Share this author's profile Emmy (Maria)

Hello, and welcome to my profile.  It is littered with many unfinished stories and obscure poems without purpose.  Let me take this time out to thank you for reading my words; there are many odd quirks and out-of-context run-on sentences that seem to last forever and tend to be a trifle tedious.

And if you haven’t read anything by me yet, and I'm just a silly bird blithering at you, then I hope you do, but be warned that my writing is nothing brilliant or life changing.  It simply is what it is.  I hope that will suffice.

Oh yes, and as for me?  Well, I suppose I am ME, mostly.  I love my initials but hate my name.  I once fell in love with someone that had the same initials as me. I mused about getting them tattooed to my skin, so if anyone ever asked I could blame the ink on narcism and not an ex-boyfriend. I talk too much.  I guess it is to make up for all the awkward silences I cause, like ripples of a stone sinking in a lake.  I overuse and abuse similes because they remind me of smiles.  I look at empty glasses half full.  Speaking of glasses, I’ve always wanted a pair, and maybe I’ll damage my eyes enough by staring at the sky I’ll be able to wear some like Harry Potter.  And ride around on a broom stick.  Wouldn’t that be rad? I tend to go on tangents about things that don’t matter, and miss out on telling people the “really good important stuff” about me.  The belgium chocolate facts as opposed to the jellybeans.  So without further ado:

*I find words I like, and overuse them in the hopes of seeming sophisticated.

*I collect quotes.  Others will tell you I steal them, but I try my best to make sure I always source my reference point.

*I am always nervous about my spelling’s correctness.

*Books and music are two things I would be miserable without.

*Chocolate never fails to make me smile.

*Spontaneousness is wonderful, but I tend to enjoy my routines.

*I am a shoe addict.

*In secret, I perform slam poetry to an audience of teddy-bears and my cat, Minka,  in the confides of my room.

*I am better when the sun is out.

*Running is my outlet and inspiration because I have not yet discovered how to fly.

*I have been made aware that sometimes I can give off egotistical vibes when in reality I am shy and my self-esteem is low.

*Nothing, ever, will be more rewarding for me than making people laugh.

*I grin at everyone I pass in the hope they will smile back.

*I have no real talents, although I do strange things like choking on nothing and obtaining an "adorable" sneeze.

*I make jokes at my own expense, then I giggle at them.

*I am a terrible self-editor because when I read over my work, I read the words that aren’t there in my head automatically.  That is why some of my stories will never make sense.  “He her”  What the heck?  Well, what I meant was “he killed her”.... >.<

*The only time when I am not clumsy is when I am in heels.

*I have severe insomnia, but it really isn’t that bad.  I can function without sleep, not without dreams.

*I like helium balloons, speaking in bad british accents, and tripping over untied shoes.

*I am a walking hyperbole.

*I invent my own words.

*I drink my coffee black, with a bit of cinnamon.  Coffee is a drink that was meant to be potent and bitter, with sugar and cream it tastes confused.

*I’m better before you get to know me. 

I am mostly insane, but I prefer the term "Rondonkulous”. I am a ridiculous donkey.  And as you can see.... I’m not that interesting.  I have a lot to say, but it all boils down to this:

I am ME.  Please, please, like me.  And if not, at least you can get a scoffle out of this. ^_^

Thank you so much for reading!