You’re Maxwell Lennox, the strong, silent type.
…well, silent, anyway. You were brought up

with hardcore good manners (think military
school), but you have this issue with rage
every once in a while. Hey, nobody’s perfect.
You also, for some odd reason, have been
wearing a gas mask your entire life and
haven’t the foggiest idea of what you look
like. Weirdo.

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I swear… that character is “sexy”. I’m adding him to THE LIST.
Other than that, my mom left just now. She’ll be back Sunday. She’s thinking on enrolling me into a karate class. O.o…
Oh, and last night I opened the inside of my dad’s old computer tower. I’ll likely be using it soon, since I do tend to use all pass downs, and so I cleaned the inside of it. The dust was so bad it stained my carpet… especially when the dirt mixed with the damp cloth and the mixture dripped. Oh well. Hopefully I did not ruin anything.
I have a new CD as well, and drew two simple pictures last night or early this morning whatever the case. I had trouble sleeping last night either way, and woke up around noon despite constantly waking up every such hour. My mother, brother and I went out to eat. The place was not of my mother’s nor my fancy, but we did it to please my brother.
He spoke of possibly moving back up north, thus leaving my mother and I. I do not mind terribly, I guess. I just wonder what I will do if a problem arises like a machinery breaks down or the like. Oh well. He’s 23, so he can do as he wishes, and pretty much he wishes to leave.
After that my mother and I went to the grocery store. It was interesting since we need not get anything for my brother and my mom hardly ate any of her frozen dinners, so we spent perhaps slightly less than half the amount than usual. I was quite delighted, one might say.
Anyway, here I am typing away after putting up things, finding out what sort of ink cartriges my mother needs to get while gone and a few other things. I still feel tired. I believe I will go lay down.
Yeah…

Friday, have an appointment with Wynn… I just now forgot the time… 2:30 likely though.

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What is your name?: Nyxity

Are you named after anyone?: Not really.

What’s your screen name?: Nyxity

Would you name a child of yours after you?: No,sir.

If you could switch names with a friend who would it be?: Probably Kyle…

Are there any mispronunciations/typos that people inflict on your name constantly?: Constantly, no.

Would you drop your last name if you became famous?: I will not become famous.

Straight/Gay/Bi: Platonic.

Single?: That is a hard question.

If not, do you want to be?: Does not matter.

Birthdate: I do not know the date my parents were together to make me be born.

Your age: 19

Age you act: That is difficult as well.

Age you wish you were: I would have to know what all ages are like to decide that.

Your height: I’m getting used to it.

Eye color: Brown.

Happy with it?: Most of the time.

Hair color (natural): Black.

Happy with it?: Mostly. I’d like it completely jet black.

Lefty/righty/ambidextrous: Southpaw.

Your living arrangement: Uh…

Your family: Immediate, there are five other human members and six other pet members.

Have any pets?: Yes.

What’s your job?: Looking after the house.

Piercings?: Ears.

Tattoos?: I want one.

Obsessions?: Eh…

Addictions?: Internet.

Do you speak another language?: No.

Have a favorite quote?: Yes.

Do you have a webpage?: You could say that.

Do you live in the moment?: I would not know.

Do you consider yourself tolerant of others?: Likely… not.

Do you have any secrets?: I think everyone does.

Do you hate yourself?: Not anymore.

Do you like your handwriting?: Not really. Handwriting is awkward.

Do you have any bad habits?: Trichotillomania and likely others.

What is the compliment you get from most people?: Uh…

If a movie was made about your life, what would it be called?: Monosyllibic.

What’s your biggest fear?: Eh…

Can you sing?: I used to be able to decently.

Do you ever pretend to be someone else just to look cool?: That is funny.

Are you a loner?: Yep.

What are your top priorities in life?: I lack ambition.

If you were another person, would you be friends with you?: I have no idea.

Are you a daredevil?: Nope.

Is there anything you fear or hate about yourself?: Not really.

Are you passive or agressive?: I guess passive.

Do you have a journal?: Yep.

What is your greatest strength and weakness?: That is difficult.

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?: I’d be more screwed up in the head.

Do you think you are emotionally strong?: I suppose so nowadays.

Is there anything you regret doing/not doing in life?: At the moment, I think of nothing.

Do you think life has been good so far?: Good is a funny word.

What do you like the most about your body?: Eh… my hands I guess. I like hands.

And least?: *Smiles*

Do you think you are good looking?: Nope.

Are you confident?: Nope.

What is the fictional character you are most like: I do not think I am particularily like any.

Are you perceived wrongly?: Yeah.

Smoke?: Nope.

Do drugs?: Sort of.

Read the newspaper?: No.

Pray?: Not really.

Go to church?: That sort of place makes me nervous.

Talk to strangers who IM you?: No.

Take walks in the rain?: Sometimes, when I need it.

Talk to people even though you hate them?: I doubt I would.

Drive?: Mope.

Would or Have You Ever?: Huh?

Liked your voice?: I’d like it a bit deeper.

Hurt yourself?: Yep.

Been out of the country?: Not really.

Eaten something that made other people sick?: Not that I know of.

Been in love?: I suppose so.

Done drugs?: Sort of.

Gone skinny dipping?: No thanks.

Had a medical emergency?: Yep.

