First of all, I am a Christian. Though that does not make me perfect, and certainly not intollerant. Nor does it make me spell well. Intolerant. Damnit.

Now that we have that out of the way, I suppose that it is my duty to make you familiar with myself. However, since this is the internet, and there is a very high chance of scary, molesting stalkers viewing this, I will be giving a bit of slightly false information. Such as my name, which shall remain only known to me. Therefore, you shall only know me as Jeaniverre, or, if you are amoung those people who are learned in the arts, Maestro Jeaniverre. I live in Ohio, and I love cheese balls. Also: I was born in Louisiana, and feel this constant pull within me during Mardi Gras.

Now on to what you can only trust as being true:
I attend FSU as a music student (though, I would only get into there in Seymour-Heermoar, which we will get to in a bit).
I used to have an epileptic dog, who will make occasional appearances in my story, under different aliases (should I decide to continue writing).
I have two best friends, neither of which is at college with me.
Most of my inspiration comes from literature and the bizarre conversations that I have with my dad. And kayaking.
I love my green eyes--I think they're sexy.
As a college student, I find myself almost always broke.

If the subject of Seymour-Heermoar doesn't have you scrolling down the page in earnest curiosity, then you probably will not be interested in this small explaination. You may proceed down.
Seymour-Heermoar is kind of the place where anything can happen. I store memories there, come up with ideas there, and forget things there (it's all in the brochure). There's this killer soundtrack, too; it's like my little vacation house where I go when I am out of imagination. My mind also likes to drift there when I am asleep; sometimes I have the most vivid dreams, which apear to be real and shatter my heart when I wake up.

My guess is that I must tell you of my 'hobbies' now, eh? Well, reading, listening, studying, thinking, visiting Seymour-Heermoar, and making music. There you go.

I am also a slow (very, very slow) updater with long chapters. Who occasionally just doesn't update at all. Like, I've been on hiatus from writing for like, two years. I like to keep them short (oh, so short), even if that only helps the updating (or lack thereof) problem a smidgeon.

Oh- and, a close friend of mine has an account that she updates occasionally, too (IttyBittyDhampir), and you should check her out. Also check out linalove, especially if you like POTC, in which case you should read her story, The Captain's Cabin Boy.

Now that we are pretty much through with the 'getting to know you's, story news!

Story News:

Living with Alex: On hiatus. IttyBittyDhampir are going to different schools, and we have no time to work on it! Sadfaces for everyone!

Twits: On hold indefinitely. Sorry to all those who have favored and been alerted to it, but I started it before Deathly Hallows, and I have just run out of steam for it. If I get any more ideas, I will most definitely continue. Don't count on it, though.

Edward is High: Supposed to be a oneshot, but I've recently been convinced otherwise. Working on a third chappy, if not more. However, there might be a title change in the future, so hang tight- it will be posted in a chapter if there is. But, again; probby won't happen. Sorry, kiddies.

The Final Battle: Finished.