Right now I'm especially bored and procrastinating, so I'm writing an extremely long, pointless bio. Sound like fun?
I almost never read Harry Potter--not because I didn't like reading, but more because I was stubborn and nonsensical as a 9-year-old. But one day my dad snuck the Sorcerer's Stone into my room, and for some reason I picked it up. I read it straight through in twelve hours, and have been obsessed with the series ever since.
About two years ago I started writing fanfiction, and I'm incredibly self-conscious about my work, so I love the anonymity of the Internet. I write a lot of Marauder's Era, but I like most categories. I recklessly misuse and overexploit commas and semicolons. Also, I am very bothered by how many sentences I have just started with "I." But oh well.
I live in Wisconsin and I'm just about the most awkward person ever. I like snow and cake and thunderstorms, hate the number 34 (and also those trees that bloom mid-June and smell terrible), and am known for all sorts of graceful feats such as tripping and breaking my arm. I recycle obsessively, type loudly and like cooking. I'm also one of those crazy people who runs because it's fun.
I love music to a ridiculous degree. I play viola (NOT violin) and I listen to a very strange mixture of classical (mainly late-romantic-period works), heavy metal, and broadway. I try to sing but most people wish I wouldn't.
I ship: James/Lily, Sirius/Remus, Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, and most canons.
I always have way more ideas than time or work ethic (hence my work is mainly one-shots), but right now I've got something very epic brewing and I'd really like it to actually exist. In the meantime, feel free to check out my LiveJournal if you really want to read pointless rants and mediocre drabbles.
Summary: In which Ginny makes a cake, Draco makes a public spectacle of himself, James gives Harry dubious life lessons, and Gideon saves the world, one case of gastrointestinal distress at a time.
Summary: After an argument with James, Lily seeks out some old friends and learns about James, her role in the war, and why they need to keep trying.
Summary: "We do not remember days; we remember moments."
What follows is a collection of little memories that make up life: moments, both significant and obscure. A series of vignettes more than anything, that, put together, may paint a picture of the lives of our favorite Marauders. Rating because of language.
Summary: They say that laughter is the best medicine...
A little oneshot about rings, eggs, and moving on.
It's been in the works for a few months now, I only just got around to submitting it.