Had surgery?: I think I did.

Ran away from home?: No.

Played strip poker?: Ew.

Gotten beaten up?: Not really…

Beaten someone up?: Doubt it.

Been picked on?: Yes, sir.

Been on stage?: Sort of.

Slept outdoors?: Yeah.

Thought about suicide?: Recently, no.

Pulled an all nighter?: Yesh.

If yes, what is your record?: I do not keep track.

Gone one day without food?: Yeah.

Talked on the phone all night?: If so, I was really young.

Slept together with the opposite sex w/o actually having sex?: No.

Slept all day?: Two days straight.

Killed someone?: No.

Made out with a stranger?: Ew.

Had sex with a stranger?: Ew.

Thought you’re going crazy?: Going, no.

Kissed the same sex?: Not really.

Done anything sexual with the same sex?: No.

Been betrayed?: Who has not?

Had a dream that came true?: I don’t think so.

Broken the law?: I would not know.

Met a famous person?: Not that I know of.

Have you ever killed an animal by accident?: No.

On purpose?: Roaches are not animals.

Stolen anything?: I am slightly klepto, but I always returned things not long after. That was when I was still in school.

Been on radio/tv?: Sort of.

Been in a mosh-pit?: No.

Had a nervous breakdown?: Yep.

Bungee jumped?: No.

Had a dream that kept coming back?: Sort of.

Miracles?: *Shrugs*

Astrology?: Fun to read at times.

Magic?: *Shrugs*

God?: *Shrugs*

Satan?: *Shrugs*

Santa?: *Smirks*

Ghosts?: *Shrugs*

Luck: *Shrugs*

Love at first sight?: *Shrugs*

Yin and yang (that good can’t exist w/o bad?): Yep.

Easter bunny?: *Smirks*

Believe there’s a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow?: No.

Do you wish on stars?: Sometimes.

Do you believe in the traditional view of Heaven and Hell?: No.

Do you think God has a gender?: No.

Where do you think we go when we die?: I gave up on that a long time ago.

Do you have any gay/lesbian friends?: Yep.

Who is your best friend?: Best is a funny word.

Who’s the one person that knows most about you?: I do not know.

What’s the best advice that anyone has ever given to you?: Uh… I never got much advice.

Your favourite inside joke?: Quack.

Thing you’re picked on most about?: “You’re weird”.

Who’s your longest known friend?: Uh…

Newest?: CP and Neko.

Shyest?: CP and Neko.

Funniest?: Uh…

Sweetest?: *Smiles*

Closest?: Eh… my cat, maybe.

Weirdest?: Um…

Smartest?: Ack…

Ditziest?: None.

Friends you miss being close to the most?: Heh…

Last person you talked to online?: I’m talking to one right now.

Who do you talk to most online?: CP or Neko.

Who are you on the phone with most?: Dad.

Who listens to your problems?: Mom.

Who do you fight most with?: None really.

Who’s the nicest?: *Laughs*

Who’s the most outgoing?: Eh…

Who’s the best singer?: I would not know.

Who’s on your hit-list?: I once had one.

Have you ever thought of having sex with a friend?: Ew.

Who’s your second family?: CP and Neko.

Do you always feel understood?: Hah.

Who’s the loudest friend?: Uh…

Who’s house were you last at?: *Smirks*

Name one person who’s arms you truly feel safe in: More like, I feel most safe snuggling my cat.

Do your friends really know you?: More than many.

Friend that lives farthest away: CP and Neko.

Do you consider love a mistake?: *Shrugs*

What do you find romantic?: Uh…

Turn-on?: Um…

Turn-off?: Eh…

First kiss?: Nope.

Do you prefer knowing someone before dating them?: Duh.

Have you ever wished it was more socially acceptable for a girl to ask a guy out?: It is not?

Do you think the opposite sex finds you good looking?: *Laughs*

What is best about the opposite sex?: Those with a deep voice.

What is best about the same sex?: Lacking a certain thing. *Smirks*

What is the worst thing about the opposite sex?: A certain thing.

What is the worst thing about the same sex?: A different certain thing.

What’s the last present someone gave you?: Swords. 😀

Do you consider your significant other hot?: *Chuckles*

——–

Who Was the Last Person…

That haunted you?: Uh…

That you laughed at?: At?

That laughed at you?: That is difficult.

That turned you on?: A stranger with dark hair.

You went shopping with?: Mom.

That broke your heart?: Uh…

To disappoint you?: Eh…

To ask you out?: Heh.

To make you cry?: *Smiles vaguely*

That you thought about?: CP.

You talked to on the phone?: Dad.

You talked to through IM/ICQ?: Heh.

You saw?: mom.

You lost?: Uh…

——–

Right This Moment…

Are you going out?: No.

Will it be with your significant other?: No.

Or some random person?: No.

What are you wearing right now?: Jeans, tank top, glasses, watch, dog collar on my wrist and my headsets.

Body part you’re touching right now: Funny.

What are you worried about right now?: Nothing.

What book are you reading?: I mainlt read Internet fictions.

What’s on your mousepad?: Blue.

Are you bored?: Not really.

Are you tired?: Sort of.

Are you talking to anyone online?: She’s getting dinner, but more or less, yes.

