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1992-02-19
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Female
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Wherever the winds take me; at the moment... Florida. Blast from the past, and hello homeplace I never thought I'd live in again.
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2005-09-27
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Student, striving writer/artist, human fighting to survive, many things... but in the end, just a person with a different view on life soaring for the sky. Wings weren't made for walking...
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Lately I've taken a liking to simply being called either Tigra or Kyra.... but some of y'all know my real name. If ya must know, PM me.
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...I dunno...I've gotten better at keepin' my temper? I'm Secretary of the Poetry Club? I've written stories that make my teachers' and friends eyes bug? Is this a trick question...?
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...I'm a fan now. Been so for a long time. ^_^ That's all that matters!
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Fruits Basket, DNAngel, Naruto, Full Metal Alchemist, Shaman King, Inuyasha, Teen TItans (is that anime...?), One Piece, Bleach, Gundam Seed, Gundam Seed Destiny, Fushigi Yugi Genbu Kaiden, Vampire Knight (big favorite ^_^)...
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To become a professional author and artist, to win at an art competition!!!!! To see the snow in real life again and build a monster snowman!!!!!!!! Oh, and see Adam again someday... Y'all don't know who I'm talking about ^_^U
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Writing, drawing, playing catch with my friends, buggin' my friends, playin' video games, jogging/running, singing (A LOT lately)...
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drawing, writing, gettin' on Tish's nerves, procrastinating, gettin' on Tish's nerves... and apparently I'm good at advice. That's a nice one ^_^
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Wednesday, September 27, 2006
I wish I hadn't slept so much...
I guess I didn't realize I was so tired when I got home today. I felt like every other day, only I felt I'd pass out from hunger 0_0. I couldn't force down breakfast this morning (again) and lunch was too small -_-U *sigh* Thank goodness none of the faculty at school noticed or asked; they'd assume I'm growing into an eating disorder. Which I guess is good that they look out for that, but in this case, I'm simply growing some sort of disorder in the morning.
At my school, there are special classes for the handicapped students. They get a different bus from all of us, they come to school the moment the coast is clear of students, and each of them has a teacher assigned to them.
Since the computers are fried at my school, my English teacher needed something from another English teacher. She seemed slightly self-concious when she asked me to go get the stuff on Monday, and when I'd left the portables section and reached the main hall I saw why. I was kinda surprised; I'd seen one or two of the students suffering Down symdrome (I think; I know the name, I'm just kinda out of it) exiting the special elevators and all, but had never seen them arrive. She didn't want to send any of my classmates cuz she didn't want them to see that. I've become her errand-person ever since.
As my lunch period finished and I was heading to fourth period, I saw why there was so much secrecy. They have to always keep them away from other students to avoid the cruelty and the crowds. Maybe some of them don't realize what's going on when the students whisper those remarks to them, but it's still messed up. It breaks my heart.
But overall, today was a good day full of surprises. I went to sleep around three thirty and woke up around a quarter to eight. I really hope I can sleep tonight; it turns out my li'l bro had some friends over, and one said to say hi to me. My bro said he was Asian, but he doesn't remember his name. He goes to my high school and lives in my neighborhood, so I think he's Joe, a guy that rides my bus. We go to the same stop, and he's kinda stiff, so I talk to him in the mornings and on the last stops home. We're the VERY LAST STOP, lol, so it's only about four or five of us that get off there. And I walk the farthest of any1 there, lol.
ja ne!
PS=Long post, desu ne?
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