Monday, June 22, 2009

Sims 3
I decided to take pictures of the Sims I made of us, guys.

Me

Tori

Charlie

Cota

Brad

Cota + Bridgette =


I hope you like them. If I had pictures of everyone then I would have been able to do a much better job. :D
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Sunday, May 10, 2009

Repo Meme (just in case it picks back up...)
[center][font=georgia][size=5][color=red][b]Kale Anthony Masen.[/b][/color][/size][/font]
[font=georgia][size=4][color=990011][b], things are shaping up to be pretty odd [i]![/i][/b][/color][/size][/font]

[size=0][img]http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u254/NightmareLullaby13/Albert.jpg[/img]
[color=white]"I feel like a fool
So I'm going to stop troubling you
Buried in my yard
A letter to send to you
And if I forget
Or God Forbid
Die too soon
Hope that you'll hear me
Know that I wrote to you
"[/size][/color][/center]

[center][font=georgia][size=4][color=990011][b], little deaths in musical beds [color=red][i]![/i][/color][/b][/color][/size][/font][/center][size=0]

[blockquote][color=777777][b]your name:[/b][/color] Bridgette
[color=777777][b]age:[/b][/color] 17
[color=777777][b]role play experience:[/b][/color] About 3 years
[color=777777][b]gender:[/b][/color] Female
[color=777777][b]contact information:[/b][/color] Pming.
[color=777777][b]how'd you hear of us?:[/b][/color] Tori
[color=777777][b]codeword:[/b][/color] Fair Verona
[color=777777][b]other characters:[/b][/color] Nope...
.[/blockquote][/size]

[center][font=georgia][size=4][color=990011][b], so it seems i'm someone i never met [color=red][i]![/i][/color][/b][/color][/size][/font][/center][size=0]

[blockquote][color=777777][b]name:[/b][/color] Kaleb 'Kale' Anthony Masen
[color=777777][b]age:[/b][/color] 17
[color=777777][b]canon or original:[/b][/color] Original
[color=777777][b]gender:[/b][/color] Male
[color=777777][b]job/occupation:[/b][/color] Working at a drug store for legal and illegal drugs.
[color=777777][b]custom title:[/b][/color] Nerves on Fire
[color=777777][b]member group:[/b][/color] Renegade.
[color=777777][b]hair:[/b][/color] Brown, about eye level, and pushed to the side or back.
[color=777777][b]eyes:[/b][/color] Green.
[color=777777][b]weight:[/b][/color] 143
[color=777777][b]height:[/b][/color] 5'9''
[color=777777][b]distinguishable features:[/b][/color] None really.
[color=777777][b]PB:[/b][/color] Albert E.[/blockquote][/size]

[center][font=georgia][size=4][color=990011][b], you will only hear these elegant crimes [color=red][i]![/i][/color][/b][/color][/size][/font][/center][size=0]

[blockquote][color=777777][b]likes:[/b][/color] Helping out a customer (his job is his life), seeing Alexis come in the shop, eating his dinner alone on the roof, reading, and talking to strangers.
[color=777777][b]dislikes:[/b][/color] Large crowds of people, making someone upset, peanut butter, and cleaning the shop.
[color=777777][b]strengths:[/b][/color] He listens to people, and helps them. He is very smart, almost a human dictionary,and he never gives up when he knows he has to do something.
[color=777777][b]weaknesses:[/b][/color] He lets people walk all over him, he trusts people too easily, he always thinks it's his fault when something goes wrong, and he never tells people no.
[color=777777][b]goals:[/b][/color] He wants to be able to make someone proud of him, he wants to do something good and be recognized for it. It does his little heart good to know he's helped someone.
[color=777777][b]fears:[/b][/color] He's afraid of jumping into something he can't handle or control. Not in a bad way, he just doesn't want to be hurt or hurt someone else. He also is very chlaustrophobic, though his worst fear, by far, is needing a new organ.
[color=777777][b]secrets:[/b][/color] He has feelings for Alexis. They aren't strong, but they are growing.
[color=777777][b]overall persona:[/b][/color] Kaleb is an all around nice guy. He never gets in anyones face or tells them wrong. He won't make someone upset or hurt them. He does, in times of need, show a side of him that even a Repo man would hesitate at. He wants to grow up the way his family wanted him to. His mother was his life, then when she died, he knew he would have to do anything to live up to her ideals. [/blockquote][/size]