Are you talking to anyone on the phone?: I hate phones.

Are you lonely or content?: Content.

Are you listening to music?: Yes.

Are you eating anything?: No.

——–

Two Names You Go By
1. Nyxity.
2. Whatever pet name my girls give me.

Two Parts of Your Heritage
1. Asian.
2. Bipolor.

Two Things That Scare You
1. Not in the mood…
2. … to write them out.

Two Everyday Essentials
1. Sleeping.
2. Drinking.

Two Things You Are Wearing Right Now
1. Glasses.
2. Hair band.

Two of Your Favorite Bands or Musical Artists (as of now)
1. None…
2. … really.

Two Things You Want in a Relationship
1. Um…
2. I’d have to be in one to decide.

Two Truths
1. About…
2. … what?

Two things You Hate
1. The sound of vacuums or sounds like it.
2. There are others, but I cannot think at the moment.

Two things that appeal to you in the opposite gender
1. No breasts.
2. Deep voice.

Two of Your Favorite Hobbies
1. Sleeping.
2. Doing thing on the Internet.

Two Things You Want Really Badly
1. I doubt…
2. … I’d write it down.

Two Places You Want to go on Vacation
1. I’d stay in my room, thank you.
2. South Padre is nice.

Two Things You Want to Do Before You Die
1. Meet CP and Neko face to face.
2. Make sure my writings and art are not killed off with my departure.

Books I’ve read and loved :
Good Omens, Neverwhere – both by Neil Gaiman. Terry Prachett collaborated with the first one.

1. ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT?
My left wrist; I could not take it anymore and a substitute teacher made me snap. The rumours about it was annoying.

2. WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?
A poster, two crane paper scrolls, a small shoji screen, a shadowbox with miniature replicas of Korean masks, some brass keys and something I got for my birthday one year.

3. WHAT DOES YOUR CELL PHONE LOOK LIKE?
It looks like a cell phone.

4. WHAT MUSIC DO YOU LISTEN TO?
I am bad at catagories.

5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?
Nope.

6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?
Uh… ask me when I am not sick.

7. WHAT DO YOU MISS?
Uh…

8. EVER BEEN IN LOVE?
Yeah.

9. WHO’S THE LAST PERSON YOU THOUGHT OF?
CP and Neko.

10. WHAT’S YOUR MIDDLE NAME?
That is unnecessary.

11. DO YOU GET SCARED IN THE DARK?
When my imagination runs away from me and it is so dark that even when your eyes have adjusted you cannot see your hand and the silence becomes deafening and you are certain a psycho killer is waiting somewhere in the room and is just waiting to kill you… Yeah, sometimes.

12. THE LAST BOY TO MAKE YOU CRY?
A friend I saw for the last time before I moved away.

13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE COLOGNE / PERFUME?
I’m allergic, but I like the scent of rose.

14. WHAT KIND OF HAIR/EYE COLOR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?
Hazel for either really.

16. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINKS?
Soda.

17. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPING?
Pepperoni.

18. IF YOU CAN EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
I ate some bread just now… pretty much anything to make my throat not bother me so much.

19. WHO IS THE LAST PERSON YOU MADE MAD?
If I did it was a very long time ago since I do not remember.

20. DO YOU SPEAK ANOTHER LANGUAGE?
I took a class, but I never was good at languages.

21. WHAT WAS THE FIRST GIFT SOMEONE EVER GAVE YOU?
That is tough since it depends on what you see as a gift; for a sap, one could say “the gift of life”. There!

22. DO YOU LIKE SOMEONE?
Everyone likely likes at least someone.

23. ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED?
I have no idea.

24. FAVORITE CLOTHING BRAND?
Nautica I think.

25. WHAT’S YOUR DREAM CAR?
Uh… one where someone else is driving me.

26. DO YOU HAVE A MYSPACE?
No.

27. WHAT’S THE FUNNIEST THING YOU’VE EVER DONE?
I have no idea, but people seem t laugh at the way I say things at times.

28. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING?
That is something one cannot help, so it depends on the situation.

29. WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU?
I do not do well with words; I prefer actions at most.

30. SAY A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A HUNDRED :
Thirteen.

31. BLONDES OR BRUNETTES?
Brunettes.

32. WHAT IS THE ONE NUMBER YOU CALL OFTEN?
That is hilarious.

33. WHAT ANNOYS YOU MOST?
Being bothered when I am busy.

34. HAVE YOU BEEN OUT OF THE US?
Once from what I know, but that was because I was born there.

35. YOUR WEAKNESSES?
Mental handicaps.

36. FIRST JOB?
I have not had one yet.

37. EVER OWNED A BUNNY? HOW MANY?
No, but my sister did.

38. EVER DONE A PRANK CALL?
My friends tried to get me to but I found it ridiculous.

39. WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE YOU FILLED OUT THIS?
Feeling like crap due to being sick and eating bread.

40. IF YOU COULD GET PLASTIC SURGERY WHAT WOULD IT BE?
I’d rather have a removal one.

41. WHY DID YOU FILL OUT THIS SURVEY?
I like surveys.

42. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST?
Uh…

43. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF ALCOHOL BECAME ILLEGAL?
I would not care; I am likely allergic to it.

44. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?
Books, music or video/dvds.

45. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT?
None really.

46. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
My middle name was after my god mother I believe.

47. DO YOU WISH ON STARS?
I did when younger.

48. WHICH FINGER[S] IS YOUR FAVORITE?
I like all of them.

49. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY?
I cannot remember… perhaps it was simply that day mentioned in number 12.

50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?
No, but I find writing awkward and trying anyway.

51. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?
I am not fond of meat… I guess chicken though.

52. ANY BAD HABITS?
Trichotillomania and likely some other things.

53. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING CD ON THE SHELF?
Uh… I guess Billy Joel, but I do not find it embarrassing.

54. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?
I do not know; possibly.

55. HAVE YOU EVER TOLD A SECRET YOU SWORE NOT TO TELL?
There is a likelihood, since I cannot remember things well; either way, it would have been unintentional.

56. DO LOOKS MATTER?
In this world/reality, yes apparently.

57. HOW DO YOU RELEASE YOUR ANGER?
It has been a while since I have been angry… it depends on my state of mind at the time.

58. WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME?
Uh… the rest of the house that is outside my room.

59. DO YOU TRUST OTHERS EASILY?
Not really… but lately I question… Perhaps it is appathy.

60. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD?
It was a toy cat that my sister’s damn dog ruined.

61. HOW MANY NUMBERS ARE IN YOUR CELL PHONE?
I have not looked at that thing for around nine months now.

62. DO YOU USE SARCASM?
Assumably, yes.

63. WHY WAS 63 MISSING?
I don’t care really.

64. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN A MOSH PIT?
No, and I doubt I would ever want to be in one.

65. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL?
That is too complicated.

66. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?
Eh…

67. DO YOU LIKE TO GO WHEEEEEE?!
I would not know.

68. DO YOU UN-TIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?
No, I am lazy.

69. HAVE YOU NOTICED NUMBERS 63 AND 67 WERE MISSING?
Sixty seven is not missing and all it shows is lack of originality as well as laziness; congradulations.

70. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?
Simple vanilla.

71.WHATS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE?
I do not have a favorite, but I have those I like.

72. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE COLORS?
Blue, green and teal. Black is my favorite shade.

73. YOUR FAVORITE BAND?
None really.

74. HOW MANY WISDOM TEETH DO YOU HAVE?
Mine have not really come in yet.

75. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?
That would be ridiculous.

76. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?
MCR – I never told you what I do for a Living.

77. LAST THING YOU ATE?
Bread, as mentioned a coupel times earlier.

78. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
Uh… probably my dad.

79. WHATS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?
Eh… that is tough.

80. FAVORITE THOUGHT PROVOKING SONG?
I’m not much for thinking at the moment, but I guess “Shimmer” in my case.

81. FAVORITE THING TO HATE?
I lack in that area at the moment.

82. FAVORITE DRINK?
Soda.

83. FAVORITE ZODIAC SIGN:
Sun: Aquarius. Chinese: Tiger.

84. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SPORT?
None really.

85. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR?
Black.

86. YOUR EYE COLOR?
Brown.

87. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES?
IMy face has to be around seven inches away from the computer screen to be able to read it easily without my glasses on.

88. SIBLINGS?
Sister and brothers.

89. FAVORITE MONTH?
Months with fall weather.

90. DO YOU LIKE SUSHI?
I dislike fish for food.

91. LAST THING YOU WATCHED?
NCIS.

92. Favorite Day of the Year?
Eh…

93. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT?
I am leery of relationships, much less going out.

94. SUMMER OR WINTER?
Fall.

95. KISSES OR HUGS?
Hugs.

96. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS?
Neither.

97. WHO IS THE MOST LIKELY TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?
A person who is bored or who likes surveys.

98. WHO IS THE LEAST LIKELY TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?
People who hate surveys.

99. BIGGEST FEAR?
Failing in life, and that means a lot of things.

100. IS ANYONE IN LOVE WITH YOU?
Depends on the kind of love you speak of.

1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.
“The Truth’s superb surprise”

2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What are you touching?
Oxygen molecules.

3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?
It was either the history of fire or Law and Order, I cannot recall which was first.

4. Without looking, guess what time it is?
1:30 AM

5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?
1:26 AM

6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
I do not hear the computer. I have headphones on and am listening to music.

7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
I went to the grocery store on Saturday.

8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?
The journal on a DA account.

9. What are you wearing?
Jeans, a loose shirt, a leather jacket, a watch, a chain dog collar modified to fit my wrist and glasses.

10. Did you dream last night?
I likely did, but I have a poor memory.

11. When did you last laugh?
Um… Maybe today… I do not pay attention.

12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?
A small shoji screen, a plaque with miniature Korean mask replicas in it, two oriental crane scrolls, brass keys, a poster I was given as a present and some sort of picture thing with words on it given as a present.

13. Seen anything weird lately?
Not that I can recollect.

14. What do you think of this quiz?
It is good to use in order to relax.

15. What is the last film you saw?
A Charlie Chaplin movie.

16. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?
I would not know. I would likely put most of it in the bank.

17. Tell me something about you that I don’t know.
Well, you alread do not even know who I am… *Smiles* I like blue. There.

18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
One would have to get pretty specific, choose his or her words carefully and take many things into consideration… I’m too tired at the moment to do all of that.

