I don't like the cold, no I don't. x_X I'm freezing my tail off over here. (I don't like the warm weather, either. So I'm screwed over royally. Stupid nature.) I honestly both SHOULD be in bed and WANT to be in bed, but I'm waiting for a CD to burn. T_T So I have to sit here and freeze. -shivers-

It really is. I wish I had some right now. I would wear it all the time and when people give me weird looks for it, I'll know they're just jealous. They'll all be wishing THEY were glittery and glamerous. Speaking of glamour, I want to change my image. Have for a while, seeing how the lack of money and shopping trips in my family has made all my clothes either from years a go or handed down. And some of it is green. I hate green. T_T So! Have school on Monday, which is a pain. But maybe school will give me something worth writing about. =/ ------------------------- And, becuase I'm bored.. Name : Kytsune/Kamara Screen Name : CRiMSONEYED Location : Georgia Birthdate : March 18th School : ANS Height : Not sure. Eye Color : Dark Brown. With a little crimson if you look hard enough. Hair Color : Blackish-brown In Your Free Time : I waste my free time. FAVORITES Favorite Book : Dude. What's a book? Favorite Gum : THat square gum. Favorite Candy : Some candy with a fancy french name I can't spell. But it's good. Favorite Car : Thunderbird. Yum. Favorite TV Show : Family Guy Favorite Clothing to Wear to School : We have uniforms at my school. >=( Favorite Color : Black Favorite Computer Font : Got Heroin? Favorite Conversation Topic : Anything I can have a good laugh about later. Favorite Flavor of Ice Cream : Cookie Dough Favorite Food: Cheeze Pizza Favorite Guy's Name : Tai Favorite Girl's Name : Roxy Favorite Holiday : My Birthday Favorite Inside Joke : SPACE PANTS! Favorite Magazine : Not sure. Favorite Movie : Anything Funny. Favorite Music Group : Marilyn Manson Favorite Piece of Clothing : Anything that glitters. =) Favorite Piece of Jewelry : Chokers. Favorite Place to Eat : Waffle House. xD Cheap, but classic and good. Favorite Quote #1: I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me. Favorite Quote #2: It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not. Favorite Quote #3: The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs. There's also a negative side. Favorite Season: Summer Favorite Sampoo/Conditioner: Whatever Favorite Soda: Pitch Black Mountain Dew Favorite Sport: Swimming Favorite Store : The internet. =p Favorite Summer Activity: Not having usless knowledge crammed in my head like oxygen. Favorite Toothpaste : None. It all tastes nasty. x_X Favorite Winter Activity: Trying not to freeze. Favorite Word : Either Mannequin or Diseased Favorite Vacation Spot: Florida. So much swimming! 8D Absolute Best Quality in a Friend : Someone who isn't stupid, but is willing to pretend. Biggest Fear #1: Poverty Biggest Fear #2: Being Trapped in Anything Funniest or Most Desperate Thing You've Done to Get the Attention of Someone of the Opposite Sex: Nothing. They have to get MY attention. Silliest Thing You've Said : A lot of things. Scariest Thing That's Ever Happened While With Friends: Not sure. My memory is horrid. Weirdest Food You Like : Tuna mixed with with lime juice. It's heavenly. LASTS Last Book You Read: Anne of Green Gables. For school. Last Book You Read By Choice : Warriors: Into the Wild Last Food You Ate : Macaroni and Cheese Last Movie You Saw : The Parent Trap Last Phone Number You Called : My own house Last Show You Watched on TV : Will & Grace Last Time You Showered : Yesterday Last Words You Heard : "That's all you're going to eat? Are you sure?" Last Words You Said : "Yep." THINGS Things You Like in the Opposite Sex : Intelligent but silly with long or medium hair, bright, bold eyes, and willing to accept me for who I am. And a lot more. ^.- I'm picky. Things You Hate in the Opposite Sex : Bad smell, stupidity, humourlessness, clingyness, timidness, and a lack of imagination. Thing You Want to Be Doing Right Now : Shopping. Thing You Get Picked On Most About : How quiet I am. Thing You Most Regret : I regret nothing. Thing You Are Most Likely To Say : Can't narrow it down. Thing You Want to Be Remembered For: Who I am One Thing You Wish You Could Tell the Whole World: Everyone sucks but me! One Thing You Hope You Do Before You Die: Have everyone know who I am. Most Romantic Thing Someone Has Ever Done For You: Not really sure. My love life has been dead lately.. OTHERS Do You Have a Boyfriend or a Girlfriend? : Nope and nope. Color Your Bedroom : Black and white. Color Socks You're Wearing : None. ^^;; Here's the Scenario --> You Curled Up With Someone Watching a Movie. Who is That Person?: A fluffy, fluffy kitty. If a Movie Was Made About Your Life, What Would It Be Named: "Boring Movie Nobody Will Watch." Link to Your Favorite Website : neopets.com (Yes, yes. I'm immature. Deal with it.) Number of Pairs of Shoes You Own : I don't want to count. =) One Place You Want to Go Before You Die : Paris Person You Admire the Most : Myself Person You Got This From : Triscut857, I think. Size of Your Bed : Don't have a bed. =3 Time and Date : 6:18PM - 11/26/05 What Did You Do or What Are Your Plans for Today? : Woke up, ate breakfast, lounged about the house, and will continue to do so. What Do You Wanna Be When You Grow Up? : A rockstar. ¢¾ Where is the Computer? : In the guestroom. What Kind of Chewing Gum are You Most Likely to be Chewing When You're in Somewhere?: Whatever I got.

