User Name: Nothinbutyou

Real Name: Ryann Lynn

Pets!: Ophelia, Joey, Eve, Thing Two, Jacson, Mimi, Leo (my rabbits), Copper, Echo (dog), Mikey (Double yellow headed parrot), Maxi, Izzy, and Brodey (Goats)!

Sibblings: Jordan(sister), Peter, Dustin and Colby

Friends: Sydney!!!, Harley, Alicia, Ashley, Savanah and many others!

Stories: Love is a hard thing, Will you heal me too?

Interesting Facts About Me!:

1) I am in rabbit 4-h

2) I have a very hectic life so I can't update stories as much as I like

3) I have caught the bad spelling bug from my friend Sydney

4) I love Zutara and hate Kataang so eff off!

5) I also love the pairing of Bella and Jacob (even though I am so much better for him :P)

6) I can't think of anything else!

7) I am in Vocal Ensemble!

You Know You Have Been in Vocal Ensemble too long when:

You can remember the order of flats and sharps easier then your name.

When you CAN sight-read.

All letters past G and all numbers past eight are not important.

You were never great in math, but you can convert time signatures (IE: 4/4 into 2/4) without thinking twice.

You'd rather DIE then go to class or a rehearsal without a sharpened pencil, full water bottle, a bottle of Tylenol, your Music, a sweatshirt, and an empty bladder.

You have learned the difference between Chorus guys and Drama guys- Chorus guys will look when you get dressed; drama guys won't.

You know a substitute doesn’t always mean study hall, but class is more fun without the director.

Within five minutes after every concert, you know what went wrong, who screwed up, who the director will kill first, write her sermon on concert etiquette he'll give first thing Monday morning the next week and where you're going afterwards.

You know the director is always right. Even when he is wrong the director is always right.

You know the REAL purpose of the bus bathrooms.

You know its possible to fit half the bus into the last five rows.

You know a capella really means "three to five months of hell".

You have learned to appreciate the times when you sit while singing-it won't happen very often.

You actually enjoy going to rehearsals.

When you are alone, you suffocate cause there's no one telling you when to breathe.

No matter how much you hated your director during festival, lamented about your dress, and wanted to KILL the composer of the music, you decide to go into music as your college major. After all, something that has changed your life and given you so many memories has to do the same for others, and you wouldn't dare think of denying someone else of those things.