Writing. A lot of it.

First things first. Rutvi, here, reblogged this thing called describe me like an author would and I did it for her. I quite liked it, so I'm sharing it.If you've seen Rutvi or you are Rutvi (hi!), tell me what you think.
"She was constantly happy, you could see she found little things made her happy. Her thick night black hair was firmly secured backwards and her bouncy nature dared it to fall. Her glasses perched on her nose brightened her sparkling brown eyes, deeply set in her tan skin. Her deep voice contained so much emotion, it wasn't possible for it to express more. Her fingers had pen stains, like a  writer who has been driven to the brink of madness and can’t stop writing. Her laugh bounced across walls as it hit the ear of everyone and made them smile and laugh."
I have also gone on a His Dark Materials spree.
No other book has explored such metaphysical topics so accurately, so succinctly and so...simply. Who would've thought that it could happen in a children's book? It is a beautiful book. Please read it.
Next, a poem

It looks impossible,
Too hard to break through.
Can't walk through it
Can't get through

But there is something worth saving
Worth saving on the other side
So don't you think, however hard it is
It's worth a try

Slice through, you will pass
Get through to a new world
With things you've never seen
And new ideas unfurled

With their creations, and their life
Somehow you fit in
You are different, you are "weird"

But now, you are them

At the back of your mind rests
There may be danger

What you need to do

Look through a mirror

And you shall see through

But won't you fight through

Dear, dear Mary

Atal is here for you.

Oh, the Amber Spyglass, why do you do this to me? Anyway guys, hope you liked it. I'm going on vacation now, so I shall see you early April, as a what? As a Sophomore!
What do you call a nosy pepper?

Jalapeno business! 

See you whenever