"If you find a girl who writes, keep her close. If you find her at two AM, typing furiously, the neon gaze of the light illuminating her furrowed forehead, place a blanket gently on her so that she does not catch a chill. Make her a pot of tea, and sit with her. You may lose her to her world for a few moments, but she will come back to you, brimming with treasure. You will believe in her every single time, the two of you illuminated only by the computer screen, but invincible in the darkness." "I would rather die of passion than of boredom." -Vincent Van Gogh I am a lover of hot beverages. I talk at the speed of light. I listen to music during class and get away with it. I am agnostic. I can spot a liar without trying. I have a huge sweet tooth. But really, I'm just me. I am a novelist. Maybe if I keep saying that and posting it everywhere, I 'll start believing it and actually finish something. I attempt NaNoWriMo every year and have ever since 2009 - but I have yet to win. This will be my year. Occasionally I write poetry. It tends to be cheesy and occasionally superficial, but they're still words leaving my mind and being put to paper, and that's all I ask of myself. If there was ever an over-dramatic, manipulative brat of an only child, I am that child. But I usually use my powers for good. Usually. I get burnt out and bored quickly, but I've never gotten tired of the acts of reading and writing themselves. Definitely with some of the books, but not with the action. I tell myself to do my yoga and take my vitamins every day, and that I'm going to get all of my homework done before it's due and wake up earlier so I can write... But it very rarely happens. Perhaps I will have better luck once I am on my own and unburdened by an entire farmhouse of chores. I love taking pictures. I broke my camera back in August, but my father, bless his heart, bought me a newer, nicer one for my seventeenth birthday. Now I just have to get used to taking pictures all of the time again. I have an addictive personality, and therefore go on binges frequently - internet binges (occasionally with specific websites, like here or tumblr), reading-for-fun binges, Reese cup and coffee binges, ice cream binges, curling-my-hair-every-day-though-I-don't-actually-have-the-time binges. Luckily, it has yet to really get worse than that sort of thing - and hopefully never will. I crave freedom and ink the way a smoker craves nicotene and an alcoholic craves a drink. Pretty things are my weakness. Lots of things fall under "pretty things." I have a tendency to start projects and then never finish them. And if my homework isn't done at school... Well, it isn't likely to get done. Resisting the urge to chop off my hair is very, very difficult. Even though I know I'll whine the moment I do. I'm really horrible at starting conversations, but once I get talking I can hold one for hours.