Post by lonelylove :D on Dec 15, 2006 16:19:16 GMT -5
[name]
My real name is Lisa, but I would prefer if no one would use it on here ^.^
[age and birthday]
I'm 14 years old, and my birthday is October 25. Six days before Halloween!
[my country]
USA!!!! But I like Guatemala too. Don't ask.
[my pet]
I have a pet gerbil, named Snuggles. He is the love of my life ^.^ But he is three years old, which means he might die soon. -pouty-
[my favs]
Animals! All in general. Mostly cats, though.
Music, like pop and RB and rap and oldies but moldies ^.^
Books. I love books. I can't tell you how much. Just maybe a little too much.
The internet. Wow. I might love it even more than books.
Warriors!!!! (No duh!)
Root Beer! Yum!
Chocolate! Yummier!
Chuck Taylors. Wow. I love my Chucks. Mine are a pair of chocolate brown slip-ons. I might get black low-tops, too. Yeah!
[other things you should know about me]
(my crazes)
Every now and then, I have this craze, where I might want something or be crazy about something 'cause I think it's really cool. For example, last week, my craze were user bars. User bars are awesome. I have some in my sig I think. Anyway, this week, my crazes are hippopotamuses and cows. God, I love them! Anyway, whenever I have a craze, it'll say what it is in my siggie.
(writing a story in my head all the time)
I have this thing, since I turned 11, where I have my actions and thoughts written out in my head like in a book. It's kinda hard to explain, so maybe if I give you an example, it might help.
{ex. situation: I'm playing with my brother's cat, Sabre. He his chasing after his feather toy like a wild animal. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, he runs toward me, and scratches my leg.
story thought: Sabre was running around the room like a bullet. I threw him the toy, and he chases after it like a cheetah. After what seemed to be the millionth time, he got the toy, and walked toward me slowly. He stopped in front of me and dropped the toy. When I was about to pick it up, he suddenly charged at my leg and clawed it harshly. I let out a cry of pain and sunk to the floor. Blood was everywhere, and I tried to stop the flow of it while I scolded Sabre sharply.}
So yeah, it's kinda wierd, but I think like that. Like I'm writing a book in my head. It probably comes from reading too many books o-o
[/size]My real name is Lisa, but I would prefer if no one would use it on here ^.^
[age and birthday]
I'm 14 years old, and my birthday is October 25. Six days before Halloween!
[my country]
USA!!!! But I like Guatemala too. Don't ask.
[my pet]
I have a pet gerbil, named Snuggles. He is the love of my life ^.^ But he is three years old, which means he might die soon. -pouty-
[my favs]
Animals! All in general. Mostly cats, though.
Music, like pop and RB and rap and oldies but moldies ^.^
Books. I love books. I can't tell you how much. Just maybe a little too much.
The internet. Wow. I might love it even more than books.
Warriors!!!! (No duh!)
Root Beer! Yum!
Chocolate! Yummier!
Chuck Taylors. Wow. I love my Chucks. Mine are a pair of chocolate brown slip-ons. I might get black low-tops, too. Yeah!
[other things you should know about me]
(my crazes)
Every now and then, I have this craze, where I might want something or be crazy about something 'cause I think it's really cool. For example, last week, my craze were user bars. User bars are awesome. I have some in my sig I think. Anyway, this week, my crazes are hippopotamuses and cows. God, I love them! Anyway, whenever I have a craze, it'll say what it is in my siggie.
(writing a story in my head all the time)
I have this thing, since I turned 11, where I have my actions and thoughts written out in my head like in a book. It's kinda hard to explain, so maybe if I give you an example, it might help.
{ex. situation: I'm playing with my brother's cat, Sabre. He his chasing after his feather toy like a wild animal. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, he runs toward me, and scratches my leg.
story thought: Sabre was running around the room like a bullet. I threw him the toy, and he chases after it like a cheetah. After what seemed to be the millionth time, he got the toy, and walked toward me slowly. He stopped in front of me and dropped the toy. When I was about to pick it up, he suddenly charged at my leg and clawed it harshly. I let out a cry of pain and sunk to the floor. Blood was everywhere, and I tried to stop the flow of it while I scolded Sabre sharply.}
So yeah, it's kinda wierd, but I think like that. Like I'm writing a book in my head. It probably comes from reading too many books o-o
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