I've been writing for some time, but that doesn't mean I'm good at it. I write for fun, and this is my way to learn how to accept criticism. Because, frankly, I'm not too good at that. I'm very young and have much room for improvement, and plenty of time to do it. Cut me SOME slack, and hopefully I'll improve with time. Thank you!

I have learned that I get many of my wonderful idea whilst either staring at a lavalamp, dreaming, sitting in school (not listening to the teacher...cough), or while listening to music. If I were on drugs, I would be the best author in the history of the world.

My favorite book is Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter by Seth Grahame-Smith (soon to be a movie as well! Yay!) because of my love of history (with a beautiful tinge of fantasy mixed in). My favorite book USED to be The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton, but then I read the book mentioned earlier and the latter couldn't compare. My favorite song and movie--"Stay Gold" by Stevie Wonder and The Outsiders movie--remain the same.

My favorite band is a band called SHINee, a contemporary R&B South Korean boy band. Yes, a boy band. No this is not because I'm a frilly little girl who screams and orgasms at the sight of a group of boys on the stage. Ahem, most of the time, but I am female. I have rights.

My favorite color is yellow. Why? I'm not sure, but every time I look at it I become mesmerized and can't possibly focus on anything else. Thus the reason I have to use mechanical pencils...that aren't yellow.

I AM easily distracted unless my nose is in a book or I'm writing. It's the only way I can calm my mind, so I greatly enjoy it. It's something I look forward to doing for the rest of my life, and I don't believe it's possible for it to get old. Ever. This is simply because writing is such a diverse thing. It cannot be kept in the mind and must be recorded or the holder of the idea will explode. That is, if you are a true writer. Which I am.

Italian food is the best food on the planet. 'Nuff said.

Asians never cease to amuse me. They're so smart and talented, and they make me disappointed by my own race. For whatever reason, I love Italians. My closest friend is Italian and my celebrity crush is an Italian. If an Asian and an Italian were to have a little boy and name him Chance, I would die and then come back to life and raise him despite my hatred for children. Especially little girls. Annoying little brats.

This is a brief explanation of me, Ciara/Cirra/Cici/"That chick with the boobs".

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