Wednesday, May 4, 2005

   Fishies.

You are an
assassin.
That means you are a proffessional and do your
job without mixing any emotions in it. In your
life you have probably been hurt many times and
have gotten some mental scars. This results in
you being distant from people. Though many
think that you are evil, you are not. What you
really are is a person, trying to forget your
pain and past. You are the person who never
seems to care and that is why being an assassin
fits you good. Atleast, that's what people
think. Even if you don't care that much for
your victims, you still have the ability to
care and to generally feel. It is not lost,
just a little forgotten. In crowds you tend to
not get to noticed, and dress in black or other
discrete colours. You don't being in the
spotlight and wish people would just leave you
alone. But once you do get close to someone you
have a hard time letting go and get real down
if you loose him/her.

Main weapon: Sniper
Quote: "The walls we build around
us to keep out the sadness also keep out the
joy" -Jim Rohn
Facial expression: Narrowed eyes

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I am an assassin.

That is:

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Heck, yes.

o_o Anyway, I went to Houston's Downtown Aquarium today. Because of the school. See, kids, being a nerd IS cool? *Drinks kool-aid* Yep. Anyway, I got to see cool fishies. And a tiger!!!1!! I mean, don't ask me why a tiger was in an aquarium, but it was. It wasn't in the water or anything...But...Still...O.o; It's awkward. Heh...Tiger...In aquarium...*chuckle* Yeah, and there was this children's ride...You know, the kind where you put in, like, a quarter, andit starts to move back and forth for about a minute? ...Well, I got on one...Once I put the quarter in, it went crazy. Lmao, that whale was like a bull. My friend was laughing on the floor, litterally. Some other kid took a picture. I'm going to beat him with a metal pipe until he gives me one.

Metal pipe? As a weapon? Like Harry Mason? Or Henry Townshend? As in, Silent Hill? That reminds me, my friend is going crazy-obsessed over it. Well, two friends. Well, one isn't really that obsessed. The other keeps reading parodies of it. But they're funny as hell. I hope I get to stay the night at her house Friday or Saturday...We'll play Silent Hill Four: The Room all night long. Oh, yeeeaaah. Heh heh..."Oh, yeeeaaah." Like the Kool-Aid man.

"You've been Punk'd. --Walter"

I love those parodies.

At the aquarium gift shop, there were these things called AquaPets. I pressed a button, and after five seconds, it would wiggle. Me and my friends had a field day with those. We kept freaking over them.
Then Blake bought some bouncy balls(Heh, bouncy balls..*giggle*) for some chick, and didn't want to accept the change. He's like...so frikkin' noble-heroic sometimes. It's cool though. I admire it. They began arguing, though.

"Just take it!"
"C'mon, it's your money!"
"NO, JUST KEEP IT!!!1!!"
"BUT IT'S YOUR MONEY!! I WON'T ACCEPT IT!!!"
"Lolz, wtf."

Then, later...

"She's gonna get this money whether she knows it or not...I'll sneak it or something..."

He went crazy.

My back hurts. Badly. I need a back massage. ;-; *leaves with white tigers*

Bye, my hunnies.