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Oh My God.

I'm like the dumbest person in the WORLD. For the past few days I've been crying over the fact that I can't change my bio anymore (cause it's been like "happy new year" for the past 5 years literally ftw) when really I can I just didn't click the "profile/bio" tab.

So yeah. Here's my Bio for you:

ThyLaSlain is a dumb person who writes stories. She currently lives in Toronto, Canada because of University (guess which one! I'LL GIVE YOU A HINT: IT'S IN TORONTO AND IT'S A UNIVERSITY IN TORONTO! AND AND AND...) where she's studying Psychology, Biological Anthropology and The Art of Not Killing Her Profs/TA's (much love to you, peace).

She has written a bunch of stories she hasn't completed.

She hates herself for that.

She's now 2 decades old and wonders how the hell that happened. Yesterday she was running around angsting and writing about angsty vampires. Now she has to wear dress suits and go to job interviews. Who knew the world of Hospital Volunteering was so picky? Don't they know she JUST WANTS TO HELP~! NOTHING to do with her wanting to go to medical school! NOTHING! =cough=

FYI, she started writing Cold to the Touch in 8th grade (didn't publish it though), and Beast in 11th.

She's dabbled in all sorts of art, from drawing (fail), digital painting (fail), violin (triple fail) and at one point (and she's only telling you this because she loves you) theater (fail with a capital P-H).

She hopes her "mentors" forgive her.

Anyway, coming out of a Dance-a-thon (fail) debacle and nursing a broken heart after a short stint in dj-ing (well really I just remixed songs) and having not one but TWO people in total come to her valentine's day grand singing performance -- one of which was a teacher the other her boyfriend (fail. The singing part. Not the Boyfriend part. He's good.), she's decided (wisely) that she is going to go back to writing.

x - x - x

So let me just put away my tennis racquets, tuba and shoe horn away and let me tell you a story...

xxx

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Take care!!