And you know you're whiny and complain too much when your rants have sequals. So. My friend is going to come sleep over. She and I are very close, and since she's moving to DC soon, we absolutely have to meet up as much as possible before she leaves. Sleeping over involces a totebag, of course. She has to bring something. Now, this is where my mom comes in. I have this table in my room. It's covered in art, batteries, CDs, omic Books, Players Guides, candy wrappers, and other such things. It's the way my table is. Without all that, it wouldn't be THE table. It would be a boring, *uncool* table. My mom wants her to keep the totebag on the table. It's fine with me; it can fit very easily. But noo. That would be too easy. She wants to move everything so the table can be a shrine for the magical, holy bag. She wants to.. - Put my art in shoeboxes. (It'll smell like feet! T_T) - Throw away my posters. (Are we gonna hang the bag on the wall now?) - Throw away my art that DOESN'T fit in the shoeboxes. (Becuase when you spend hours and hours drawing, it must mean you care NOTHING about art..) - Put my shoes in the closet. (They'll come out again anyways. They aren't for decoration, you know.) Etc. She thinks she can boss me around, but no. It's my room, not hers. And maybe if I don't want paper that smells like the bottom of a foot and bare, ugly white walls, it's none of her goddammned business.

You know what svcks about parents? They will always thing EVERYTHING is your fault. "Oh no. The TV station got changed. Let's blame Kamara." "Wooow. The battery in my radio is dead. Let's blame Kamara." "There was just an earthquake in Egypt. Let's blame Kamara." When someobody has known you for your whole life, they should be able to figure out somewhere during that time frame that you are NOT the creator of all evil and slightly inconvenient things in the world. And when the evil or slightly inconvenient thing is a battery on the dresser in their room that you NEVER EVER EVER go into, then you should be able to figure out.."Hey, maybe Kamara DIDN'T put it here! And it isn't a big deal anyways! Let's dance on the rainbow!" In other words..there is no reason to: - Start World War III - Yell so loud the neighbors can hear - Go on for a million years about how your battery-storing habits are not very nice - Act like batteries are sacred Or so on. They'll be sorry when I'm gone... "Gee whiz. There's no scapegoat anymore. I guess we'll have to be reasionable and face the slightly not perfect things in the world like everyone else." ..and my dad got angry at me for listening to music before church, rather than sitting there doing NOTHING AT ALL being bored while waiting there to sit there being bored for more hours, then sitting there in the car being bored and doing nothing as we drive home and he decides to stop and take an hour in an office printing things he could get at home. I wish I was eighteen. I would be SO out of here.