19. Do you like to dance?
Depends on my mood… great for exercise though.

20. George Bush.
That is quite a question, is it not?

21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?
I’d use a boy’s name.

22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?
I’d use a girl’s name.

23. Would you ever consider living abroad?
I’m too tired to comprehend “abroad”.

24. What do you want God to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?
St. Peter is the one at the gates.

25. 5 people who must also do this in THEIR journal are…?
I do not know many people and if anyone manages to look at my journal, then it is a complete stranger.

Huh… I forgot to changed the time when daylight’s saving occured… it says it is 2:37 for the journal… It lies!

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who have a split personality – cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart.In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you’re told that you’re loved. You’d like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring. You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please. Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future… one you can grow with. Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment. You think of marriage as something precious. You’ll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred. In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You’ll do anything for love, but you won’t fall for it easily.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?

I had a nice chat with Kyle Friday morning. I saw a picture of his boyfriend. They look cute together. I wish them luck. Other than that, the morning was uneventful, but that is to be expected. I had awoken around five, which was two hours after I had gone to bed. I did some chores, took a shower around seven and at some point, I have no idea when, I went back to sleep. I awoke again around ten thirty. I was up for the remainder hours fooling around on the computer.

My dad arrived around one thirty. Soon after, we hit the grocery store. My mother was not there so I had to guess at what to get her. We got back, put up groceries and I think by three to four I went to bed. I awoke again around six when my parents left for the party. The rest of the day was uneventful. CP and Neko lacked in making appearances, but they are likely preoccupied with college or their parents. Oh, and SED is annoying.

Saturday was spent mostly sleeping really. I had stayed up late into the night hoping to get a glimpse of one of the girls. No such luck occurred. The day is relatively a blur. Oh, we stopped at the “mall” to get my mother a scarf and hat. Whilst there, I looked for a black tie. The day before, when my father and mother returned from the party, I tried on his tie and found I liked it… so much that I wanted one of my own. I did not want any of his… just a black one would do nicely.

Also whilst snooping around, my father saw a hat that he thought screamed my name. I tried it on for the heck of it. I liked it so wore it throughout the store until they told me to take it off lest the workers think I was out to steal it. I mean, hey, if it was going to be bought what reason was there… It was bought and I wore it home.

At some point, around five we went out to eat. I do not remember the name… other than it had to do with “Jefferson”. The place was okay. After glancing through the menu, I thought I was doomed. It was full of meat and seafood dishes. Both things are not of my preferences. I lucked out by getting a plate full of the side orders… “Veggie plate”. The end of the meal it was decided to get cheesecake. I was not necessarily interested in the kind they had there. It seems my judgment was correct. My mother got me one for whatever reason was in her head. I had told her I was freakishly full. Oh well. She got a different kind for herself and my brother had chocolate cake with ice cream on the side. I tried my share. I tried hers. I gave mine to my father. My ways are plain and simple. It is something I have come to expect.

On the way back, we stopped by Hastings and Blockbuster since my father was in search of a movie he mentioned to me. I expressed an interest to watch it. Being who he is, if I show even the faintest interest or knowledge of something I “must” have it… or something like that. Eesh.

Both cases were fruitless, but my brother got two rentals and the entire family here watched one of them. I saw my share in that one movie, so I guess I will save the movie my father wanted me to see later.

Yeah, I got ahead of myself. We did get the movie he wanted me to see. Well, my brother was the one who got it. He stopped by Wal-Mart after we got home to look for it. If I wake up late into the night, maybe I will watch it. If not, I will see it tomorrow or the like. Other than that, the day was uneventful. I think I might wear the tie everyday. It is comfortable.

Sunday was uneventful. I woke up around nine; my mother and father were missing so I assumed they went to church. My brother was gone, I believe. It was to go bowling with his fellow workers. I did my chores and eventually took a shower. When my parents returned I meandered outside my room, since my dad would be leaving at some point, so I had best see him as much as possible before he went.

Sadly, I was feeling very tired still, so I likely lacked in being there. Happily, my family understands me for the most part. I did hug him a lot though. I was dozing off some at the nearing point of my father’s leaving and then he went. I waved him bye.

After that, I retreated to my room and hit the bed. Most of the day was spent there. I suppose it was to be expected. I got up and did chores or read here and there, but lacked in consciousness for the most part. I think mother gave me my medicine though.

At some point, after doing some laundry and the like, I stopped to watch that movie my father was adamant about getting me the other night. It was okay. I was apparently expecting more from it, but it was good enough. It was rather slow and uneventful. The main character’s back-stories were what were the most interesting if anything. I believe I expected more for the ending as well. I guess it would be like a book that I liked enough to read, but would not care to buy. Who knows though? I might want to watch it again come one of these days.

My mother had ordered pizza some while earlier. My brother came into my room some point near the end of the movie to tell me so as well as something about him buying me a Christmas gift. I made one of those comments where the words would seem callus but are not… or something like that, I believe. Maybe it was just a scolding. I never care for people “surprising” me. I do not do well with things that I do not know about, especially in terms of my birthday and Christmas. I say what I wish for, and expect only that much or less. To receive something unexpected somewhat deters me I believe. It makes me uncomfortable. Usually in dealings with Christmas, I do not like it when someone gives me something and I lack the ability to return the favor.

