4/1/2012

I usually relate to books. That's why I have such a hard time finding books I like. They're either totally awesome superly-fantastically exciting adventures, or how I truly view the world. So if you're looking for deep and hidden meanings, you've come to the right place. Oh, and feel free to tell me about any books that you've read and liked. I'm eager to anything. I also love talking about books. So PM me. Who knows? I might just share your obsession.

4/5/2012

Okay, so you people probably want to know more about me. This should be very interesting. . . .

I'm from the south. Alabama, to be exact (and I'm not getting more exact than that). I do not, however, talk with a southern accent regularly. I can do it anytime I want. I simpily choose not to. I can do other accents, too: German, Mexican, British, Austalian, etc.

I'm a girl (duh), but I'm definitely not your average girl.

When I was younger, I played by squashing bugs with old bricks on the sidewalk. I played pirates, fairies, New York (really long explanation but totally halarious), 4-Square, travel the universe, play pranks on your step-dad, annoy your dog, bathe the goose (yeah, another long story), soccer, see how tall you can stack legos (pyramid works if you have a lot!), slip-n'-slide (we got the hosepipe out, wet the slide, and put liquid soap on it. BEST TIME EVER!!), throw basketballs at the neighbors, have a holiday just 'cause, etc. etc. The only technology I was near was on Sunday night, where I went to my neighbor's house for movie night. I was perfectally happy. And sort of hyper. But t-totally tired out by the end of the day.

My friends were all boys. And still are. Sure, they're annoying as heck, but they're way better than gossiping girlies. I've never understood gossip. Woo-hoo, Ashley got pregnant. Who cares? I don't know who Ashley is, even though you'll describe her hair over and over again. So MEH. I'll put up with the teasing and roughness. I kind of like it, actually. If you sit around all day on the phone, you don't do anything. If you hang out and slap each other upside the head a few times, you are COMMUNICATING. WOW!! Dang near 'mazin', ain't it?

No, my name is not Attia. That first name is from the book Incareron by Catherine Fisher. My last name is not Ride, either. That, my children, came from the Maximum Ride series by James Patterson, from a character named Maximum "Max" Ride.

If you want to know what I look like, I have a pretty dark farmer's tan. My hair is a little below my shoulders; it's a coffee-colored brown. My eyes are the same color. I'm of an average height, but everyone else these days are jacked up on the crazy stuff they put in fast-food, so I seem pretty short. I'm very thin, except for my muscle, which allows me to pack a pretty hard punch. The muscle comes from playing sports (and fighting), such as: soccer, tennis, basketball, baseball, football, 4-Square (we consider it a sport), gymnastics, baton, swimming, etc.

So . . . yeah. Maybe now you know a little bit more about me.

4/6/2012

So obviously, I suck at song-fics. So I'm going to write a ton of them until I get good at it. And trust me, I might go over-board on this. I'm very . . . odd. . . .