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hi.  I have to change my account here to something different. I will be typing in a different language, and I will not tell anyone my username. Someone from my past has found me here, and I can't keep my past alive. I am sorry. I need a new layout. Anyone have any suggestions to where I might be able to get one? Kool. Is life just a lie for you, or am I just alone here? Am I just an illusion, or do I exist for you? Can you tell me who I am? Or should I just go away? Shit, I'll type the rest later, Anmie just fell off the roof of the van. Hitler came to me in a dream, but he spoke in an irish accent and said that Nixon would rise to power in hell and that it was my job to nuke the whales with my army of sporks and duct tape, along with Sniz the apocalypse duck that is equipped with porcupine quills that shoot venom with a really, really bad aim and Bacon the lemon-flavoured fishnet t=shirt who plays the violin. Oh, yeah, he also said that fanfiction will end the world, because all the yaoi and bishonen stories come into reality and the entire world turns into a huge gay bar with exellent karioke with lyrics and surround sound. Plus, ice cream becomes extinct. Gayle was trapped: she was set up, tied to the chair on the roof by her own toy, left to be pushed over the edge to her death. She got loose about an hour later, slowly steeping down from the second floor step by step, hoping to any god that she wouldn't fall to the floor below, waiting for one of her steps to he heard, she.. I'm riting a fic. Lindo..... Damn. Anyways, I'm waiting for my Youtube thing to load... I guess I'll go check out my Deviantart. Later. I'm new to photoshop, but I created these using MS Paint and Adobe PhotoDeluxe. None of these links are gory, none of them have adult content, and they are all work-safe. The first one is a banner-like thing that I just figured out how to do today called Music = Life. The font is Veranda Italic, I think, and it came out good. http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e The second link is to a Moulin Rouge quote that sayes: "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return" or something to that effect. http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e The third one goes to a water ripple that I worked on for about an hour, but you can't tell because it looks simple. It's a nice shade of blue, and I think it looks cool. http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e The forth link goes to almost the same ripple-like thing, exept instead of water, it's fire. Different texture, too, but kindof the same method. http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e Finally, the last link. This one goes to basically the same think as above, exept not fire, but the night sky. It kinda sucks compared to the rest of these, but yeah, whatever. Hope you like em! ^__^ http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e Current mood:  Artsie.Current music: DIshes clanking in the backround. Still sick, but this is cool: I finally got Photoshop, so I can make my own userpics and stuff! Plus, please check out my Deviantart. My username there is 11andweird. Yay! Well, it's getting worse, despite being 70 tylenol, randomly assorted versions of advil, motrin, and robutessin, along with 8 different cough medicines and an icyhot patch on my head. All taken within dosage allowance, so I didn't even get a buzz. Damn. Well, at least I don't have to go to school, but today was a half day, so I missed out on that. Dammit, the one time I get sick and I miss the one day of school that's supposed to be fun. Asshole virus thingy. Throat hurts too much to swallow/talk/breathe/lay down/take medicine anymore, so I'm fucked in the chances of getting better soon department. Shit, it's a long weekend, too. Monday's off, friday's supposed to be off, but it's not because I'm supposed to make time up due to hurricane disabling the school system for around 3 months so the bastards are cutting out all of our teacher workdays and shortenning summer break and cutting out all minor holidays (I'm always sick anyways, so fuck that, I just won't show up), and....yeah. Fucking cold. Or virus. Or anthrax poisining. Hell, I might be the first case of bird flu in america and I don't even know it. Shit, possibly tonsils, too! Goddammit, this sucks. Well, apparently, I'm totally sick to the point that I feel like crap, exept it's crap stepped in, smeared all over a wall, and filled with some unknown virus that makes you fall over from the searing pain entering your system. Could be tonsils. In fact, there's a large, blaring, over-head sign idicating tonsils. Wouldn't that be great? A week before my Robert Morgan Audition for CHORUS, which obviously need/depends on my vocal chords, and I have to get my throat cut up. Fuck you, destiny. Fuck. You. |
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