Meh, Okay, so what do I put on here? Oh right! Information. Um, about...? Think brain! You incompetent piece crappy intelligence think! Oh yeah, Um, about me! hehehe, Okie dokie, moving on. My name is Helen, I currently reside on my bed, in my room, in my house, in city, of a state, in the United States of America! Therefore I obviously speak English as you can tell. (Durrrr) Anyways, writing is something I do for enjoyment. I would love to have a story I've written be published but It's almost impossible for me to write a story with out it being absolutly ridiculous and absurd. Yet, in some peculiar way-I love it. Something that brings a new unique plot out of a cliche. Well, my readers obviously know that. Gosh, sometimes I think I'm shizophrenic or something. (whoo! How do you pronounce that word? shy-zo-free-nick?) My dream is to move to London, become a grapic designer slash writer slash photographer slash architect. I pretty much have the whole unique thing defined. ANYWAYS, I like cows and penguins. They are the coolest animals alive, well except ducks. I mean ducks are yellow! While cows and penguins and black and white. (Okay, so some penguins have those weird flabby orangy thingies!) Sorry, I like to rant about different subjects alot. It's fun. I can be serious when I want too! I just choose not to, being serious is like have a stick stuck up your ass without the laughing. I am about to enter 8th grade. Junior high whoo hoo! (Grumbles something of school being a personal hell)It is now 2:27 AM, and I am in the dark typing. WEEE! Yay for darkness! You all probably see me as the silly rainbowy kinda person dontcha? Nope, hehe, though I am very fond of the color neon green. GREEEEN! Randomness rules! I also like random Private messages, they can vary from a simple greeting or to cheese, I do not care. I lurve all of my reviewers who comments on my story(s), and give me good feed back. I can tolerate flames but they hurt. (sad face) Oh well, It's life. I am not a grammar freak so I wont freak out if there's a missing coma or something, so if your intending to review about how my story has flaws, save the typing, I might as well not acknowledge it, though I will try to get beter at it. Key word try. Hmmm... I think I pretty much have everything covered up. WAIT! Brain. Process. Malfunctioning. BOOM KRSHHH!! (The sound of true writers block) I will now be closing my computer, awaiting my demise by ninja's in black out fits, perferably orange spandex, but NOOO, movies just had to change everything didn't they?!?!

bon au revoir

Encre rouge

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P.S.Gaspard Ulliel is Edward