I've just now noticed that I only write here when I'm angry, depressed, or bitchy. Wonder if that happens to anyone else. Either way, every time I plan on writing here, I calm down by the time I'm at a computer. That's the reasion for the spread out, infrequent entries. But it's not like anyone actually reads my shit. x) Meh. Like the title says; typing for the fun of it. There's no point to this entry at all. And if you read it..I just stole a minute of your life. Maybe I'll add a real entry later. Maybe.

..I haven't written in forever. *_* First things first...revamping the diary. The is an awful, 00gleh layout. What was I thinking? =o Real entry to come..when stuff happens.

I have a party to go to in a few hours..the birthday of an old childhood buddy that I haven't seen in six months. So..that's a good thing. She and I had a really good roleplay last night, too. We're going to continue it later. I wore/am wearing my favorite outfit, just to make a good new first impression..black top with purple sparkles, black jeans, and my pointed-toe boots. ^o^ And I have a cute white and green outfit packed for the morrow. Conserning the boots, I had to go through hell just to get to wear them. Becuase my mother says that wearing boots isn't "normal." She was about to, actually..she cut herself off after norm-. I guess she realised how much of a load of crap that was. Now, what's this normal anyways? What is so special about being a clone of everyone else? Some people want to be theirselves, and if it makes 'em not fit in the little box socity has made..wewt for them! I guess I should explain the title now? I went to McDonalds yesterday. McDonalds rocks..but I couldn't get a cheeseburger becuase it would "take too long" to get one they way I like it. I suggesting getting a happy meal, since their burgers are plain, and adding cheese at home, earning me a nice death glare from my dad, who got me everything but the Happy Meal. Maybe I should just not talk. >_0 I ended up getting fries and McNuggets. With ketchup and sweet and sour sauce. As soon as we were home, I decided to try the sause..and the s&ss tasted a bit odd..like there was iron in it. I didn't taste it again for a while, and it still had a sour, iron taste. Next, the ketchup..it was kinda fluid-ish, and blood red. When I ate it..it tasted just like blood. McDonalds is run by vampires. And we all know it. I'm redesigning my characters still, but this time it's a total revamp from the drawing board, for T'ylr and Wafaye. The former becuase I never developed him enough, and the consept of a anthopomorphic vampire bali tiger is..farfetched. The latter becuase I like to draw my characters, and I couldn't draw an avian to save my life. Never have been able to..beaks bug me. ._. Crimsoneyed out! Ps: This song rawks my sawks in the bawks. Pps: I'm changing my diary layout. I like this one, but..I'm a bit tired of it. Ppps: And I'm going to get to rewriting my bio. It took me long enough. Pppps: Done!

Turns out nothing happened today. *pokes new comment pic* I made that when I was playing around with PSP9 (I just got it!) I made a guild called Maniacally Yours ( ..::Maniacally+Yours::.. to be official.) just to make layouts and logos and st00f. And I loved this one, so..I'll keep it. *nodnod* As you can see, I'm still in my pink phase.

tooo..save the digital WORLD! *killed in the face* ..I have that song stuck in my head. It's not my fault. No school today. Well, technacally there was school, but it was field day, which I don't consider school. Running around in circles on a field for eight hours isn't school. You can act like an idiot at home. So..I didn't go. So while everyone else is exersizing, I can sit on my ass and drink soda while watching anime! Woohoo! I've gotten into Mahou Shoujo Lyrical Nanoha. It's realy good..but the place I get my episodes from has a lot of pressure on the server, so I'll just wait untill later to get another episode. I'll write more when something happens. Ciao! ^_^

