For those without a soul...

OH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD

Almost an hour later…

GOING TO BED! YAYYYY!

*throws a magical party with sleep dust and pleasant dreams*

It’s three freaking thirty in the morning and who is still up reading fanfic?

*guiltily raises hand slightly*

I’m going to start banging my head against a wall soon.

I’m a die-hard slash fan. Sorry guys.

It even annoys me sometimes too.

I love stealing things from people. Stole this one from yayitumble. Because reblogging was an epic fail.

Reblog and bold what applies to you.

I’m loud.

I’m sarcastic.

I cry easily.

I have a bad temper.

I’m easy to get along with.

I have more enemies than friends.

I’ve smoked.

I drink coffee.

I clean my room daily.

My appearance:

I wear make-up.

I wear a piece of jewelry at all times.

I wear contacts.

I wear glasses.

I have braces.

I change my hair color often.

I have a piercing.

I have small feet.

Relationships:

I’m in a relationship now.

I’m single.

I’m crushin’.

I’ve missed an ex before.

I’m always scared of being hurt.

I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.

I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.

I’ve been in love more than two times

I believe in love at first sight.

Friendships:

I have a best friend.

I have at least ten REAL friends.

I’ve gotten a phone call in the last 48 hours from a friend.

I’ve beaten up a friend.

I’ve been in a serious fight with a friend.

I can trust at least five people with my life.

Experiences:

I’ve been on a plane.

I’ve taken a taxi.

I’ve taken a city bus.

I’ve taken a school bus.

I’ve made a speech.

I’ve been in some sort of club.

I’ve won an award.

I’ve spent 24 hours on the computer straight.

Music:

I listen to R&B.

I listen to pop.

I listen to techno.

I listen to rock.

I’m one of those people who play songs repeatedly until I hate it.

I download music.

I buy CDs.

Television:

I spend at least six hours a day watching television.

I’m in love with Days Of Our Lives.

I’ve seen and liked the O.C.

I’ve seen and like America’s Next Top Model.

I’ve seen and liked CSI.

Family Life:

My biological parents are still together.

I have at least one brother.

I have at least one sister.

I’ve been kicked out of the house.

I’ve ran away from my home.

I’ve sworn at my parents.

I’ve made my parents cry.

I’ve lied to my parents.

I’ve lied to my parents about where I am.

I’ve lied to my parents about what I’m doing.

I’ve lied to my parents so I’d be allowed out.

Hair:

I’ve been brown. 

I’ve had streaks.

I’ve cut my hair in the past year.

I’ve dyed my hair in the past year.

I’ve been blonde.

I’ve had black.

I’ve been red.

I’ve been light brown.

I use conditioner.

I’ve curled my hair.

I’ve straightened my hair.

Confession

Seriously considering a roadtrip Friday night. Head on down the 401, onto the QEW, get to St Cat’s, punch my sister in the face, sleep, go see a movie, punch her again, come home.

I think I got my highways mixed up…

Accepting my new role in life.

I’m The Grinch.

I even have my own Max to help me steal a family for the holidays. Except it’s a she, she’s more blonde, and her name is Holly.

Not a bad birthday in the slightest.

No, I didn’t brag about it being my birthday. I didn’t even really mention it until after the majority of it happened.

I don’t care what people gave me as a present; it’s all appreciated. Whether it’s a coffee and nail polish remover, movies, or expensive shoes, it was given because people cared enough to acknowledge my birthday. Truth be told, the greatest gift I got almost didn’t happen- no one can control the weather.

littlegypsyone:

ishallcallyougingerface:

littlegypsyone:

Me with the Lightning’s Stanley Cup, no big deal

WHERE THE HELL IS MINE?!

I can try to steal if for you if you want

I’m not sure I want the Lightnings’ Stanley Cup, but hey, a Stanley Cup is a Stanley Cup.

So yes. I will reward you for your efforts. Like bail you out of jail.

littlegypsyone:

Me with the Lightning’s Stanley Cup, no big deal

WHERE THE HELL IS MINE?!

“I suppose Mom thinks you don’t forget your name. But we’re not stupid - we know we’re called Gred and Forge.”

Reasons why I love (and never tell anything to) my sister Vicki:

I get a letter in the mail today with my gift attached. I was allowed to read the letter, but not open the gift.

Anyway, this is what I get in the third paragraph:

“With that out there, the next kazillion paragraphs are going to deal with something I’m going to refer to as ‘Just Unique Sexy Time for Inevitable Newbies’ (hahaha, guess what it stands for :P).”

I’m glad she doesn’t know about Saturday. -_-