+ The name's Stefanie.

+ Spell it with a "ph" and I'll go berserk.

+ You can call me Stef, Aurelia, Kitana, or Giovanna.

+ Fencer of four weapons: foil, epee, saber and single stick.

+ Hanson junkie to the extreme. Don't like? Tough shit.

+ Guitarist of five years, although I have been lax on this.

+ Writer of short stories with the hopes of becoming editor of a newspaper someday.

+ I draw a little too. People tell me I'm good, but that's not for me to decide.

+ I mountain bike. My Giant Boulder is nicknamed "Twitchy Lady".

+ You really have to know me to get me. Otherwise, you may take what I say completely wrong.

+ I can be bitter, angry, cynical and a complete bitch.

+ I am perfectly fine with that.

+ I have a morbid fascination with pain and horror.

+ I'm somewhat obsessive compulsive when it comes to certain things.

+ I have a foul mouth that can't be controlled when I'm angry.

+ I'm super shy and quiet in large crowds of people. This is sometimes mistaken for being stuck-up.

+ I can't help that sometimes. If you're talking to me, and I don't say alot, it just means that I don't know what to say.

+ Closed-minded people piss me off.

+ I love typewriters, photography, watercolor paintings, collages, making mix tapes, biking and exploring NEPA, going on random adventures, pop art, power pop music, singing in the shower, using coffee for a food substitute, Photoshop, and the way my eye color changes with my mood.

+ I hate unclosed doors, curfews, crowds of people, 12 pt. Times New Roman font, misspellings and gramatical mistakes, one-track minds, stale food, closed-minds, missing fencing class for any reason, drugs, alcohol, .gif compressions that leave nasty pixilation, and stupidity.