My mother says that it is not about that, that my brother wants to do it and it is therapeutic for him in terms of how he was in previous years or something. That does not change things from my standpoint though. I suppose it is my… estranged ways to things. Well, not exactly estranged, as that is more of a negative term… but what I speak of does deal with detachment. I was helping my mother hand up some last minute ornaments and made comment about it in a way. Her dog was barking and it was annoying me. The conversation went on and eventually I noted that I was not much of a dog person, maybe I even said animal… I cannot be certain. I paused and then noted that I was not much of a human person either and she agreed.

That caused me to think of how agoraphobic I would still be if I were alone outside. I function just dandy when out shopping with my mom or be it someone else of the family. I feel comfortable enough to meander on my own at times even. It is when I cannot find whoever I came with do I start to panic. I also think of scenarios of if I were to have come alone, just how awkward and lost I would be. That is my dependency right there. I am relatively fine being someone’s shadow. I always have been I think. I wonder what I would do without my family here. My guess is that I would either become a hermit and lack function to leave the house, or I would eventually learn to get used to such things.

It is hard to tell. I remember how well I did in the end of schemes when it came to school. In the very end, I cracked and went good-bye. I have strange thoughts too. I have mentioned want for a gas mask. People ask why, and truthfully, I do not know. I think they look neat, I guess. I saw a man walking somewhere – likely home – with groceries in his hand. I thought of how I would likely be doing the same thing when older, since I do not drive. I saw myself doing the job in a gas mask. I think it was because the air outside bothered me that day.

Anyway, my mother eventually asked me to polish three things of silver… a tray, a sugar bowl and a cream holder. I got to work on that. In the midst of it I asked my mom if I struck her as the type who appeared to be patient. I ask this because I know I am not. She answered no. I knew she was aware I lacked patience, so I repeated what I meant. She then replied to someone who did not know me well would likely think I would be patient. I thought that would be the case. I need to have it affirmed. I think that is why I ask questions, pertaining to me, towards Kyle and her. I know I do not understand how things work in terms of how one acts and the like. I like to know what I do to get the gist of how I react to the world. I will not understand how I do things incorrectly, but I would be able to tell that I did whatever occurred. I wonder what that makes me really.

Oh yeah, the polish’s smell and chemicals were getting to my eyes. Either my mother or me mentioned that the gas mask would be put to use whenever I did such chores.

I fell asleep again after that. I woke up again around nine I believe. Around ten or so, Neko showed up much to my pleasure. I gave her and her sister my “Christmas gift” early. Based on past years, it seems the safest thing to do. In turn, and much to my surprise, she sent me a birthday gift they made for me. I guess I am still not used to the idea, because they have sent me things before. Well, when two rolled around I shooed her off because of the possibility of her going to school. The rest of the night I worked on the epilogue of my story. I had not felt pleased with the ending of it, but did not know what to do about it for the longest time. It came to me that night. I got to work on it and finished around three or four. I went to bed then.

My mother woke me an hour later on Monday morning to give me my medication. I fell asleep again after that. Almost all of the daylight hours were spent sleeping. Time awake was merely spent on cleaning. I did go back to look over the Epilogue written, since I did not the night before. It seemed to make sense. Oh yeah, and Kyle is a cool little bastard and I love him despite he is not actually little anymore. Damn him as well. Ah, love-hate…

I saw Neko that night and had a splendid time seeing her; despite we were our usual selves, meaning lack of conversation. I showed her some pictures I had sketched up and inked. They were nothing great; as I have not the patience for such things anymore – not that those works were considerably great either… But! I showed her them anyway. To my pleasure, she likes how I draw eyes. That is something I care about putting time in when drawing. We piddled after that and eventually I shooed her off to bed since she and her sister had their last exams looming over them the next day. I wished her luck.

I went to bed not too long after and woke again around five when my mother gave me my medication and some vitamins. I remained there for an hour… I do not remember why though. Well, I arose and hit to doing my chores. Dusting day, oh what a joy it is. Heh. After I finished with that, my mother wished me a happy birthday I believe… She gave me the books I had requested from my father. I was quite delighted at the sight of them and thanked her. For some reason she did a little ditty saying happy birthday in a singsong like voice and then explained she could not sing. I made some sort of comment that likely dealt with gratefulness that she did not.

I did some laundry and then headed for my room to skim through one of the books, which was more of a picture book comprised of pictures from an art exhibition. It was decent. Around the time my mother took leave, which was likely around seven I got to work on the longest book I got. It was somewhere in the four hundreds. I read it until four-twenty, with occasional stops in between for a shower, food, chores or letting the dog out. In the end, I was quite pleased with the book.

I took a nap when ten-forty rolled around and woke again around two-forty. Would you not know it? The net decided to f— with me just a minute or so before I awoke. I know this because CP tried contacting me and before the signal was cut off, it read the time the message was sent. Signing on was not allowed for me on anything net related. I noted this to my brother, since he was awake. When I was coherent enough again to consider my actions, I felt some guilt. He works hard during the night. He does not need the Internet being a pain to add onto his night. I get the feeling though, that if I told him to go back to what he was doing, he’d keep on trying to fix the problem until it is fixed or he has to give up.

