Hi! Let me introduce myself. My name is Jessica, and welcome to my Bio. I recently decided that I should try and continue my writing, so I opened up my old bio and discovered the most uninteresting and self-pitying thing I had ever come across. This "old" bio was written at the young impressionable age of eighteen, after my graduation from high school. Now, the years weigh heavily on me at the age of nineteen. Surely, this extra year has graced me with boundless knowledge and unmeasureable maturity. These great amounts or insight caused me to reflect upon the poor quality of my bio; It contained horrible writing that was as mind-numbing as it was uninformative. So instead, I have written for you a bio that will hopefully reveal some serious insights about myself.

Firstly, I congratulate everyone who posts their writings here. It takes a lot of courage to write anything at all, and even more so to share it with others. I read many great authors who write with so much beauty that I feel beyond insufficient. However, I suppose it would be more optimistic to look to the Tolkiens and Shakespeares as role models, no? I'm sure you have already realized that I'm no Chaucer, but hopefully you will find something of worth out of my writing anyway. Humor, inspiration, what have you.
A little about myself: I live in the big city but come back to live in my little home town every summer to work in some manual labor job for school money and family time. I would love to live with my family on a more permanent basis, but I suppose a sense of obligation (and an annoyed family) keep me elsewhere. I love to draw, especially people, and I'm always drawing people wherever I see them. If you see some girl hunched over a sketch- pad studying your features, don't be upset, unnerved, or "weirded out." It's just me working to improve my skills, which always need improving! I also love to sing, I'm trying to learn to play guitar, and I simply love music so much I can't describe it. I'm sure many of you reading this understand perfectly.
I love the outdoors, even though I wish that my currant home had a little more of the "lush forest paradise" and a little less of the "arrid desert wasteland." Even so. I would like to travel even though I have never been in more than five states and I have never been out of the country except for Vancouver, Canada.
I consider myself an enormous geek, and I hardly think that I have to describe my interests in that subject. Just think of every "nerd," "geek," "Dork," or the like that you have ever known and you will have the perfect mental picture of yours truly. Sci-Fi (Star Wars, Star Trek, sci fi novels), yep. Fantasy (Tolkien, fan-based fiction and art, etc), yep. What my dad calls "lame Chinese cartoon crap," yep. Comics, Japanese and American, yep. The list just goes on and on, but I trust that you have a good understanding of my geeky person.

Little facts about myself:
- I don't cry at funerals (I learned this today, much to the horror of my mum.)
- I can't cook worth anything. I can make enough to survive ( oatmeal, cream of wheat, jello) and that's as far as my culinary talents run.
- I tend to seem selfish. I never put enough into my friendships, and thus I drive people to an early grave. I am truly sorry for this, and it's one of my real resolutions (not like one of those fake " I will excercize and be more organized" resolutions) to change this. If you care to leave advise for this seemingly self-driven individual, feel free to leave memos!
- I am very nervous about driving. Just merging onto the freeway is enough to keep me sweating for hours.
- My biggest regret is that I had to grow up. (I think almost every adult shares this regret in different degrees.)

Things very important to me:
-My family
-My religion
-My friends (despite my previous mention of my poor actions)

So I've told you a few things that I like. I suppose, on a more negative note, I must tell you about things I dislike. The universe must have balance, no? To be fair, I will steer away from general annoyances (backstabbing friends, hypocrites, people who don't cry at funerals) because I'm sure I am guilty or have been guilty of many of these things. Hypocrite, indeed. So I will name some things that bother me that I have a sure plan of not being involved in for the sake of not being the afore-mentioned hypocrite. (Note that I do not dislike those involved, simply the actions themselves!) Beware, this list is not for the faint of heart.
1.) When individuals belch or pass wind purposely into my breathing air. Repulsive. Yes, I realize that gas is a natural thing. I'm not daft. However, my older sister has the adorable habit of belching and blowing it into whoever's face is nearest, usually mine. Not so endearing.
2.) When people take a wonderful piece of music and overplay it until you not only lose the love for it, you actually begin to despise it. Two members of my family have this awful trait, and I am constantly forced to break CD players and destroy costly music for the sake of saving it. Shame.
3.) People in my family have this habit of reading my books and magazines. This is acceptable, as long as my permission is gained. However, my family members also have this habit of kidnapping my books so they can be entertained when they are expecting a long vacation in the bathroom! I enter the lavatory after someone's particularly long stay and find one of my books on the (ech) bathroom floor, cover bent back, water splashed on it from the sink. I am by no means afraid of some common germs, but my best books laying on the bathroom floor? It almost makes me weep with disgust.
There you have it, my list of dislikes. I hope that you got through it safely, and that you will not think that much lesser of me for it!
Well, thank you for spending the time reading my Bio. I feel so much closer to you now that we have spent this time together. I will say farewell and end with something that I think all friends should know about each other, ( I still need to work on this with many of my friends and family) my top three wishes, in order of importance:
1.) I wish I could fly.
2.) I wish I could be invisible. (Being invisible in itself isn't that important to me, but observe wish number one. How would one be able to fly without being invisible? There are so many people around, my flying would surely cause a problem.)
3.) I wish I had the means (the time, lessons, etc.) to learn how to play every instrument that I so desired.
Well there you have it. Goodnight, and goodbye!

"'Goodbye,' said the fox. 'Here is my secret. It's quite simple. One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes.'"
- "The Little Prince," by Antoine De Saint-Exupery