honest, it sucked... so did my handwriting (it was so sloppy... still is to be honest). That story never went anywhere and I'm still embarrassed to say I let my mother read it back then. She was probably wondering what the heck was going on in my little brain. Maybe she knew it was the hormones kicking in. Stupid hormones. So since then I've written a fair amount of junk. A lot of it really was drunk (I mean junk... where did drunk come from?). I mean, I re-read stuff I've written in the past and wonder just how in the heck I thought certain changes in my plot actually sounded... plausible. My early characters were such attention whores that it wasn't funny. I would like to say I've gotten passed those attention whores, but I can't be too sure. Anyway, I've written a lot of tidbits that will probably never see the light of the computer screen, and most of them are fairly good tidbits if I do say so myself! It's the matter of actually fitting them into a story some where. I blame my muse. Some parts of my stories are real detailed and interesting, and then the other parts are flailing around like ugly... turkeys. And as you can see, the flailing turkeys have kept me from posting much of anything.

If you happen upon this page and there are stories actually listed, be amazed. Be very amazed. It will mean that I've kicked my self-consciousness in the patooty and given it a what for. And in case that should happen, I insist you review because my ego needs inflating in order to continue writing...