[center][font=georgia][size=4][color=990011][b], fall on your ears from criminal dimes [color=red][i]![/i][/color][/b][/color][/size][/font][/center][size=0]

[blockquote][color=777777][b]mother:[/b][/color] Maria Ofellia (Wood) Masen, 43 when she died, a hair dresser and wig maker.
[color=777777][b]father:[/b][/color] Charles Patrick Masen, 44 when he died, and he was a garbage man.
[color=777777][b]siblings:[/b][/color] Renee Jaymes Masen, 6 when she died, and no occupation.
[color=777777][b]other family:[/b][/color] None
[color=777777][b]children:[/b][/color] None.
[color=777777][b]birthplace:[/b][/color] The city the Roleplay takes place in.
[color=777777][b]date of birth:[/b][/color] May 4th
[color=777777][b]overall history:[/b][/color]Kaleb had a normal life growing up, his family was in the lower middle class but they supported themselves. He was the second child his parents had tried to concieve, the first successful one. His mother and father spoiled him with whatever they could and raised him like any other child. Six years later, Maria gave birth to Kale's sister, Renee. Their family was complete. They had the son they wanted and the daughter they dreamed of.

Kaleb loved his life and everything about it. He was raised to do so, and has ever since. Everything was pefect for the 9 year old boy, until his dad caught a cough. They thought it was a normal cold, that it would work itself out of his system, as it did. Life went on. Several months later, the cough returned, only this time much worse. His wife thought maybe pneumonia, or bronchitis, the doctors knew differently. Lung Cancer. Though the man had never smoked a day in his life, his parents had when he was younger. So, knowing he wouldn't survive without a transplant, GeneCo signed him up for a new set of lungs.

All was well until Renee needed a new liver, and Maria needed new kidneys. With three family members paying off new organs the money supply dropped rapidly. Soon there was nothing left.

Kaleb was now alone, his father's old friend Greg Stone the only person he really knew. Soon he was 17, working at a drug store to pay for his self. He understands what happened to his parents and sister, he knows that he can't let it happen to him, even though organ failure is an unpredictable occurance. He wants to live his life as long as he can, as best as he can. [/blockquote][/size]

[center][font=georgia][size=4][color=990011][b], they spill unfound from a pretty mouth [color=red][i]![/i][/color][/b][/color][/size][/font]
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[font=georgia][size=2][color=red][b]Kaleb Anthony Masen .[/b][/color][/size][/font]
[font=georgia][size=4][color=990011][b], Renegade [i]![/i][/b][/color][/size]
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Friday, April 24, 2009

let me sing you to s l e e p
I've noticed that my personality changes here. In some posts I'm kinda (not) poetic, and in others I'm an insane 5 year old. How I make these transitions and am still able to go about society unnoticed I have no clue.

I guess it's a sign of me changing? For the better? Worse? [/shrug]

The same thing is happening, school (never ending), Dad (never happy), life (never enough). So basically my life hasn't changed but I have. Joy. Always something to look forwad to.

My gerbil Vernan died the other day. I wasn't really upset because I hadn't known him long but if Bug were to die I'd be upset. But she is well, very large, but well. Corneelious (I made up the how to spell it) is good too, lonely, but good.

I want it to be summer. I want to be hot. I want to be, (this is gonna sound weird, I just know it) I want to be sweaty. I want, for some reason, to move to Arizona. I want to see mountains. I'm tired of the cold. (though Canada is ok :D?)

I need a new phone, George is old and falling apart.

Look at that novel. It's not even a good one. People won't read it, there will be no prize for me.
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