[5.21.02]
- the truth is, i am still alive and have recently returned to lurk. personal tragedy has stunted the growth and expansion of the crap genre that i have invented here. i will write about it someday. for now, i will review like i used to (sporadically). i am working on a new chapter of silent suicide, as well as more standalone fics. call me lazarus :D.


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name: elise, nickname ellie. my pen name was once a really stupid one, but i'm sticking to this one for now.

age: seventeen. when i was eleven, i used to read that magazine, thinking i was grown up. funny how once you reach the actual age the magazine is named for, you could give half a shit about it.

town: it's in new jersey, and it smells like shit. that doesn't single it out. they're all the same.

music: i'm into older stuff. minor threat, bad religion, dag nasty, refused, embrace, rites of spring, and so on and so forth. i love music. we can talk music anytime. i'm a closet emo freak. appleseed cast, far, all that good stuff. third wave ska's good too. mustard plug, catch 22, blah blah i'm rambling. but .. hardcore! poison the well, shai hulud, sick of it all. i'm superfluously rambling. ;D

writing: i like to write blink fics. that's pretty much it. maybe one day i'll write an nfg one. i doubt it. i don't say a lot of bad words when i speak in person. but they tend to surface in my writing. quite excessively. and i hadn't even noticed this, until a reviewer pointed it out. so i think i might go back and edit my chapters. 'cuz i'm reading them over now, and some of them should be doused in lemon juice and lever 2000. so yeah. sorry about that. it's my style. i'm not too proud of it.

current status: i'm sad, angry. hold this fact accountable for my longterm hiatus. i'm trying to come back, but i'm stuck in a major rut with silent suicide. and my standalone fics make me sick. especially that last one. i don't know what crack i'm on.