You know the story, Just a simple teen writing horrible poetry and stories that aren't quite as bad as the poetry, but which would never ever be published.

At least, never published under the words "great" or "master" or even, "Sorta-interesting". Mostly this stuff gets spun around in my head when I'm on the bus - It has that bus quality to it; sleepy, detailed (because it's a reletivly long ride across town), lacking in characterisation because I only think about the words and the action in itself - the characteristics of a short story to be sure. So... really, this is just back-up in case my floppy disks, printer, binder and computer all malfunction at once, leaving me mourning the loss of my somewhat precious, but not really valuable, works.

Of course, maybe there'll be a hidden gem of a story there, one that, witha little polish and spit, could perhaps shine a little on its own. Just a little bit, though. Only a widdlebit. Just an eentsy, bitsy...

So, as I redirect myself, I wonder what someone could possibly want to know about me? Maybe that I'm sixteen? or that I'm Canadian? Or even - god bless them - Why "Bagle" is misspelled? Shame; I don't have the time to answer that.

Kudos. (Remember to never give someone a "kudo", because that's gramatically wrong, as the english dictionary that I own patiently explains.)

Oh, and I have a deviantart account now. I'm rather proud of it, because I finally remembered to make one, and to actually PUT stuff in if. Imagine that! If you're hopelessly curious and nosey, I suppose you co9uld check it out. ^^ I warn you, it's mostly boring photos and Neopets stuff, because they're my two guilty pleasures.

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