For most of my life, if you looked up the word "wallflower" in the dictionary, there i would be, shyly peeking over the top of a book [probably Jane Austen, or Charlotte Bronte] and waving at you. Maybe. I was the smart girl who was too lazy. The ditzy blonde who read too much. The girl who loved too-big words and everyone secretly thought was stuck up because i never really talked to anyone. I guess they never really thought i just didn't know what to say. I like to think that i know what to say now. Or maybe i just don't care, and want to say whatever the hell i want. [: whichever. Oh,let's see here: I'm a writer, a lover, a goofball, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a dork, a reader, and amateur photographer, a Potterhead, a feminist, a philanthropist, and an avid music fan. Maybe, no one will read it, and maybe no one will care, but i'll be over here standing on my soapbox, screaming until i'm hoarse. "THIS IS ME!" Maybe then, i'll figure out what it is that i'm supposed to do.