I write but I think I suck. I have brown eyes and black hair (HA to all you stalkers!) [not that anyone would WANT to stalk me, but anyway] I'm a HUGE manga fan and I love the color blue.I have a need/thirst/obsession of learning how to play the drums which has yet to be satisfied. I can't swim. I'm notorious for my run-on sentences, but I'm WORKING ON IT!! I "think" that I can be quite "poetic" but let me let you in on a secret. Poetry is the art of mixing random words together to make them sound good. This only works because you think it sounds good but you don't understand anything, therefore you feel like an idiot and praise it to no end to prevent yourself from looking like a fool. The word "original" usually comes up in your compliments. =] At least that's MY theory. 

So mostly what I'm saying is, I'm good at blabbering.

I'm absolutely crazy and I get high on suspicious substances such as air, the smell of rain/petrol/wet paint/Sharpe markers etc.

I'm a MUSLIM AND PROUD OF IT!

I always feel the need to say that for some reason...

When I'm NOT high I'm usually reading a book, on the internet, watching TV, writing, eating, sleeping, or getting drunk on berry juice/coke (Coca-Cola, don't worry, I'm strictly a non-alcoholic)/orange juice. The ones that come in a pack, not the ones in a bottle. Those suck.

So BE A Man! Do the Right Thing!

Read my stuff and TELL THE TRUTH!

And listen to Blame it on the Pop!