About
This is now going to be a general description, the rest I have logged safely into journals.I'm 6'3.
I weigh 200 pounds. I think it'll probably stay around there healthily.
I have long brown hair that is slowly but surely getting dyed blonde by the horrid flaming cancer-ball in the sky.
I wear my hair in a ponytail.
I wear glasses, because I can't afford contacts anymore. xd
I'm quite a chipper fellow, even though you'd never know since I hardly say a word and a laugh is rare to escape my lips.
Why?
'cause =P
Hmmm... Er...
Uh...
I don't think there's much else...
Oh! I've got green eyes... I'm a genius...
I rollFACE at DDR and Guitar Hero.
I play Bass Clarinet in the band.
I can sing really well, the smooth dulcet tones of my baritone voice have sent many into rapture.
I'm good with words wink
I loooooooove to dress up. I've got a pinstripe jacket and some pointy dancing shoes for when I do.
I'm a good dancer.
My favourite colour is purple.
My favourite food is... uh... hmm... I'll tell you later...
It's later! Hooray!
I'll have to say Pizza. Because it's rockin'.
Or steak.
Mmmm. Steak.
Read the stuff on the left for more.
Read my journal for my highly colourful life story.
Here's "The Jabberwocky" by Lewis Carroll
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!'
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Yep.
Here's a spooky poem from Diablo.
I can see what you see not
Vision milky then eyes rot
When you turn they are gone
Whispering their hidden song
Then you see what cannot be
Shadows move where light should be
Out of darkness, out of mind
Cast down into the halls of the blind
*Shivers*
Gives me chills every time.
I am now the concubine Captain and Concubine of the good ship Jabberwocky.
All hail Captoncubine Izual!
You are all jealous of me and you know it.
Get over it.
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=D You should listen to my Maria playlist, it's pretty bomb.