My name is Jennifer. Some people call me Jen-Jen. My dad calls me Wendy and once he even called me George. My face gives away my emotions. And my heart gives away love. I love putting pen to paper or fingers to keyboard and expressing my imagination. I love to read and find it very offending when people give me the “Fahrenheit 451” attitude. I am very bad at math. Dancing in the rain is one of my favorite past-times. And I’m not afraid of flying or terrorists. I think toilet paper and bread are the two greatest inventions of all time. And I applaud the fellow that decided to cook and eat the oblong object that comes out of a chicken’s backside. I sing in the shower and think it’s cute when a guy is afraid of spiders. Jumping on a couch brings me painful memories and the thought of skiing depresses me. I enjoy acting even though I tripped over my lines and a wire running across the stage in my last performance. And I am totally fascinated with the Mouth of Sauron. My hair doesn’t cooperate with me and Kreacher makes me smile. I’m rather glad that I didn’t inherit my dad’s big ears and I got mad skillz when it comes to rabbit impersonations. I am terrified of creepy-crawly things but not to the point of any screaming. And I think the world would be a better place with superheroes in it. I believe that we are all living our own novel and that we should all try our best to make life a bestseller.