Ah helooo everyone! Welcome to my profile!

I guess you want to know a little about me; but honestly, I'm just writing something here so you don't see a blank white screen when you click my profile...

What's going on?

Hey guys! So I have realized that I am just a horrible person. I have started so many stories, but am unable to update them at an acceptably frequent rate. I am sorry to say that all stories except for Unbroken and 7D,7M,7Y will be put on Hiatus. I am extremely busy this year, so I need to prioritize. These two stories are my most popular ones, so I'll stick with them. Sorry everyone.

-Asrith33

The writing business:

I think I have mentioned a few times that writing is a hobby for me, but I approach it with passion. I approach my writing (fanfiction or not) the way a book would be written, and I appreciate the psychological factor that is always a key element in the devlopment of any book. I do include romance, relationships, etc; in my stories, that's just not my focus, so if you're one of those people who read stories purley for smut, short love stories, and one night stands, then don't read my stuff, that's not what I do. I try to approach everything on an emotional/psychological level and try to attach you to the characters that does not involve emotional connections seen by one side of a party through sex. And that's all I'll say about that. I write to write, so don't expect an immideate jump into the deep stuff straight off the bat.

Name: Not telling you the real one. As for the profile name, It was one I made up completely off the top of my head. The 33 means nothing, just some random number. I didn't think the name had to have any meaning. I might change it someday.

Location: Texas, the north side of Houston. It's hot, it's miserable, the only time of the year that's enjoyable is early spring and early fall. After that it's either blazing hot or freezing cold. I still love it though! WE ARE DROWNING RIGHT NOW, CALI SEND HELP!

Age: not telling

Sex: Female, more like a guy though, but feminine enough to have earned the boobs.

Horoscope: Virgo, two days short of Leo.

Ethnicity: American. Irish-Italian mix.

Relationships: Not married, no boyfriend (I have a fridge, that's all I need), three cats, a dog, Mom and Dad, and psycho-bro

Occupation: None! I am only a peaceful Junior in the High of School.

Physique: Average height, a 'little' chubby, skin is a little dark because of my Italian genes (and band camp), brown eyes (which can't see worth s*t), brown hair that changes it's shade from more red colors to more black colors every few weeks (I do not die it, it does this of its own accord) it is waist length and is very thick. I sport glasses with a prescription so strong it makes other people's eyes hurt to look through them. Am pretty strong thanks to band PT.

Personality: Split: total introvert who somehow has tons of friends in real life, complete chatterbox on the web. Not all into social media, the most that I have is a Pinterest, e-mail, a text, and an abandoned Tumblr account. I'm not all that girly either. I never wear makeup, I dress like a hobo most of the time because its comfortable, and I usually don't pay much attention to my hair. I just let it grow out and do it's thing. I spend most of my time in books and Manga, and try to make time to watch anime, I'm just always so busy...

Hobbies: Drawing, writing, reading, playing Flute, attending Renaissance and the occasional con that comes near, and visiting art/ history museums.

Likes: Music, Manga, Cats, Anime, good writing, good art, mythology, Italian food, Asian food, Seafood (excluding fish), and mom's home cooking.

Dislikes: Drama, excessive noise, the SSSHHHHHHH! sound, Cockroaches, cold weather, idiots, arguing with idiots, bad writing, "art" (you know what the " means)

Strength: I can always understand the underlying message in a story, predict almost anything that will happen in a book, and can translate Shakespearian excellently. My mom says I'm great with kids and my don't-take-no-shit attitude will probably make me an excellent mom. Or drill sergeant.

Weakness: Kryptonite, duh! Just kidding. Its cockroaches, if I see one I go running for the hills.

Talent: I can play the flute pretty damn well, and my drawing skills only get better every day. I have a passion for history, language, and the humanities. I hope to someday travel the world and learn as many languages as possible. I may want to be some sort of teacher someday, but maybe after the main course I have a good career under my belt. Prehaps Anthropology? The Humanities?

Ineptitude: I tend to be unable to read other peoples emotions. The obvious written-all-over-your-face ones I can interpret, but all the others I cant. I'm no good at comforting people either, I take things as they are and I'm no good at sugarcoating all the horrible details, so I usually tell it to people straight. Don't come to me with your problems.

OBITUARY FOR THE LATE MR. COMMON SENSE

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get Parental consent to administer Calpol, sun lotion or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on.