Another mood that I know the meaning of and you don't. HAH! Today was fine. Not too horrible, but nothing to be too happy about. In school, we had chapel today. Whoopee. Don't get me wrong, I have no real qams against it, it's just that..once we arrive at school, we pray. Than we pray again, and have worship class. We hae more classes, than pray, and go to lunch. We come back, pray AGAIN, and than go to another class. After that class, we pray (big suprise!) than have Bible class. Finally, before we go home, we pray. That's enough God! And once a week, we add one more religon class! And. I'm. Tired. Of. Jesus. He's EVERYWHERE! The universe doesn't revolve around him.. Oh wait. They think it does. Sillee Crim. So, anyways, after Chapel, we ran laps for ten minutes. Bah. I'd like to see the teacher run for that long, the fatass. (..nothing wrong with being overweight. Not saying there is. hell, I'm chubbeh!) Next recess, when I rested. More classes..to lunch. I ate alone again. More classes, more classes..day ended. ..ya'll still awake? ..thought so. *wakes the reader up* I'm working on sheets with my characters on them, each with only one, showing them from the front and back, as well as with and without clothes (..they're Sonic style furries. So I'm not a sicko. There's nothing there. >_>) with different emotions, and and from different persepectives. I got the idea yesterday when I was messing around with my ideas, trying to make Mannequin not look like the easter enchidna. It kinda worked. ._. Anyhoo, today..I did Harlequin. And I think I made a lot of progress today from it, in a whole lot of ways.. I practiced around with fur effects (since Harlequin's so fl00fy) and really got my paws around how to change how her fur falls to add even more expression to her. When she's sad, it droops like it's wet. When she's angry, it stands on end. When she's just stands there, it..just stands there. ^^;; And I was able to give the Harlster a more realistic, rounded out look. Realistic, becuase..her last shirt design was spiffified, but when I drew her in different angles, I realised how horribly unrealistic it was, and redesigned it so it's humanly (furrily?) possible. Basically, the top part wraps around now, and the bottom shows her back. The sleeves aren't attached anymore, and the ring is held on by the top. And..her whole design is more thought out now. Rounded-out becuase before, when I drew her, she'd always look either uber-cute and too young, or horribly ugly. I've settled with a design that's cyoot without being obnoxious. And figured out how to make it work. :3 [/the most pointless, boring entry EVAR] DisorderRatingParanoid Disorder:HighSchizoid Disorder:HighSchizotypal Disorder:Very HighAntisocial Disorder:ModerateBorderline Disorder:LowHistrionic Disorder:LowNarcissistic Disorder:ModerateAvoidant Disorder:HighDependent Disorder:LowObsessive-Compulsive Disorder:Moderate-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! ---- Personality Disorders --

Hah. Yes, I'm still in my little Linkin Park phase. Today went by farly quickly. There wasn't much work, and that's always a good thing. It gave me a chance to catch up on my art, and that got me drawing various things..and one of the consepts I plan to make into a full fledged character. An anthropomorphic chimaera. (This is the reason I shouldn't think. I get crazy ideas like..this.) Of course..now I have to get back on reseaching them, since I don't know very much about chimaeras..never was able to find much information on 'em. *shrug* Anyhoo, this one doesn't have the goat head (it would be ackward for something anthro to have a head on her back...especially since she has to wear a shirt to cover the big 'ole chest I gave her. She's a schmexy monster. Cha. Her tail is sentient (..it's a snake, after all) and I gave it wings, though I'm debating if I'll leave them on, since only a few of my sources use "dragon" instead of "snake." Hmm..it's hard be sure about anything that supposedly doesn't exist. (Suppsoedly becuase..it could be more than a myth! ^_^) Yesh, I feel very imaginative today! Inspiration is everywhere! Yip yip! Edit: The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Third Level of Hell!Here is how you matched up against all the levels:LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)LowLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Very LowLevel 2 (Lustful)LowLevel 3 (Gluttonous)Very HighLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)HighLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)HighLevel 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Very LowLevel 7 (Violent)HighLevel 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)Very HighLevel 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)HighTake the Dante's Inferno Hell Test I took this test before (old result posted in the entry "If you can't type, stay off the internet") and..my result seems to say I've become more "evil." *smirk*

