I'm in France with my sister until July 18th and then I'm going to visit my uncle for two weeks until August 1st. So, if you're wondering why I'm not updating...that's why. I'll see you guys when I get back!

I'm a high school student. I live in Brooklyn with my dad and Manhattan with my mom. I have two sisters and two brothers; I'm in the middle. Our household is a bit...loud, for lack of a better term. I have a dog named Chewbacca, who I lovingly nicknamed Chewy. He's a golden retriever and my mom let me adopt him for my 13th birthday. We also have a family cat named Nom. And a goldfish named Thor. Clearly, we're pretty random people. I spend my time mainly with friends, going to see bands play, reading books upon books, and wandering. I'm a serious klutz, and my favorite target seems to be my head. I've hit it far too many times to be deemed healthy. I have asthma, which causes some seeerious problemos. I'm entirely too spacey. My socks never match. I have this weird fear of cheese graters. I despise guessing games. I have two crooked fingers; I twisted them when I went flying off a swing when I was six, but my sister didn't want to get in trouble so she threatened my GameBoy and my fingers never set themselves back. I enjoy 80's music and Full House reruns. I curse too much (boo fucking hoo). I play Pokemon in my spare time, and sometimes at school...don't judge me.

I finally decided to put some of my stories up. I only dabble in writing, I'm not very experienced. I've never shared any of my stuff before. But I loooooove reading all the stuff on here.

Favorites

Music: BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN. Led Zeppelin, Grateful Dead, Pink Floyd, The Rolling Stones, Muse, The Shins, Coldplay, Jason Mraz, Van Morrison, The Strokes, Talking Heads, Billy Joel...endless others.

Movies: How the Grinch Stole Christmas, Cruel Intentions, The Lion King, Twilight (typical), Little Miss Sunshine, The Departed, Say Anything, Pretty in Pink, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, St. Elmo's Fire, The Breakfast Club, Stand By Me, The Notebook, Almost Famous, Better Off Dead, Moulin Rouge!, Remember the Titans, Titanic...

TV Shows: Grey's Anatomy (obsessed), That 70's Show, Boy Meets World, Friends, Spongebob Squarepants, Family Guy, Gilmore Girls, The Colbert Report

Books: Twilight series, quite obviously. The Book of Joe, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, The Catcher In the Rye, The Five People You Meet In Heaven, Blackbird, The Lovely Bones

That's basically all that I've got to say. Anything else you want to know, all you have to do is ask.

After I'm dead, I'd rather have people ask why I have no monument than why I have one. -Cato the Elder

Best Poem Of All Time (Recognize it from The Perks of Being a Wallflower?)

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
He wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
Because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
And a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
And read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
Took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
With tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
And he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it.

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
He wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
Because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
And asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
Because of its new paint
And the kids told him
That Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
With thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
When he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
His mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
When he cried for him to do it

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
He wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
Because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
And a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
Because he never showed her
That was the year Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
Of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
Making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
Or even talked
And the girl around the corner
Wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
But he kissed her anyways
Because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
His father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
He tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
And a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
Because this time he didn't think
He could reach the kitchen