Hey guys, so I'm redoing my profile...well, because it stinks. I think I created my account when I was like 14. So I'm updating. Also I apologize for any errors--I'm using my smart phone and the keyboard is suffering in lagging time. So here's the new profile. (also, I hope to weed out some of my crappy stories- most are bad anyway but I'll keep the ones with good plots)

Me- I am a, as of November 2012, a 17 year-old human of the female gender. I'm as short as an elf (not proven) and enjoy writing,listening to music, and pretty much everything else that a teenage girl does. Well, that's a lie. I don't follow everyone in their love of: being a (I apologize for language) a harlot, their love of Twilight, Vampire Diaries, Pretty Little Liars, Secret Life of American Teenager, or the need to talk like a bag of trash (I do ocassionlly swear--it slips out). I don't hate or have a disdain towards the shows above; I just don't like or follow them. I do however enjoy, until it was stupidly canceled, CSI Miami (love it), Criminal Minds, Mentalist, CSI, Person of Interest, Elementary (I catch it when I can- still recovering from my withdrawal of CSI:M and my slight animosity towards CBS). Also, I enjoy NCIS, NCIS:Las Angeles, Rizzoli and Isles, and other crime dramas :) I also like BBT (Big Bang Theory) and other comedy shows so don't worry- I'm not a teenage girl who only likes murder and cop shows. Well I'm bored so I'm clicking save. (Edit rest later)

Me continued- Hey guys ( on my mobile so don't yell at me if there are grammatical errors), so I'm back on FF and I'm updating my bio again :) I enjoy poetry, reading and writing it. Ond of my favorite poems is by Edmund Vance Cooke, it's called 'How Did You Die,' and I've recently stumbled upon (my AP Euro teacher showed it to us) the poem by Lord A. Tennyson (Alfred, Lord Tennyson) 'Charge of the Light Brigade.' Listed below are some sites/ usernames you can look me up under :)

(April 13, 2013) So yeah, I apologize for pretty much never updating my stories...usually I'd say something along the lines of "So sorry, maybe this summer. I'll totally add more and finish them this summer," but I know that that statement is about 500 miles from 'truthville...' Just thought I'd give it to you guys cold and true. Sorry for being a lazy writer :/ ... had my ACT today; that thing was a joy. If by joy I mean 'ughhhhh,' then yup a total joy :)

ENJOYABLES

BANDS/ ARTISTS: Reba McEntire, Miranda Lambert, Rob Thomas, Nickleback, The Script, Maroon 5, Five for Fighting, Adi Cristescu (Romanian singer), The Cab, Gary Allan, Matchbox 20, Brit Nicole, Rascal Flatts, Sugarland, Saving Jane, Imogen Heap, and a ton more :)

PLACES: PCB ( Panama City Beach, Florida), Mexico (Matzalan, Mexico), home, anywhere with my friends just hanging out, inside watching/ listening to a storm, in an airplane at night (so beautiful.)

TV SERIES/ MOVIES: Scooby Doo, all the CSIs ( Miami, CSI Vegas, and New York), Supernatual, Elementary, Gilligan's Island, Curious George, Bridge to Terrabithia, Odd Life of Timothy Green, Dan in Real Life, A- Team, Rizzoli and Isles, Reba, Big Bang Theory, Get Smart ( with Steve Carrel), Descpicable Me, Hotel to Transylvania, Bones, Person of Interest, Criminal Minds...that's all I can think of now :)

AUTHORS: Cody McFadyen, Mary Higgins Clark, Elizabeth Chandler, Sandra Brown, James Patterson, Karin Slaughter, Mary Pope Osborne, Gertrude Chandler Warner (box car children series), Alyson Noël, and Jodi Picoult.

BOOK SERIES: Magic Tree House, Boxcar Children, Cody McFadyen's Smokey Barret series, Mary-Kate and Ashley Olson's child mystery books, Karin Slaughter's Agent Will Trent series, Karin Slaughter's Dr. Sara Linton series...all I can remember

there are more 'enjoyables' and I still have to add my 'not- enjoyables,' but here's a poem of mine :) This one doesn't have a title yet-- maybe you guys could help me out? Please don't plagiarize, if you want to use it as an example ask me and I'll get back to you right away- and if you do- please, please use my name! :)

Never once did I imagine-

A dream like this could ever have happened.

Before my eyes you stood and glanced, but never once did we pass.

Thanks to me, and my cursed past- I never bothered to look after the looking glass.

A sound so sweet of beauty and right-

never did I think I'd see the light.

An angel had gathered and prone to stand, had landed in my garden;my palm; my hand.

I knew not a rule as to what I should do, but I knew that our friendship couldn't be true.

Not a soul,

not living on grounds so high,

would hear me if I tried to cry.

A voice so tepid, only mine to bear- I never did imagine a friend so rare. You waltzed and you prodded: though all did seem fair-

you gave me everything yet I kept you here.

The angel like fairy had moved not an ounce-

still perched in my hand like a game of cat and mouse.

I never did know, never did ask, as to what that angel had been guided that day.

Had she been my savor, my all powerful pill?

Only time will tell. Only time will quell.