Alright. Let's punch this shit.

For one, I AM an author, not just a lurker but I haven't uploaded any of my stories onto this site because 1) I've had extreme trouble doing it in the past and been thwarted by erratic connections and html and 2) because I haven't written any good fanfic for any of my fandoms (Harry Potter, South Park, Narnia, House, and so many more but I think I just respect those other books/tv shows more and don't muck about in their essence) for quite a while. Actually, if you know me at all, you will know that I've hardly ever written anything good "in a while" because as soon as I spit something out it looks nasty to me. Or some other weird pseudo-metaphor.

Secondly, my name is Corinna (core-IN-nah) and I'm a Bostonian, even if I was born in Florida, goddammit. I'm also a conceptual artist and a sometimes anarchist (although really, I don't have much of a problem with governments, I just like Adbusters) and I think modern dance is really, really cool but I stick to white-girl hip-hop. I hate summer, especially when the power goes off in the middle of the night and everybody crawls out of their sticky houses and lolls around in the streets with burning torches. I'm learning to type at a site called typeonline.co.uk/ which is very good and you should use it if, like me, you went to a Waldorf school. Or if you just want to learn to type or something, I guess.

I love Red Hot Chili Peppers and Dire Straits and thinking up band names and my greatest disposable secret is that I like listening to the 30-second clip of Natasha Bedingfield's "Pocketful of Sunshine" on iTunes.

I like physics and Victoria's Secret, and likening my life to the plot of a crappy/magnificent book. I also like to think a lot.

This is getting strangely personal so I'll leave you now. And if anyone wants to read The (HP) Crap I produced in my tender years roughly 24 months or so ago, they can go here.

That all sounded strangely hostile, didn't it?

P.S. Little hand says it's time to rock and roll.