I know the muusic is different from my usual. But I've gotten really into Linkin Park lately. ^_^ So..nyah. I'm going to listen to it untill my ears are raw and bloody. I'm still pissed off about the room thing. And I have even more reasion now. My mom moved my memory card. So I can't find it. She refuses to say what she's done with it. It was a backup one used for one of my Sa2 chao gardens, so nothing was on there.. JUST THE FRUIT OF YEARS OF WORKING TO GET ALL THOSE HIGH-LEVEL CHAOS CHAO!!! Now I have to start over. Ffgfgh. Ugh. And my mom doesn't care. Not in the least. And my dad says that it's a stupid thing to get angry over. I wonder if I broke his guitar if he'd understand what I'm going through. Oh, and he also informed me that my art, that I spent hours and hours on to get every fucking detail perfect is "trash." Isn't that just..peachy? I shouldn't expect him to understand that either. After all, he's not an artist. I could draw better than him with the pencil up my ass. I'm bugged becuase.. 1. It was not his conversation, or any of his damn busness anyways. 2. He won't even listen. Every time I open my mouth, he interrupts and goes on and on. He does both those things all the time. They're both annoying, especially the latter. Mostly becuase he says it's okay to interrupt me beuase, and I quote, he "owns me." Newsflash, dumbass. I'm not a slave. You don't own me, and you never will. And, now..(I found this somewhere..can't remember where.) 1. YOUR PORN STAR NAME: (Name of first pet / Street you live on): Princess Magnolia 2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (Name of your favorite snack food / Grandfather's first name): Cadberry Ed 3. YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME: (First word you see on your left /restaurant): Jump Brookwood 4. EXOTIC FOREIGNER ALIAS: (Favorite Spice / Last Foreign Vacation Spot): Cinamon Tennisee (Never been anywhere foregin, really.. ._.) 5. SOCIALITE ALIAS: (Silliest Childhood Nickname / Town Where You First Partied): Demon Atlanta 6. "FLY GIRL/BOY" ALIAS (a la J. Lo): (First Initial / First Two or Three Letters of your Last Name): N. Lea 7. ICON ALIAS: (Something Sweet Within Sight / Any Liquid in Your Kitchen): Candy Martini 8. BARFLY ALIAS: (Last Snack Food You Ate / Your Favorite Alcoholic Drink): Candy Peach Margarita 9. SOAP OPERA ALIAS: (Middle Name / Street Where You First Lived): Kamara Chamblee 10. ROCK STAR ALIAS: (Favorite Candy / Last Name Of Favorite Musician): Cadberry Goldfrapp 11. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: ( First 2 letters of your first name and the first 3 Letters from your last name makes your first name. Take the first 2 letters of your mother's maiden name and the first 3 letters of the city you were born in): Nilea Jedec

Yeah, no entry in a while. What can I say; I had nothing to write about. And I wouldn't be writing today either, no. But you see, going outside to scream into a pillow so I won't bother anyone is rediclous, you see. So says my genius mother. Don't you just want to glomp her? Yeah, she sure is smart. Maybe if I inherited that, I can get a job at fucking McDonalds. Wouldn't that be TEH PWNAGE? I hear ya'll complain. "Holy dead monkies, Crim! What are you bitching about today?" I'll tell you what I'm bitching about, becuase this is the only way to channel my anger that isn't ZoMg ReDiCiOuZzZ!!!111 First off, I had a good day. An awesome day. An uber-spiffified day with hot sauce on it. I went to some Youth convention, and when I'm in a motherload crowd like that, I tend to get this "zin" stuff going. Like I'm..there. That made up for every single damned thing in it being around Jesus. I'm tired of Jesus. I go to a Christian school, so my education consists of three helpings of Jesus a day. Than I go to Church twice a week, to get even more of Jesus! And it gets old. But..no. That doesn't bother me that much. What pissed me off was I came home..(I was gone for eight hours or so at this thing,) guess who decided to rearrange my room? That's right: my mom did it AGAIN. Fawking FDJFJDKFH! She moved everything! Threw all my sketches that I work very hard on in a box randomly, (wrincling and thus ruining them all,) put my money in a drawer, moved my mirror to where I can't see myself, made it take effort to have to get to the gamecube, took the dogglefox door hanger off my door, moved my tables, put my chest in the fucking closet with the broken door, and other things! Pifft. I can hear everyone now. "Gee whilikers Crim! That sure is trvial!" And you know what? I don't give two shits how trivial it seems to you, okay?!? I have asked her specifically and very nicely MANY times to leave my room the fuck alone. I don't recall saying, "Hey mom! I'm going off for a while, so why don't you just kill my layout and ruin years worth of artwork! ^_^" No. That never happened. Ever. It takes a lot to get me mad. I'm easygoing. I'm a goddamned doormat. But when I say the same thing over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over, and it's not something outlandish, I expect you to respect my wishes! I'm a good furson! I don't hurt anyone, I don't ask much! And all I wanted was for her to let MY living space be..so she goes and messes it up?!? I.Feel.Like.Screaming. ..and I'm gonna' change my diary layout. This one is stupid ugly. |Edit|Layout changed. I went from that horrible blue and more blue to black and pink. Yes, I now have a part-black layout like the other 90 percent of sitdiary users. ..and I've calmed down a bit. Note "a bit." I'm still cheezed, and still want to sink my claws into something.|/edit|

