Hello to anyone and everyone who has no idea what they're doing here! First of all, here are the things that I don't tolerate:

Bigots
Idiots
Homophobes
Newspapers
Religious maniacs
The General Illiterate Lot (You know who you are. Oh, wait, you probably can't read that, here, let me try this; u no who u r!!111!!111!!lolwtfomg)
Llamas
Pencil lead
Selfish people
I'm-going-to-be-an-asshole-because-I-think-it-makes-me-look-cool type of people
People who forget the rule of DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ!! (How hard can this be, honestly?)

And now on the bright side; here are things I adore!

Pokemons, watermelons, leather, the smell of campfires, pines, ceder trees, birch trees, tarot, sunflowers, language, words, song, kleenex, gel pens, colors, watches, hematite, tiny little scorpions, the desert, dessert, winter, snow, freedom, power, strength, stability, zen, tatami mats, earrings, lips, hands, ankle bracelets, origami, ghetto headphones, pianos, base clarinets, moon, diving, the sky, the internet, red pandas, raccoons, cappucino monkeys, bare feet, honestly, passion, puzzles, uniqueness, made-up-words, friends, strawberry rhubarb pie, tiramisu, stroganov, parents, family, future, past and present and anything that makes my heart fly, my mind thrum. :)

And now for the general doodlims:

I am using this account to update my first EVER quest to discover the 50,000 word novel inside of me! So, if you have no idea what this is, I suggest clicking this here link: www.NaNoWriMo.org

And now that you've been enlightened, I suggest you check me out (not that way! Get your mind out of the gutter!) on my account which is: http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/502640

So, here's the rundown - I will be posting my novel progress HERE. So, if you want to follow me... keep your eyes open, and hope that I survive and come out with my sanity attached!

I KILL U: University of the Assassin Arts

Better title coming soon. :/

On January 26th, 500 students specially selected from all over the continental US recieved one single university acceptence letter in their mail.
On July 10th, 468 of them came to check out the vast campus, the hotel-room dorms, the prestine classrooms, the brilliant professors and friendly upperclassmen.
On August 22nd, 412 returned for their first night, preparing to begin the life they'd never dreamed of, to step out into the world of adulthood, and begin their futures.
However, following their first entrance screening - the Massacre Exam, only 92 of those survived.

They were now trapped inside of the school grounds, struggling for their lives, and for their morals which had all been mercilessly shoved aside as the Assassin Academy began to teach them their lessons. They had no choice. They would walk away murderers. Their only hope for the last bit of humanity was to escape the campus as quickly as possible.
That was also the only way to graduate.

Excerpt: I KILL U (University of Assassin Arts)

“I want to go home,” I told her, pulling up my knees to my face and hugging my legs. “I want to go back.”
“Go back?” she echoed, sounding genuinely startled. “What for? You just got out! You’re out of high school, finally becoming an adult, and you want to go back to your mommy and daddy? Don’t make me laugh, Peter Pan.” She snorted and tossed her hair. “You shouldn’t even be thinking that. And anyway, didn’t you listen? You can’t leave.”
“That’s probably a lie,” I grunted, feeling angry at her for making fun of me. Was she insane? Did she actually want to be here? “I bet if we got together, all of the freshmen, and made a run for it, they wouldn’t be able to stop us.”
At this suggestion, Nora tipped back her chin and laughed loudly. “You’re right, of course,” she chuckled, although it was dry and humorless. “Some of you would definitely get out alive. The ones on the inside of the crowd, that is; the shortest ones. The outside ranks would be riddled with holes. Haven’t you ever heard of snipers?”
I blanched and covered my mouth with my hand, feeling bile rise in my throat. “They wouldn’t!” I gasped.
“Of course they would,” Nora said frankly. “What would stop them? Your heroic aura? Your contagious sense of justice? Your incredible ability to separate the harsh reality of the world from the white-picket fence of the life you’ve lived up until now? Wake up and smell the gun power, Barbie,” she grunted, rapping her knuckles on my forehead. “Your only choice here is simple – to give up and die like a weak coward, or to suck it up and survive. So, which will you chose?”