I lounged in the living room for a while, waiting to either wake up or fall asleep. I ended up waking up. I saw something at the corner of my eye again. It was white again. Last time it happened was when I was passing my mother’s brightly lit bathroom. It was not shadows playing trick on me. The whole area was too bright. I swore I had seen a man in there though. He was pale and such, but I saw a human nonetheless. I of course ignored this because it was early morning, my mother had just left the room and I have had a history of this sort of thing thinking it was normal.

This time it was not as big. I was in the living room, as said. In a shadowed corner next to me what where I saw it. I thought it might have been my cat, since he was white. No… No, it was not. My cat was nowhere in sight. I looked all around the chair I was in and scanned the room. That cat had not been in there. After checking over again, I decided to write about it tonight. It was bothering me badly.

Huh. I always write this stuff out now. No wonder I keep up this thing. Despite 99.9% of the time it is utter bull, when the things that start bugging me occur, I can write it in this with ease out of habit. That is comforting I guess. Yeah. I remember now. I started writing because no one was there to talk to or tell things to. Either my friends did not understand me (which made sense considering I was bi-polar at the time so of course they did not understand someone such as I), or the person would be asleep and I was not very trusting back then anyway. Ah, therapy…

Well, I’ll quit this now. I have been writing things in more detail, as seen in my last entry. That is because I did something different last time. I typed out things that happened during the week into notepad and by then end of a week I posted it. I’m doing that now, but the cycle broke with the little number on the white-thing. Well, that was necessary. I still feel somewhat uneasy about it, I think, despite I wrote it out to ease my mind some.

Anyway, back to what was being noted. I am changing how I approach my way of journal writing. The reason is that my memory is dwindling more. I am sure I will have Alzheimer when older – huh, my brother gave up just now (3:19). My memory is worse and worse. I will be doing something like chores, for instance. I’ll be taking out the trash and as I step out the door I remind myself, that I will need to replace the trash bag when I reenter, but then I note that I’ll likely forget after I enter again in just a minute. True to what I have come to find, I forget. I go off and leave the trashcan now empty of a trash bag and go off to do something else. The next time I enter the kitchen does it come to me again that I need to replace the bag. It happens with laundry and the like.

It happens even with food. I will cook something because I actually feel hunger right then. I forget about the food soon enough after I start cooking it. An hour or so later, maybe longer, do I remember it. I think that is the main reason I am leery of stoves and ovens. Not only do I burn myself due to my careless head, I tend to forget that I was using it. That is not a good combination. I avoid learning how to cook properly because of such as well.

I think I will go to sleep after I eat. I am starting to feel tired again, I think. Part of me has belief that the reason I do not think as much or write out my thoughts as much as I used to is due to sleep. I sort it all out in my head, I assume. I would not know, since I do not remember dreams that much anymore, but I am sure I likely have them. Besides, I was lying down just now. I was thinking odd thoughts about if I may be loony. For all I know I could be making my entire family up or something. They could all be a figment of my version of reality… or maybe I am not real… not exactly. Maybe I am lacking sleep. Maybe I was more affected by the white-thing than I thought. Maybe I am simply thinking too much again… I swear my mother gave me my medicine though…

Oh well.

I went to bed close to four and awoke again around six on Wednesday morning for my pills. Eating did not seem appeasing, so 3/4 a waffle was wasted. I waited until seven to rise and I hit to cleaning. I then later read my other book, I think around eight. I finished it about two hours later. It was cool enough. I did some writing and then resumed sleeping again after I took a shower. I believe it was around ten by then. I woke again around one, I believe, and worked on writing some and then did two more sketches.

It is unanimous; I cannot draw that of the male sex. All of them turn out looking like pretty boys or boyish girls. Oh well. It was a bit amusing with one drawing though, since the guy likely would have been a pretty BOY, but he looked freakishly like a girl. Oops.

I did other chores after that, like vacuuming, since my brother was in the shower. I always try to do that sort of stuff when he is gone, and since he sleeps most of the day and then watches television… Well, I hate disturbing him.

Wednesday to Thursday morning is a blur. I know I did stuff, I just do not remember. I think it had something to do with organizing as well as all those ridiculous drawings I keep. I did my chores and stayed up until around eight I think. I slept until around one or two. I did more chores and then took a shower. The dog ruined the carpet again, after I cleaned the bloody thing yesterday. I dislike dogs greatly for such. Oh well.

The rest of the day was spent scanning in pictures. Interestingly enough I joined DA of all things. I think I gave in because I hated deleting things… and I am paranoid of ever losing things I hold dear. I only have a small portion of all my BS up, but it is fine with me. This will be a long and enduring process. I’ll likely lose sleep over it though. Damn. Oh well.

I am going to finish this now. I likely will be too preoccupied for this journal for a while.

~ Ciao.

The Advertising Slogan Generator‘s take on the word/name Nyx:

All You Need is a Nyx and a Dream.
That one makes sense… O.o…

Silly Rabbit, Nyx is for Kids.
That is wrong… so wrong…

Don’t Be Vague. Ask for Nyx.
That also makes sense… or it does to me.

Nothing Works Better Than a Nyx.
I beg to differ.

The Nyx Of Paradise.
That is an intriguing thought.

