I am seventeen years old and attend a Catholic school in Florida.

Both of my parents were journalists before the recession, and I suppose I got the writing gene too, since as far back as I can remember I’ve been making up stories (which is generally not approved of by most journalists, but it’s a dying profession anyway). I wrote a novel, which probably belongs on the So Bad It Makes Me Want To Gouge My Eyes Out shelf, but I’m working on it. I read almost constantly whatever I can find, although I tend to favor fantasy and science fiction; I’m the fastest reader I’ve ever met, routinely finishing four-hundred-page novels in two or three hours. I think I got started reading those thick doorstopper fantasy novels so I wouldn’t have to go into debt to Borders. Books: Crack is Cheaper.

I play guitar, or at least make sounds out of the guitar that could, in a quiet room and with a lot of luck, be called music by a charitable liar. I’m an atheist, but I have no problem with religions that actually do good works and don’t try to convert me. I schedule my Thursdays around Supernatural and my Wednesdays around Pushing Daisies, probably the best show on television. I have gone to more musicals than most people have gone to rock concerts. My friends are funny and weird and some of the best people you’ll ever meet. I drink a cup of tea every afternoon. I’m a vegetarian. I write poetry. To my constant disappointment, I cannot sing. I don’t understand the appeal of sports, but go to football games anyway because my friends are there and we rarely actually watch the game.

I write long reviews and angsty stories which get updated sometimes. Okay, people, I'm working on it, I promise! Also, I only ever write one story in a particular fandom. Sorry, everyone who's following the Rent Epic of Doom, but after this is over that's it.

IMPORTANT NOTE: All my fics are on HIATUS probably until sometime in March. I'm working on revising my original fic novel. Sorry, everyone.

Current Plot Bunnies (for the Morbidly Curious)
Supernatural Crosses Over With Absolutely Everything: Exactly what it says on the tin.
Magneto Replaces His Phone: Cell phones contain delicate metal parts. Magneto isn't exactly delicate with his use of his powers. Customer service is not delicate at all with people who replace their phone five times in one month. Hilarity allegedly ensues.
Scenes from the Life of a Werewolf: Vignettes from the life of Remus Lupin. Like the Rent Epic of Doom, except hopefully less depressing.