Hair Colour: Black with red highlights.
Eye Colour: Hazel
Skin Type: Fair
N O I S E. W E ' V E. C O M E. T O. G E T. U S E D. T O.
Dir en Grey, KoRn, Linkin Park, Evanescence. Anything rock or J-pop or
J-rock, Andrea Bocelli, Harry Connick Jr.
P O I S O N
Sushi, Miso soup, black coffee, ramen, dumplings, iced tea, cantalope,
watermelon, cheese bread.
A N Y T H I N G Y O U C A N D O I C A N D O B E T T E R
Can you sing?: Nope.
Can you dance?: Nope.
Long Algebra?: Yes, and I can whip your arse at it, too.
Give Good Advice?: Probably. Depends what mood I'm in and how good you
are to me.
Draw?: No, but I try.
Arm-Wrestle?: Yes, I could arm-wrestle your arm into the dirt.
Nag someone?: No, I'm laid-back like that.
Y O U M A K E M Y H E A R T S I N G
My idea of a romantic date? Sitting in a dark cafe where we are
surrounded by human waste and suicidal artists, drinking black coffee
until they mark our teeth with yellow stains.
In a guy, I like wisdom. Almost a bookworm, but darker and more
mysterious. He has to try for things and have an idea of where things
are heading for him. Seductive, too. Artist, maybe.
In a girl, I like intelligence. She has to pull up a conversation.
Seductive in a smart way, not a weird way. Novelist, maybe. I want her
to be a genius with words and she has to know how to spell me out with
F R I E N D S F O R E V E R
In a friend, I like them to be smart and capable. They better not be
crying to me about their problems and whatnot about how much they hate
the world and how much they want to kill themselves. I don't have that
kind of patience. They have to be interesting, know how to keep their
2 A M A ND I ' M S T I L L A W A K E W R I T I N G A S O N G
I like to write novels and sketch. I like to do them while drinking
black coffee. I walk alot and sometimes I start to run out of nowhere,
only because I want to see things in a panic scenery. I like music and
I listen to it alot.
W H A T T H E V I C T I M H A S T O S A Y
I'm not goth, emo or punk. I'm a struggling artist/novelist. I grew up
too fast, so sue me.
T H E C I R C U S A C R O S S T H E S T R E E T
I have a three brothers and two sisters. Allow me to introduce them:
Aiden- He finds dead animals most interesting. Posters of dead elk
roam his room. Stays away from potential human contact: AKA- the rest
of our family.
Mona Reed- Loves school more than air. She has too many phobias to
count. Allergic to anything and is one sesame seed away from living in
a giant bubble.
Shelly- Slightly less morbid than us. Enjoys human contact, unlike the
rest of us. I watch her to discover how she attracts so many males.
Drew- In college. Lives and breathes the arts. Sculptor-to-be. Spends
his time in a tiny room filled with paint fumes, crumpled pieces of
paper on the stone-cold ground, and numbness. He thinks emotions
should be put only into art.
Collin- The youngest. He looks up to me the most and follows me
everywhere I go. I feel I am a bad influence for the youth, but it is
he who chooses who he follows.