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1991-03-18
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Female
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Ha-Ha -you wish
Member Since
2005-12-21
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I like to think I am a writer.
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You may only call me Bloody.
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My achievements include scaring the snot out of goodie-goodie cheerleaders on a daily bases, becomeing trailor trash(behind a bar is my humble abode), and being mostly mysterious to everyone I come in contact with.
Anime Fan Since
About......1st grade.
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Full Metal Alchemist, Eerie Queerie, Inuyasha, Ranma 1/2, Maison Ikkoku, Read or Die(
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To live through my childhood, and not become a mom. (get that special person to start likeing me-Not that I obses over a guy, it's a girl!)
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Writing Reading, plotting the end of the world with contacts all over the world.
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Good with guns, and explosives.
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myOtaku.com: Bloody Beauty
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Saturday, September 16, 2006
Sigh...update on my life.
Sigh, so we are all officialy in the tenth now, and no complications about my not passing two classes. *looks around* I think my science teacher fudged my grade. I checked my transcript it says she gave me a D, and thats what I needed to pass. But before I left for summer, I checked, I had a very low, very depressing F. Conspiracy working in my favor?
Oh well.
Guess what? Rock. Know what else? Garage.
*laughs* SO! How are you all? My invisibal lovers? I miss some of my friends that haven't showed up in the school. LIke John. *sniffle* I trusted him so much. He was closer to me than my boyfriend was. And now he is gone. I am depressed now.
But I still am ducking Tim, who hasn't bothered to call yet. Liar. Maybe if he called like he said, I wouldn't be so cruel while talking about him, but he kind of broke my heart into many pieces. Dylan is kind of fixing it. But I think he needs some heavy duty duct tape.
OH! And the indignity of it all! On the bus, the driver asked me if I was keeping my hands to myself. (I sit with Dylan) I toldher yes, I wasn'ttouching any one. I didn't DO anything. I was reading! And then when I went to get off, she said I had to sit beside her from then on! I didn't DO anything! Bleepin Bleep! Bleep! Bleep Bleep!!! Well, I will go peacefully to the front of the bus, and if in a week, when I ask her if I can sit where I want, she says no...I will go balistic! She can kiss my elbow! If she treats me like this from now on, I don't care if I have to walk from the sophmore campus to the high school, I will not be treated like a ho. She will pay...*eyes glow red, and growls at keyboard*
Oh well. I can be iniocent enough to be the good one in this. But if she treats me like a delinquent, I am going to act like a bleeping delinquent.
Sigh. I miss Dylan. We spent last weekend together, and hopefully we can next weekend. He goes to his dads everyother weekend. Oh! My mother says hello.
Look! I can fly with a moose!
Sorry...Is any one ever going to read this shi-stuff. I am trying to not curse.
IS anyone out there? Hello? Fine, if you must remain aloof. Sigh...
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