20/05/10: The new chapter of Pick-Up Line A Day Keeps Lily Evans is almost done. I promise. I know that not many people will actually see this, but I just thought I'd put that fact out there. I'm so sorry it's been so long since I updated. I suck :( PMs/reviews moaning at me to write are always appreciated! As long as they're not rude; it's not my duty to update. If I'm struggling with it, or can't find the time, I'm not going to put a forced, rushed chapter out there.

I love; music, my friends, reading, writing, laughing so hard you can't breathe, naming my electronics, writing or drawing at three in the morning, television, that colour between pink and red, Gilmore Girls, indie boys, talking for hours, being a nerd, inside jokes, trying and failing to write songs, Milo Ventimiglia, nail varnish, my bed, live music, chocolate muffins, drawing, daydreaming, ice cream sundaes, neon, walks when I have no idea where I'm going, New York, Converse, acting like a five year old, skiing, feeling excited, when it's hot but not too hot, sharpies, airports, people watching, and many, many other things I shall not bore you with.

Random Musings.

I don't read as much fan-fic these days. :(

Having a boyfriend takes up a hell of a lot of time/energy/mind space. That's my excuse for lack of updates. I blame him for everything else ;)

I love love. Meaning, I love the whole idea of love. I love writing about it, I love reading about it, I love daydreaming about it. Love is the reason the world is still spinning. Lily and James have contributed towards keeping the planet on its axis, and therefore it is a perfectly acceptable use of my time to think about them. (I realised after writing this that Lily and James aren't actually real... ugh)

Bracelets are amazing, but they're so annoying when you're trying to quicky type up fan-fiction before any rabid reviewers find out where I live and murder me in my sleep. I joke, of course.

Cookies keep me going.

I can write pages and pages for History exams (11 full pages in an hour and a half, chyeahh!) but when it comes to writing fiction, that's when I get stuck.

Reviewers, I love you. Even the crazy ones. I love you extra amounts... please don't hurt me!

Read. Review. Please and thank you.