Lena and Her Useless, Fluffy Clouds

In Which I Introduce Myself Like A Very Drunk Sirius Black

Greetings, humans, aliens, potted plants, and random household pets that have used your owner's keyboard as a DDR mat!

I'm Lena...and as the title suggests, this is the collection of useless, fluffy clouds that float around my head. No, seriously. If everyone had an aura, well...let's be honest, class would be like staring at very annoying Northern Lights with B.O.. Well, that was off topic, anyway! My point is that if you could see everyone's aura, I would just have random idea clouds and thought bubbles hovering around my head (and probably zapping each other like Thalia Grace on a bad day).

Let me start off by introducing myself. Imagine me clearing my throat to eliminate all awkward voice cracks right about...here. I'm going to put my intro into quaint, little paragraphs. Mostly so I can ramble and not get lost when my subconscious throws me off of my train of thought...

I am relatively short, meaning 5'4, which is 2 inches taller than the ever so cliche YA protagonist, Clary Fray (cue a host of people yelling at me about how they're only 4'9 or something). I am also vaguely reminiscent of a hobbit. Probably, because I dislike shoes, like to eat, and am really lazy unless my friends drag me on an unwarranted adventure.

I have hair (yeah, I'm *puts on shades* swagalicious like that). My hair is a really dark brown, and it's long-ish (like waist length? I don't know. Up until September I still got my hips and my waist confused -THEY'RE ALL PART OF YOUR TORSO, PEOPLE! CAN WE JUST NOT HAVE NAMES THAT BLATANTLY CONFUSE ME?). Oh yes, and also eyes, brown ones. My eyes are the colour of hazelnut-buttercream, fudge cookie-flavoured, brownie-shaped, cupcakes in a fro-yo container. Or more obviously, the literal brown shade of a stick in the mud. Eyes are important, you see? You're facepalming and telling me to leave now...but you'll find that pun hilarious once you get your eyes checked! Hahahaha, retinas.

I'm 13, Which means I'm allowed to be on the site (haha, suckers!) But I'm turning 14 soon...very soon. Very soon meaning January, aka the month where everyone is sad because winter break (or holiday depending on where you are in the world) is ending. On a completely related note, January is a great month! For it is wintertime! And wintertime means snowdays, no exercise, and warm liquids made for human consumption! It also seems to be a time I like to use a lot of exclamation points to describe!

Hobbies...what do I actually do when I'm not badly writing stories? Well, I sing! And I like musical theatre (probably because I don't have the acting skill to get into a play). My vocal range is like... G3-A5 on a good day. I also row, which is a lot more tiring than you would expect. I'm in varsity now (because of seniority, not because I'm actually good at the bloody sport), which is a lot better than novice because we row more and run less. Fun question for the coaches: why must we occasionally run 7 miles in a day for a sport that doesn't involve standing (much less running)?, But, keep doing what you're doing, because I completely suck at the sport...*cries*. I also read...I can play 5 instruments, and I can fangirl and binge-read things. But enough about me, let's move on.

Haha, just kidding! I'm going to keep on talking about myself, given that Wattpad introductions are always the right place to go on a tirade about the main character (even though I'm probably like, 'Tree #3') and over-share!

I am quite literally, a personified crack!fic at times. I seem relatively normal, maybe. I talk like Dan Howell without the accent. But when I start writing/talking, I have very strange, disjointed thoughts. I'd keep that in mind to prepare you for what's to come...

A/N- This has been barely edited and was written very awkwardly by me while also writing a science paper and half-heartedly RPing. So, I'm just going to post it just to get the book out there. If it's not too much trouble, some feedback would be nice...maybe? No? Okay. Feel free to yell at me for not updating my other book (which I have literally procrastinated on for almost a year). Oh yeah, also you should leave suggestions on what I should do...literally anything. Here are some ideas for the ones who hate mental exercise as much as physical exercise.

Questions (about me or just about how I can therapist you into a slightly cooler mess than the hot mess you are now)

Prompts: order a one-shot about your OTP like a low-quality soda at a fast-food joint, or just give me a quote to work with. I'll try to write you something that doesn't make you want to jump into the gopher nightclub under your porch

Just check the summary, there's stuff there!

See you later fellow nerd-children & sentient root vegetables (that's potatoes in case the mental exercise-haters make a return)! 

Lena...away! *jogs slowly away in preparation for upcoming rowing season while crying into a plastic bag of Earl Grey tea*.