I'm just your average American girl, I guess: five-foot-short with an unhealthy addiction to organic chapsticks and possessing the unusual skill of being unable to determine the exactities of my own height, moral philosophy, and favorite colors.
I'm in the later years of attending college, and will get around to that whole "graduation" thing the very moment the real world ceases to be such a terrifying place (read as: eventually, with an emphasis on no time soon)... It is my personal belief that authors cannot function in the real world because it is the only place they live in over which they do not have complete control.