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Name: La
Country: France
Metro: Paris
Gender: Female
Interests: I enjoy walks along lake by my home, reading classical literature, and killing conspicuous set changers.
Expertise: Wooing the ladies of the Western Hemisphere with Gerard Butler's impression of moi, making inanimate objects sing for innocent bystanders, stabbing gypsies in their ribcages, and writing music.
Occupation: Artist
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  wzrchica
MSN: rae_of_gold@hotmail.com
Member Since:
7/29/2005
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| Hey, people! It's Kelsea. ...Obviously. -le roll of ze eyes-
-shoves like seven Pringles down her mouth and begins to type-
Well, Bri came over Sunday night. And stayed over. Yeah. We had fun. Attempted at making several Phantom parodies on video, but that didn't work out, so we ended up finding a catepillar and playing with him. We christened him Stickybutt, because, well...his butt was sticky. XD I took like twenty pictures of Mister Stickybutt. View him in all of his sticky-butted glory.
Stickybutt looking very handsome on my hand. I need to paint my nails.
Stickybutt on the telephone.
Stickybutt on a plant. He's that cool. Oh, and just so you know, we did not find him on the plant. We found him on the table on my back porch. By the hot tub. -le wink-
Stickybutt is thinking about getting some new glasses, so he asked Bri if he could try on hers, just to see how they looked.
He also wanted to try on the camera. As you can see, there are a lot of things going on in this photo. Obviously, Stickybutt is devouring the camera. But, there is also half of Bri's face in the corner, the table we found Stickbutt on in the background, and a piece of cardboard covering up a hole in my old bedroom window. I kind of kicked it. >.>
Stickybutt showin' off his dance moves for Briana.
Stickybutt was going to draw some blood for me. He's so considerate. And I'm so pale! -is proud- | | |
| I'm so happy! Katherine, Bri, and Anna got to come to my show! So I guess all my friends did come! Well, all of the ones within reasonable distance. -nods to Clarisse-
Good news! My nose has stopped dripping. For now. I probably need to wash this housecoat.
I took a personality quiz, too. Supposedly, I'm an artistic, outgoing person. I'm just insane and I talk too much.
Peter Pan Complex
| Avoids responsibilities, people tell them they are childish and need to grow up, would rather live in their head than the real world, wants success to just happen to them, focuses on fantasies more than reality, believes they deserve to have whatever they want, life lacks direction, never know what to do next, does dumb things frequently, inconsistent performance, lazy, slacker, does the minimum to get by, does things without thinking, does not feel they have any reason to accomplish anything, tend to ignore or put off problems, believes fun is the most important thing in life, most people think they are crazy, forgets scheduled appointments, more past than future, gets attention through negative behavior. | | | |
| My nose keeps dripping on my housecoat. I feel sexy.
Meh, today's my last show. I feel sad because so far, none of my friends have come to see me, and all the other cast is like, "Oh! My best friend's here tonight!" or "I can hear my boyfriend laughing!"
You'd think that at least one of my friends would come to see my first show ever.
Then again, I haven't really been at home enough to answer the phone whenever they call me.
Eck. My nose just dripped again. | | |
| Well, I got tired of my Les Mis layout. Can you tell? o.O So, I totally screwed myself in trying to make my own. Right now I'm torn between making a Les Mis layout, A Moulin Rouge layout, or an MCR layout. Maybe even just a Gerard Way layout. Haha. Gerard Way. Lay. Out. >.>
SAINT-LIKE MIND! -curses-
Now then. I'll expect a comment from Katherine commanding me to make a Les Mis layout pretty soon. But I still have a hilarious picture of Gerard that I could use. Or a really hawt picture of him.
Or maybe just a Hans Matheson layout...
Haha. Hans. Matheson. Lay. Out.
GAH! | | |
| Ah, my beloved Hans Matheson, a dearly beloved concubine of mine! He's so Scottish (but really American)! -le hug- I just don't like the idea of Demi Moore doing a certain scene with him. >.> -stabs Demi- He's fifteen years younger than you, wench! Then again...I'm fifteen years younger than him! But you're still a wench!
Anyway. I enjoyed the weekend at my father's home, watching movies such as Tim Burton's Corpse Bride, Teacher's Pet (Clark!), andHalf Light (Mah Hans. -snurfs-). Yeeeeees. >.>
Oh, I read a bit, too. I've finally gotten used to how Annie Peroulx doesn't know how to type full sentences. She's an okay writer. Well, done for today. Maybe I'll post pictures of Hans Matheson with facial hair later. Or him as a Roman ruler. XD | | |
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