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• High school student, personal manga artist, author, and master thief (mwaha).
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• Write my own mangas that are not fanfics, surviving freshman year, getting my permit, and making my school's top orchestra.
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• o.O Uh...fifth or sixth grade...?
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• (These aren't in any order by the way) Cowboy Bebop, Inu Yasha, Yu Yu Hakusho, Rurouni Kenshin, Dragonball/DBZ, Trigun, Gundum Wing, G Gundum, Case Closed (Detective Connan), Fruits Basket, Kodocha, and that's really all I can think of at this moment...
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• TO FINISH ANY STORY THAT I'VE STARTED!!!!!!!!! And to pass high school and get into college.
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• Drawing, writing, and playing the violin.




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Tuesday, January 18, 2005

POO ON TOAST!!!
- - Sorry peoples. Looks like I forgot my notebook at my mom's again. Hoo-rah. And sorry I didn't get to everyone's sites yesterday either. James and Kioko stopped by and we went to see "Electra". So much better than "Dare Devil". I have decided what I want to do now! As a career. ^ ^ Wanna guess?! A novelist! Yay! Whoo! Like Shi-san from Fruits Basket only not so perverted! Haha! Oh! I have started writing another story if ya want to read that. It's not going to be a manga. Here, I'll post it. It's not that long. But I haven't gotten a title for it yet. Here goes!

A woman strode through her front door, like so many times before. She flipped on the light, revealing her to be in a small apartment, barely big enough for two people. A small couch, a small table and some chairs dotted the room. She sighed as she closed the door behind her and rubbed her tired blue eyes. She set the baf of grocereis she was carrying on a small table, below the light switch, to take off her heavy coat. She brushed the snow from her already whittining hair and picked the groceries back up as she made her way to the small kitchen.
Then, a shot rang through the air. A sudden gasp, and the woman fell, her groceries spilling out of her bag.
If you thought this story was going to be happy with faries, children laughing, and butterflies, you picked up the wrong book. And so, our story unfolds as a shadow atop the building opposite the street, ran.
There was a flash of light as the camera a photographer was holding, took a picture in the same apartment the next day. The camera lowerd, revealing a slim, tall, young man with a firm set, square jaw, green eyes, and touseled golden-brown hair with small, square-rimmed glasses set atop his head. He had white medical gloves, a dark gray sweater, and a black, leather jacket over it with a name tag, revealing his name to be Cody Stephens. Well, Stephens, Cody; CSI if you want to be technical.
Cody replaced his glasses onhis nose and stood up, as he was crouched down, and dusted his jeans off. He looked down at the body of a woman with whittening hair, frozen blue eyes, and a bloody left side of her upper abdomen, with a tear in his own eyes.
"Hey, you ok?" said a concerned voice from behind Cody.
Cody turned quickly to see a shorter man with a snow jacket, identical medical gloves, blonde hair, and cheerful brown eyes. His name tag, again technically, said Donaldson, James; CSI. He was carrying two styrofoam cups with coffee in them.
"I'm...fine," Cody lied as he took the cup the other offered and quickly wiped the tear away, looking back at the body.
"Wanna take a break? This must be hard for you," James said, putting a caring hand on Cody's broad shoulders.
"I better not..."
"Come on. I already asked the captain. Let's go get some breakfast. My treat."
Cody took a sip of his coffee, staring down at his mother's bloody corpse as memories came flooding back. He felt a tug on his shoulder, bringing him back. Cody slowly nodded his head and turned away, following James out the door, putting his camera down on the table below the light switch.

You guys like? Let me know! Ok? Now I must flee. Oh! If you think of a title, let me know too! ^__^ I'll go visit your sites now! And the moral for the day is: Watch what you eat, when you eat it, and how you eat it. (Dunno where this came from) See you space cowboy...
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