Hello Peoples! I love to read and write. Mostly read, even though people tell me I'm an excellent writer (Psh... trying not to hurt my feelings amateurs.), at my school I'm known as the biggest geek because I eat sleep and breath book- by the way, books are very scrumdidalyumpschus (I hope that's how you spell it- that's how it sounds). Anyway, here all that shit about me. Enjoy, potential stalkers, reading about my life.
WARNING: It takes me forever to put a story up and when I do I never update!
I'm not going to post my actual age up on the internet (because that would be retarded) but I will tell you I'm younger than you think. I'm also not going to put in a physical description (I will put a personal one in though.) because if you know me and go on this site and hate me (not many people fit that description- actually none that I know of, oh well.) you could use this as blackmail, not an enjoyable thought for me really.
People that know me best say that I have a split personality (not many know me that well). They say that the two sides of my peronality are total oppisites yet scarily alike (I'm not going to explain- figure it out). They say it's like Angels and Demons. Now, being the freak I am, I took the liberty to name the two sides of my personality as Ange (french, my favorite language, for angel obviously) and Demon (Accent over the 'o' makes it French for Demon.).
Ange is pretty much your typical High School cheerleader. Preppy, flirtacious, very egotistical and narcissistic, obssessed with make-up and clothing and higene; a total girly-girl. The ony thing differing her from all those dumb blonde cheerleaders (sorry to those that are blonde and cheerleaders and actually have something taking up the capacity of your skull) is that she's insanely intelligent. Almost the exact oppisite of Demon.
Demon is dark and very self concious. She's probably the goth version of Ange (minus the blimp-sized head). A total tom-boy yet still a shy flirt.
By now, I'm sure I have freaked you out enough to go on to the easier things and not have to worry about frightening you. But trust me, "I'm not crazy only in love."
From this point on you may stop reading this profile that screams "I must have no life if I spend it sitting here writng pile of shit instead out with my friends". To be honest there are only two reasons why I'm not doing that and those two reasons are: 1 I'm grounded for another month and a half, trust me you DO NOT want to know; and 2 All my friends have left me to rot in this god for saken place, all alone with no one but my oh-so-wonderful family. Hint sarcasm. Okay, you may skip now, unless you're stalking me, and if that's the case, then READ ON! :)
Some of my favorite bands are MCR, Hawthorne Heights, Death Cab for Cutie, Dashboard Confessional, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, and 30 Seconds to Mars. My favorite song is I Don't Love You by: MCR. I also love anything on broadway, it's so dramatic and emotional. Anyway, I'll listen to just about anything as long as it's real music not some country shit or hard rap crap. Yeah, sorry to all the country fans out there and the rap fans, but man your taste sucks. I mean I would rather listen to screaming death metal than that bullshit. But, it's just my opinion.
I love to dance, sing, write, read, play the drums, play guitar/bass, draw, act, anything creative and musically inhanced. I highly dislike immature people and people who never have any idea what they're talking about.
My fav. colors are topaz gold, midnight blue, and onyx black (haha it's all colors not one). I like a lot of dark colors. I hate pink and orange. First of all orange looks terrible on me (same for every other normal person in the world) and pink is just too damn bright and happy. I think I had too much pink when I was little.
Just to let you know, I'm highly feminist, and so are most of my female protagonists. I just really think that women are stronger than men, because of what they have to go through. I mean, men have no right to be so cruel to women. Look at the pain they get compared to what we get. Do they get massively painful menstrual cramps every month along with a very messy period? No. Do they have to carry 20 or more pounds of extra wieght for more than 8 months if there's a slip up in sex? No! Do they have to go through the labor of menopause, with no break, for over 3 or 4 years? NO! Do they ever have to worry about time to raise a child because they know they are going to stop being able to reproduce in their late forties early fifties if not sooner/later? No, No, No, No, No!! Yet who are the ones calling us babies because we cry a lot? MEN! Well, I have news for you, people; If you had the mountains of stress because of all of that, school/work, and personal problems to deal with, you might cry an assload of times, too. And you don't even show respect for strong women, women who don't cry that much (in the public eye) but probably have even more weights on their shoulders than a lot of other women. That's just horrible. I hate sexist men; they drive me off the edge (even though it's a very short trip). Ugh... okay I'm going to stop writing now; I'm done.
The pro pic was made by zemotion on deviant art. I don't know her or anything, I just thought it was ironic this was up on the front page under most popular.
If you have any questions at all for me, just message me and I'll be happy to answer any questions you may have. :)
that's all
Thanx! ;P
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