Hey. Well im rebabe in all its glory (which isnt vey much -) and im a girl.
Hair color: brown with blond streaks
eye color: brown
skin color: tan
hobbies: i like to read most of the time, watch anime, read manga, work out, hang out with friends, draw sometimes, write songs and poems, and lots of other stuff which i cant really remember. -'
I live in Orange county, California near the beach which explains my tan and i had to work for it to sense half of my family is from New Zealand, so I was pretty pale. I've read to many mangas, seen to many animes, heard to much and to many styles of music to actually tell you my favorites. The only thing i dont like is when i read something and its really dark and stuff where the guy is surrounded by girls. Thats probably the only thing i dont like. I also love YAOI. It ROCKS X). For music I say I go everywhere. If you check my youtube account (homepage) i have so many types of music on there, it would amaze you but the only type of music i cant stand is (Q stage lights, drum role please)... OLD COUNTRY. I love the violin and classics everything but this just gets on my nerves. I love country rock though. I have a brother, half brother, step-brother, 3 step-sisters, 2 dads and 2 moms. And thats just one small part of my family. Hey, what can i say when half of your family is born and country raised?
Religion: im actually a very religious person even if i dont seem like it. I'm Christian and damn proud of it. I have a purity ring (no laughing pout) and im going to do what it stands for.
i wrote this poem a while ago. it just sort of came to my head and can you guess where the first 2 lines come from? if you do you get an extra chocolaty cookie. you can use this also just have a disclaimer please thanks -
If only, if only the woodpecker sang,
If only, if only the wolf howled to the moon,
If only, if only the little girl said
in the darkness of her room;
If onlys are here and if onlys are there,
if onlys make up what man call unfair,
If only we could've heard the pleases in her prayers
in the darkness of her room;
If onlys, if onlys can never be repaird,
neither come true, live nor stop despair
If onlys, if onlys are nothing but a prayer,
itching, hoping to become more but never making trail.
If only we could've been there before her light disappeared,
in the darkness of her room.
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