La "Nutshell" Loca

Eh up! How are you? Me? I'm out of my mind!
It's dark and scary in there ....

My imagination is far more active than the logical part of my brain. I like to talk (a little too much, at times), and making new friends is fun. I love to make people laugh and feel good. I like to use long words, because they taste good, and I like the sounds they make. Consequently, I am known at school as the "walking dictionary".

Oh, did I mention I'm at boarding school?
Yes, I'm British.
Yes, I go to Hogwars.
No, I cannot bribe Harry Potter to give you his autograph. His girlfriend gets a bit stressy when I try that ...
I'm also the reason why Voldemort doesn't have a nose. My bad Voldie ... 

I like torrential rain and the smell of wet grass. I also like mist, damp, thick fog cloudy days and thunderstorms. I dislike heat intensely. Anything over 25 degrees Celsius will send me running back into the house, bright pink and hissing like Dracula with his head stuck in a toaster.

Writing is my joy, and I get grouchy when I don't do enough of it. My favourite part is wreaking havoc with anything I can get my hands on. I like explosions and fire too.
My characters and I don't always get along. I have far too much fun tormenting them, and subsequently they plot to murder me. They like to talk too - I argue with them a lot, and sometimes they all go on strike and refuse to let the story progress. That's why I have a water pistol handy. 
They like to talk as much as I do and, unfortunately, this has lead to a few escape attempts ... apologies to Elorithryn, who had to admit me in to drag them back again. I need better padlocks ... 

Notebooks, screwed up bits of paper and multiple books with pages bent over and bookmarked strew the floor of my room. Yes, I am reading them all at once. Yes, I can do that.
Yes, I am just that awesome.

I am the faceplant ninja.

I am a jelly bean addict. You could bribe government secrets out of me if you gave me a bag of jelly beans. Not the coffee ones though, they taste icky.

I know what a surfboard tastes like. Don't ask how ...

I am now going to end this list here, before you call the men in white vans. I have a long history with those guys ... I don't think we should be seeing each other again any time soon. Not after the sardine-custard-marmite-jar-dishwasher-explosion episode ...

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What about you then?

 

 

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