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Birthday
1991-10-20
Gender
Female
Location
In the highest clouds of heaven.(god doesn't know I'm kinda evil yet)
Member Since
2005-02-19
Occupation
student .
Real Name
Personal
Achievements
Getting a job.... lol. No, Seriously, getting a job. Well, a volunteer one, but still...
Anime Fan Since
I was young.
Favorite Anime
Inuyasha, Alice 19th, Fushigi Yugi, Samurai Champloo, Wolf's Rain, DNAngel, Tsubasa Fruits Basket, Yu Yu Hakusho, Ceres, Chobits,FMA, Trigun...ugh, please don't make me try to remember how many more.
Goals
Artist, or a doctor(if I can stand the site of blood, last time i checked I can't)...
Hobbies
Drawing,Watching Anime, Hanging out with my friends, Staying up late, listening to Evanescence and the radio, and staying on the internet way too long so that I look like a zombie the next morning.^^
Talents
I draw well, act motherly, and am good at getting hurt. Oh yes, and I'm good at acting stupid and doing stupid things. Hee hee, well at least it makes people laugh.... hopefully...
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Thursday, November 2, 2006
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Hey everyone? How are you all. Good, I hope.
~Crude Little Inside Joke~
Grrr! How dare they! *sigh* I better explain this tho. I was sitting on the bus, and was forced to sit with this nice kid that the people who get on and off at my bus stop pick on all the time. I had my sketch book out and I was making small talk with him (he's a little slow, and stutters alot) and I was drawing. I had the sketch book down around where my chest was, and he was looking down at it as I drew (It's hard to draw on the bus, but I managed). Eventually he smiles at me and says, "How many drawings do you think you have? They look really good." And in the middle of me replying with my thank you and explaining that I use whatever page I find first that's blank, one of the guys that gets off at my bus stop screams, "Kayla! Kayla!"
Me: *turns around slowly telling the boy to hold on* O.o "Yes?"
Him: *everyone back there is staring at me with huge smiles on their faces* Pull up your shirt! He's looking down it!
Everyone busted up laughing, and I swear to god, that set me off. All he was trying to do was look at my scetchbook and watch me as I was drawing, which is something my friends do all the time, but here they were making fun of him, and, indirectly, ME. How dare they even say such a thing when they don't really know what's going on!
I swear to god, the first person who laughed at me that I get ahold of is in big trouble. no one in this neighborhood messes with me when I'm angry. They all know that just cuz I'm not allowed to dress emo/drifter anymore doesn't mean I'm still not emotionally labeled as such. And they were all scared of me then, and they still kinda are. My ex is their good friend, so, if I don't get control of my anger, he's going to get a piece of it too, and he's never seen me anything but calm.
*sigh* That's... about it. I'm going to use this extra time to work on my story. ^^ Since I said friday, and I haven't even started yet (I'm kinda stuck, but I'm formulating a plan).
~Url for Story~
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