I'm a fangirl - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Along with that, THIS IS NOT A SPOILER-FREE BLOG. I spend my life burying my nose in books, dance like a hooligan when no one's watching, and laugh at extremely inappropriate things, especially at inappropriate times. The tentative title of my future bestselling novel is "The Hierarchy of Sin: How to Guarantee an (After)Life in Hell in Five Easy Steps" and/or "Wednesdays Don't Always Suck, Yo (But Sometimes Thursdays Do)". The smell of fresh-cut grass and gasoline is like my kryptonite. If you're a guy who can play an instrument, I'll be on you like white on rice. If you're a musician who can carry intelligent conversation, I may just have to marry you. I wear my heart on my sleeve, I'm incredibly passionate about the things I believe in, and I refuse to cry in public. I can't draw to save my life, and if it were socially acceptable, I'd never wear shoes. They're like a jail cell for your feet. Socks are even worse. If I could live off the many variations of pasta, I fucking would.