I guess I'm one of those people who think they're simple when really they're complex, or are really complex when they like to think of themselves as simple. Not simple-minded, but stream-lined, like a ghost of a breeze, the smell of salt in the air. In any case, I'm trying to say that I'm really not very good at talking about myself. I don't have enough to say, but on the other hand I just may have too much to say, and I don't want to seem rude or vain. I'm an eighth grader and a lover of knowledge, but a hater of school. I love irony and satire and all of that. I may or may not be a writer; I'll leave that up to you to decide. Anyway, I love words and I love language, and that's why I'm here, I guess.