That isn't a retorical question. I really want to know. Maybe I should explain. You see, I have to go to play woth my chimes group in the morrow. No problem. But my mom insists on making it one. First of all, we're supposed to wear black pants. She insists it's skirts. I let go, but THAN she decided on pants. After thirthy minutes of that mess, she aksked a lot of really just..stupid questions. And was really crabby about it. Than if we have to have our shirts tucked in, I said no, and she snapped, asking if I had anote from the teacher saying that, I didn't, but she kept getting more and more angry, and said I do have one, and I'm just not giving it to her. *hackcough* So, the title. HOW do I give somthing I clearly don't have? I still have the symptoms of my old sickness: Pounding, Modem-noise headache, dizyness, tiredness, loss of awareness, incredible memory lapses, and the like. All this malarkey isn't at all helping. And I'm going to be honest. I'm scared. I mean, I always have gotten like this when exposed to sunlight, but it was never so severe: just little headaches, mild drowsyness, slowess..and now it's all coming down at once, hard, and no matter where I am. If I had a choice to die now, I would. I know it seems corny. I know it probiably makes me look like another angisty teen. But this is unbearable. There's like..three people that truly want me around, and my body aches as well as my mind. No real entry; my day was boring. Ps: My shoulder started acting up again. -.-

I feel like shit. The ringing in my ears is unstoppable. It keeps going and going..I can't have even a second of silence. It keeps going and going..it's like a modem noise. My head is pounding. Like a stampede trying to escape from my brain. And the heavyness of it doesn't help; my neck feels like it's about to break under the weight. I wouldn't be suprised if it did. My shoulder is acting up again. Like knives stabbing my back constantly, staying in like rocks keeping me tence and unable to relax. My chest is pulling foward, trying to droop down. It's like being tied to an anvil and pushed off a plane. It pulls so hard you almost fall to the floor, making you die faster. Except I'm not going to die. The pain isn't going to end. It's going to stay no matter what I do. My brain has followed suit. My vision is blurred. The world is one big merry-go-round and I'm stuck watching as everything goes around..and around..and around..I can barly see they keys to type. It'd be easier if I could use the home keys but I can't! My fingers have lost all feeling. They lie limp as I hit the keys, and another letter shows up on the blurry grey screen, so fast I can't even see it come. It used to be different. My mind moved so fast that I could see it come. But now the lifeless machine is smarter than I. I'm tipsy. I have to constantly catch myself to keep from falling over. I have little control over my body anymore. My forehead is hot. I lay my hand on there, the fever sooths the pain on the part. Untill I realise: it's just an illusion. The heat means it's not going to go. The pain is here to stay for who knows how long. My breathing is heavy, but I wish it wasn't: my throat is so sore, every breath his like scraping razors on my neck. Is this what it feels like to die? Maybe I'm being whiny. I don't know. All I know is being sick SUCKS, especially when it hits this hard. I'm willing to let go of my body, but why does my mind have to go too?

