I get all this space, to write about me? Okay...can you handle this? I like to write. A lot. I know it's odd that someone with such a hobby would be on a site like fanfiction...yet here we are.

I also like horses. And reading. Reading trumps horses, by the way. But writing reigns superior over both. Then there's medieval sword fighting, begin a proud member of the queer community, and school. The last 3, by the way, are in no particular order. Ah, but neither are the first three, so who really knows what I like best? And for good measure, we shall throw my friends/family in there somewhere.

I'm a college kid, and a horribly sarcastic one at that. I work at my college library, and am graduating in May. My goals, if one were to call them such a thing, are to live in a new city for a while, try to get some work published, and possibly go to grad school in a few years. I would love to make a living through written word.

So why am I telling you all this useless crap that a)no one cares about and b)no one needs to know? Obviously it has to do with my deep-rooted, secretive plan to drive you, the reader, absoluetly insane. Is it working yet?

P.S.:
I hate peas.