: About Me

Hello all!

This is supposed to be about me, right? Well, it's impolite to ask a lady her age, so I guess I can leave that off.

Has anyone just read the passions section in the forums? I have only commented on some of the ones I read. I have a lot of passions. One of them is reading. Right now I am reading Extras by Scott Westerfeld. (Don't you dare tell me the ending...) He is one of my favorite authors, and I was delighted to find that the book is set in Japan! Japan is another of my passions, though it is a rather new one. I really want to learn the language whenever I get some time off from the daily grind.

It's kind of exciting for me, being able to write in a pseudo-professional way. I never had an English class I really enjoyed in school. Those courses are like English smooshed into hard little pellets and forced down your throat. I like writing on Helium much better, because I am rated not on due dates and test scores and objectivity, but on my writing.

I hope to keep reading and writing on Helium until I'm old and grey(er), but I find that I cannot write on subjects which I have no passion towards, so there might not be that many articles forthcoming.

If anyone really read this far and doesn't know me in real life, I am a lot more famous than I thought.

My passion is ...

The delicate balance of truth and lies which nets around us all, causing us to wax philosophical.

I know too much about ...

The deadline I am missing as of now.

My parents always told me ...

They loved me.

My childhood ambition ...

To die in battle.

Why I write ...

Because I can be judged by my writing, not some ideal of beauty.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

I'm reading Extras by Scott Westerfeld.

My best moment ...

The one in which I realise the truth.

My inspiration ...

The human mind.

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"Hello. Wanna be friends?" the autistic girl said to the outcast. The outcast looked up and blinked, puzzled, and then shook the proffered hand. They rode the bus together, headed for their first day of a new school year. The autistic girl had 16 cats, and the outcast had three. One of the cats the autistic girl had looked like a cat that the outcast had lost. The outcast found herself going to the home of the autistic girl more and more, and the autistic girl jumped at the chance to visit the outcast. Every morning on the bus, the autistic girl found herself rattling off everything from w...

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