So I'm tagged again.. xD Eh ah well you can find more about me
1) I hate tennis shoes. No, I love to buy shoes... any shoes but I hate wearing tennis shoes and such. So yes you can see me wearing flip flops in winter. Ask anyone who knows me and goes to my school.
2) I lived in New Jersey when 9/11 happen. My city was close too, that if you went to a spot (not blocked by buildings) you could see the twin towers. Almost all the people in my school knew at least one person who worked there. People that day were scared and almost everyone were taken home from school by their parents. When my dad picked me up at least half of my classmates left.
3) If I read a book (can't be an awful book that I hate) I have to finish it that day. So I can't start reading at night. The good thing is I'm a fast reader.
4) I tried to skip school once by telling my dad that I didn't want to go to school that day. For some reason that didn't work.
5) I can't remember names or phone numbers until after a long time. I can't even remember characters in books. So you can imagine Lord of the rings (which I finally read because my brother forced me to watch the movie and I took an intrest in) killed me. So many names for people and they all sound so close a like D:
6) I am very very very afraid of grasshoppers and goats. If I had a choice to hold a grasshopper or spider; I'd pick spiders. Spiders are awesome anyways... they eat bugs.. bugs are icky.
Edit: Oh yeah... tagging people. Eh I don't want to bother people. I tag myself 6 and then I won't reply to any of them *cackles* I know I know... *hides against the rules* But I don't want to bother people. I mean oO; I haven't even finish looking at all the art... Did a lot today though.









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"Perhaps everything's just made of words. look at me, for instance. Pinch me. Am I made of paper?"
No, he wasn't. And Meggie had to smile when he kissed her, although she was still shedding tears.
--Inkspell, Cornelia Funke
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I always feel like a bag of garbage in the morning.
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'Angels grow tarnished,
Trapped by their own reflections,
Corruption of light.'
Thanks for the watch! Now I shall watch you!
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I always feel like a bag of garbage in the morning.
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"Bang bang, he shot me down. Bang bang, I hit the ground. Bang bang, that aweful sound. Bang bang, my baby shot me down"
Bang bang--Nancy Sinatra
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