This entry is detacated to horrible titles. And horrible spellers who are too lazy to look up the correct spelling of detacated. I changed the layout: from foggy black with sharp red, to..white. And grey. This is *the* least dark of out the colour shemes I've used. (..unless you count that bright orange one with red text and yellow links..) I'll be editing it on-and-off for a while. I'm trying to put together a background with the same texture/colour as the header. So It'll look carved. ^^ Today is my birthday. I still had to go to school (DAMN IT!) but I can't complain. It wasn't so bad, except for all the attention. I ate insane amounts of candy..and thew up. Not that it matters. My dad has been taping his stuff to the wall for a while. It's starting to unnerve me, buecuase I can't look up with seeing all it..another thing that doesn't matter. I've been looking for a nother roleplay site. Just to kill time. The only problem is...all the ones that are at least a bit interesting are full of people who seem to tYpPpP wI7 dE3r tUuUnG!!!111!!!11ONEONEONE or people who are advanced roleplayers: excelent, *talented* writers that are way out of my leauge and won't even give me the time of day. So..I'm screwed. I've mastered third-grade grammar, sure. But I can't write as beautifully (or horribly) as all these people. I'm smack in the middle, and that makes me the minority. Incidently, I found this little google ad during the search: And THAT, my friends, is why I don't like eBay. ...holiee..I managed to go a whole entry without using an anime smiley. w00t! ^_^ ..oh wait. CRAP!

Huh. That really bloody thing I wrote for the Civil War project? The one I was complaining about a few days back (since it's so..crappy?) Yeah. About That. Apparently, it's good. I guess I was wrong. I'll put it up on here tomorrow and see if I can get a fifth or sixth opinion about it. But, anyways, we had to critique each other..and..everyone else had problems in theirs. The only thing I got was that it was too graphic. The rest was..compliments. Just a small gripe, but..why isn't w00tness on the Current Mood dropdown? They don't have that or Spifftacular..! Whatever. A new Sonic game is to be introduced in May. HUZZAH!! Three Sonic games to come out this year so far...can I get a w00t?! ^_^ This is my idea of luck, here! My birthday is in three days. I should be happy about it, but I'm not. You see..this next age? It's going to be...you know..the end of my childhood. I won't be a kid anymore. I won't have an excuse to act like a jackass. It's accually kind of depressing.

Hah! I know what cocapetic means, and YOU don't. ..most likely. And I'm not telling the meaning, either. I'm not a dictionary. But if someone *does* know the meaning, I'd be impressed with you. =^.^= Anyways, trying to find information on if ripped wings would hinder a dragon's flight, I found this interesting tidbit: Wet bats are incapible of flight. So..in Sonic Adventure 2, how could Rouge fly right after getting out of the water? 0_o Huzzah! Another thing to add to my "Big Book 'O Mobian Plotholes!" But, that being said..anyone out there know if an animal with rips in the their wing's membrane would be fly as well as one with flawless wings? It would be really nice to know... Really, really nice. I got to stay home today..becuase I'm really sick. My forehead is almost covered in fire. And I suck at analogies. ..I also suck at spelling analogies. I bet I got it wrong. It just doesn't look correct. So, anyways, I spent half the day sleeping, the other half playing video games. Taking a look at that Kizarah sprite I was making, I might have to restart it becuase the way she's posed, her wings would take weeks to shade. GAH. Why did I give her wings five times her size, again? ._.

I'm getting sick of Sitdiary. Everytime I try to post more than a few sentences, it messes up. GAH. Now, I *had* a real entry, but it won't let me post it. *hackcough*

No entry in a while, I know. Don't like it, than bite me! The only reasion I write in this thing is to express myself, not to entertain whoever you are. Anyways... - I've been sick for a few days. My mom didn't beleve that I was and made me go to school..BUT..it keeps getting worse. I'm in hell right now. All this and a twisted foot. - I've got the hang of playing N64 with a keyboard. It still doesn't feel quite right, but... - I had to write a story about a character in the Civil War in school. I have writer's block..again..so the only idea I could think of was killing offf my character. I did so, but the story was crap. The plot is almost non-existant: He's in the war, kills someone, and while looking for another foe (can't quite spell the other word,) he gets shot and dies of bloodloss very quickly. The end. There's a half page maximum, though, so..it did what it needed to. The writing itself was pretty bad.. - Speaking of writing, I might try to write a book again. This time, centering around Xeahawk. And, since no body knows who she is, I'll explain: Xeahawk is a white wolf with various pastel markings, and when she runs, the yellow muzzle, and rainbow on the side of her fur makes her look almost like a very big hawk. ..yeah. I've never used her in a roleplay before, so..this is a good use for the hawk. - I'll write more later, I guess.