"Ello! I need reviews people, reviews! Ahwell, I'm rewriting all of it soon anyway. Maybe then someone will grace their annoyingly snottish presence on my review button.

Snicker.

Evil laugh.

Yes, this is pretty much pointless.

Why Am I Even Doing This? Don't ask me.

I could give you an extensive list of my personality but... Hey wait... that's actuallya good idea. Considering my parents are considering counselling for my deranged behavior, I find a little personal analysis entertaining. Yey?

Now then. I'm a chronic liar, in a sense. I only change my age for respect, but in all truth, it has actually helped me in maturity over the past year. I'm really thirteen, though more of my online friends believe different. I know they would treat me differently when/if they find/found out, either with disgust or annoyance at befuddling them. Hell, some of them might even be able to tell I'm lying. It's quite probable, actually. Anyway, if I told you my age was three years into the future, I sorely apologize for impeding on your existence. I honestly never meant to hurt you. And if I've talked to you more than once, be sure to know I love you. I'm a person who generally shys away from human contact. Might be due to past issues, but still. I usually don't let anyone touch me, not even my parents. So generally, the internet is my utopia. You can know someone, without them seeing your every emotion expressed. You can say things you'd be too nervous to reveal in person, without worrying about some mad rapist going after you.

I'll list my favorites below.

I like:

Punk rock, rock, dancing, screaming, laughing, talking, yelling, thinking, reading, reading more, running, swimming, sketching, writing, photography, My Chemical Romance, The Ramones, Greenday, Sex Pistols, The Distillers, AFI, HIM, Bad Religion (band), Social Distortion, The Used, The Cure, Good Charlotte, Unwritten Law, Three Doors Down, The Bravery, Evanescence, Seether, Linkin Park, some Ashlee Simpson, NFG, Authority Zero, a little Simple Plan, band geeks, punk rockers, goths, nerds, insane people like myself, anyone who can get drunk at one in the morning and go to work at eight! And anyone who can be perverted and be a virgin at the same time. (like me!)

Also, I have a facination with dark hair. Yes, call it a fetish, but dark hair rocks my socks. So do green eyes. -sigh- And for those of you who piece things together quickly, no, I'm not talking about the object of my past four years' obsession. I am not, contrary to popular belief, in love with Harry Potter. Green eyes are just cool. Fiery. Passionate.

Moooving on!

I'm abso-bloody-lutely American. But I love foreigners. In fact, I have a shirt that says that, and I wear it a lot. I'll probably have to go get another soon. Anyway. I wish I had an accent. I'm loyal to my country, sure GO USA! But that doesn't mean I can't want an English or Irish accent. OH! I also have a shirt that says 'I love Irish guys!'. But I don't wear that as much as my other one.

Speaking of which, I have a lot of wierd shirts. With sayings such as:

Insane and LOVING it!

I lurve Foreigners!

I love Irish guys! (includes shamrock! WHAHOO!)

Fck you, you fcking fcker. (Yes, also one that says "You suck, you sucking sucker." Not as funny, but surely suggestive.)

Up Yours! (Includes 7-up logo)

Blame My Parents (Of which I have no squalms about wearing. It is all their fault anyway. I didn't choose to be here.)

'Life is a disease...' (front) 'Sexually transmitted and ultimately fatal...' (back)

And get this! They made it into a shirt! 'How do you keep an idiot busy? See back.' (front) 'How do you keep an idiot busy? See front.'

I love songfics, though some are awefully put together. I'm not saying I could do better, because I'm positive I couldn't. But honestly, at least get the lyrics right. Jeesh!

My friends. Yes I do too have them! Ugh!

Rachel
Nicole
Ashley #1
Ashley #2
Ashley #3
David
Nick
Puckett (last name... we don't like to call him Matt.)
Robert
Logan (female, thoughpossibly otherwise. -thoughtful silence-)
Theresa
Sarah (Goth chick, super cool)
Sydney (Goth chick, frog-lover, and co-leader of 'Save the Bunnies' campaign.)
Oh yeah, Jake. He's a loser, but he has done/will do so many of us it's scary.
Dakotah. (literally known her since birth.)
Gizmo Okay, so he is my cat. What's wrong with that!
Tazzerz. Also a cat, but he's so fuzzeh!
Oh, and my damn it all genius ex... Tyler.

I swear I would be dead by now if it weren't for my stubbornness.

I'd rather not elaborate.

Oh, I feel obliged to put in my tidbit of philosophical background.

No?

Okay then, just beware... if you ever do speak to me.. or type... never get me on the subject of debate. I take both sides of multiple arguments. And fully capable of hurting people through computer monitors.

Don't believe me?

sigh- Yeah, not many do.

Now the lyrics to my Song of the Week:

"Collide"

Howie Day

The dawn is breaking
A light shining through
You're barely waking
And I'm tangled up in you
Yeah

I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide

I'm quiet you know
You make a first impression
I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the back you fall in time
I somehow find
You and I collide

Don't stop here
I lost my place
I'm close behind

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to ryhme
Out of the doubt that fills your mind
You finally find
You and I collide

You finally find
You and I collide
You finally find
You and I collide

"Bottom Of A Bottle"

Smile Empty Soul

Been scared and lonely
I've asked myself is something wrong with you
My girlfriend told me
I need some time alone to deal with issues

But something makes me carry on
It's difficult to understand
Why I always wanna fly

I do it for the drugs
I do it just to feel alive
I do it for the love
That I get from the bottom of a bottle

You always call me
And ask me how I make it through the day
I'm always fallin'
I guess it's just God's way of making me pay

But something makes me carry on
It's difficult to understand, why I always wanna fly

I do it for the drugs
I do it just to feel alive
I do it for the love
That I get from the bottom of a bottle
I do it for the drugs
I do it just to feel alive
I do it for the love
That I get from the bottom of a bottle

When I, I wonder why I try
And I, I wonder why I bother
And I, I wonder why I cry
Why I, I go through all this trouble

I do it for the drugs
I do it just to feel alive
I do it for the love
That I get from the bottom of a bottle
I do it for the drugs
I do it just to feel alive
I do it for the love
That I get from the bottom of a bottle

If you can, I suggest you download it. I fell in love with it.

Yeah, the first one is slow for my tastes, but don't blame me! It has intense guitar rythms.

I'm insanely into that.

Now go do something productive. Merlin knows we all need it.