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| Woo, I come back from the dead only to post an entry because it's
mandatory for posting an entry in a com.
Imagine that I can spell correctly.
I come bearing girl smut and fucked up fic.
Rejoice, you sick freaks.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4370404/1/Carpe_Diem
Reviews are always welcome and stuff.
Welcome as in needed. I love off of them. I covet them.
Rated M because I wrote it. And because of character death, molestation, and nonconsensual touching.
Creepy. | |
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| I'm thankful for pretty boys and children's card games.
AndmyfamilylovehapinessmusicartworldpeaceandpostagenotesAmen.
<3 - Tags:stuff?
- Location:ohio
- Mood:accomplished
- Music:Fool on the Hill
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| Today, I finally got to go get my hair dyed. For a little over a year now I've been blonde, and I wanted to get it dyed something different. Like...really different. I was getting my hair dyed white.
So my Grandma took me to the salon, and it took about two hours, like usual -alsfj dalsfjd ;laskdj I hate waiting when I'm anticipating it so much-, but it was finally done. The lady was blow drying my hair and I was like "Ohmigod,ohmigod, OHMIGOD!" And about half way through, I was noticing that it didn't look that...light. In fact, it only looked a couple shades lighter than it already was.
My Grandma told her to just touch up the roots.
When we left, I was almost in tears.
I mean, I was so dissapointed because I'd been looking forward to it
for so long, and I'd told all of
my friends and they were all real excited to see it,
I mean, I even got my mom to let me dye it white!
But my grandma said it'd look trashy, and fucked the whole thing up.
I'm so fucking dissapointed now. Like really,
really upset.
Really upset.
...Why am I
getting so depressed over something as stupid
as this?
...God.
Just god.
LAIDJ F;LAKDJF;LAKSJFDLKSJDF;LK
I'm going to go cry my eyes out now.
:[
And Kudos to anyone who can SOMEHOW
make a HUGE GUESS as to
who I got the inspiration for white
hair from.
Aaaah, some parts of me never dye.
-loves on her nerdiness-
Someone teach me how to look at other people's
journals?
I feel bad for
never commenting....
And on a lighter note, I've started my doujinshi.
-waves a sad little flag-
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| I got a Live Journal for a reason, and so I suppose that I should
really use it.
x]
But wait! I'm going to have to write in this block format, unlike my usual posting style. -because I this is going to be loooong-
So, band! Band band band! We went to state, our last competition, and got a one. Oh huzzah, you cannot imagine how happy I was. But now marching season is over, and we have concert band. And OH FUCK is it boring.
Well, I do love the Tuba, but I really miss my Sousaphone. It was like my LOVE! But our band director told me I could take it home, so now I'm simply estatic. :D
Hmm hmm hmm, what else is there to say?
...I've decided to un-professionally publish the doujin I've been working on onto the internet, because I've been fiddling around with 'tones' on MS Paint and I've learned it's many secrets. The doujin looks pretty snazzy. -I bet you could guess about it's content- x]
Anything else to say?
Not really.
I went to the mall last night and got 2o things at Icing for only $1o.
Money.
Well.
Spent.
<3
And I got 2o dollars for cleaning the house this morning so I'm going to Borders to buy manga.
Yeah,
that's it.
So exciting.
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| I got a LiveJournal. Huzzah!
So like,
anyone want to help me with it?
D:
I feel like a no0b.
:'[
But I'm not, I'm pretty internet savvy.
So I'm going to try and go find people
I know on here,
and get some nifty bronzeshipping icons.
8D
I have no friends now-
why did
I write this?
._. - Mood:lethargic
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