Crazy patterns, drawn on shoes, ponytailed hair, homemade buttons, and two-second eyeliner: all things you may see as your first impression of me. I'm the shy kid evolved into a self-expressive version of my previous self; there are still lingering touches of quiet here and there, though. I live to write, I write to live, I live to express myself.
Someday I will publish a book, but in the meantime I'll work on graduating with at least a 4.0, perfecting my writing, earning my black belt, and getting myself into the college of my dreams, Kenyon College. But times change, things can go out of order, and who knows what tomorrow may bring?
I want my dreams to come true.
Oh great, brag space. Six regional awards for writing last school year as well as two nationals, acceptance into a summer writing camp last summer, numerous karate trophies, all As for years and years, two stories and a picture I drew published in the school literary magazine, and a bunch of other stuff I forget.
Maroon. Yorkshire Pudding. Edward Scissorhands. Seven. Catorce. English. Cats. Autumn. November. Diaryland. Harry Potter series. Severus Snape. Everclear.