My name is Kate.
Memorise it, it will do you good.
You may call me Katey, if you are one of the stubborn people who refuses to pronunce it correctly. And you may call me Katharine if you are one of my relatives (especially if you are my parents) who refuse to believe that I am calling myself other than the name I was given when born.
I'm 14, almost 15. I'm younger than pretty much all my friends in my grade. It sucks being born in the last week of November. Alot. Although I suppose being born in the last week of December is much worse.
I live in a city called Edmonton. Its practically in Northern Canada, but its not. But you might as well call it that though because we usually have snow from October until May. Its not a really good city, loaded with potheads and the homeless. But the mall's cool. I can garuntee you its bigger than your local mall anyways.
I love writing. I just suck at thinking of plots and storylines. My computer is littered with unfinished stories, because I can just never think of a good second half.
Right now I'm working on a story, hopefully this one may be finished its first chapter soon. Its currently untitled and is solely based on a really elaborate dream I had, so its basically going nowhere if I ever get past the first chapter.
I could write more, but its 9:00 on a Tuesday and I'm actually really tired right now.
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