The Nyx that Smiles Back.
Now that is just scary.

Feel The Raw Naked Nyx Of The Road.
Oh, god that is wrong. Nevertheless, I am laughing.

Tomorrow we are going shopping. It will be more of a languid outing. It is not necessarily Christmas shopping, but if we see something that screams out a family member’s name, then yes. My mother is going mainly to find gifts for her fellow workers. I am going to kill time. I am not too certain about my brother… maybe he is the same in my case.

A week from today my dad will be down here again. My mother is going to a work party that day and wanted him to come along. He will leave on Sunday though. Poor Dad. However, he will be moving into his apartment tomorrow! I hope that he will be happier once that is settled.

After that, my birthday will be coming up, which is odd. I suppose I am impartial to the day. I do not dread, nor to I anticipate it. To me it is another day. After that my brother’s birthday will come around and eventually Christmas. If there is anything else for this month, I am unaware.

~Huh…

My “perfect” guy:
Smells like sandalwood.
Has eyes that change colors.
Is freakishly tall.
Sings without a care.
Dresses up (tie, dress shirt and the like…) for no reason.
Chooses a teardrop to be his favorite shape.
Has stringy black hair that falls constantly over his eyes.
Does magic tricks for a hobby.
Seems to never get cold.
Shaves his underarms.
Can lead an engaging conversation with ease.
Has a thing for masks.
Knows how to cook.
Has a dry, sarcastic sense of humor.
Doesn’t mind being poked in the stomach.
Likes collecting swords.
Is cold on the outside but is undeniably warm hearted.
Doesn’t mind being a “bartender” to me.
Can play songs on the piano by ear.
Will run around in a cape.
Has a spectacular memory (and helps me remember things).

My “perfect” girl:
Smells like roses.
Has one blue eye and one green.
Is around my height.
Goes on long walks in the rain without an umbrella (and does not get sick from it).
Still plays dress up with Halloween costumes when the mood strikes.
Loves symbolism.
Has an annoying cowlick in her auburn hair.
Does ventriloquism for a hobby.
Lets me use her legs like a blanket to warm myself up.
Doesn’t shave her legs.
Knows the value of quiet time.
Has a thing for wearing men’s dress shirts. (Hot…)
Knows how to fix almost anything.
Has a quirky, odd-ball sort of humor.
Understands that expressing love is very awkward.
Likes collecting comics.
Will hold long, unimportant conversations with me over strange beliefs.
Is undeniably kind and understanding.
Can whistle my favorite song.
Will speak her “own language”.
Is a walking dictionary.

I ended up having a cold on Tuesday. Therefore, I felt terrible most of the week and was often in bed. I resumed my usual routine though. I did my chores. I found I would get winded as well as clammy after doing them and of course found it pathetic.

I concluded that I feel human most when not around humans. I noted this to my mother, which she found odd. It made sense to me though. I had nothing to necessarily compare myself to. I was not around people who spoke of things I had little knowledge of. I did not feel the role of the outcast. I believe I would be suited for living like characters such as Quasimodo or Erik in terms of solitude.

We did not go grocery shopping on Friday and instead went today. My cold eased some, but then again I was sleeping even more than usual. I still became winded and clammy, which was annoying. I am still utterly grateful for liquids and feel sorry for those less fortunate.

Even in my less favorable of health, I have been reading. It is ridiculous how many stories I am reading all at once. I believe I am getting the many different plots tangled together. Oh well. The stories intrigue me and yet they are not finished. Sigh.

The picture of the cat is finally finished. I believe I completed it on Tuesday or Wednesday. I cannot be certain. After so much shading in pen to make it a black cat, it was ruined due to coloring with marker. It did not occur to me that the ink would be diminished by the wetness of the ink. Alas, the deed is done. It is still a decent enough picture and thus shall be kept. I worked on another, this time with charcoal, of the legs of a ballerina. The reason for such, I have not the slightest. I perhaps just have a penchant for pretty legs like I do for arms. For shame…

I finished the drawing on Friday. In the middle of it, I left to accompany my mother on taking tour of houses for sale. As noted, I believe, we are in a rental home. We looked at two houses.

The first was splendid, but out of consideration of what sort of furniture we own, I was highly questionable of where it would go. Then again, I am one for order. My parents would likely put things wherever they will fit rather then how well they will look and balance out.

The second was not quite something I had seen before. It was interesting to say the least. I found it likeable. My mother begged to differ. When leaving, a Siamese came out from across the street and I was automatically enchanted. I realized I showed more enthusiasm over a mere feline than of the lovely homes. I suppose I am indeed a cat lover. The creature was either quite amiable to strangers or I was simply approachable. Either way, to my delight I started coddling it. I loved the meow! Sigh. I had to take leave though. It was a shame. I wish to get a Siamese and raise it one day.

It is amazing how time flies for me. Soon it will be Thanksgiving, which will turn to December and then my birthday to my brother’s on towards Christmas. As mentioned elsewhere in this journal of unimportant rambles, Thanksgiving will take at my eldest brother’s abode. I will likely do as usual. I will get myself a modest plate, eat alone, be the first to finish and then meander on off elsewhere. It should be hilarious by now to not know I am a creature of solitude.

My mother intends me to get a haircut when there, and I suppose it is necessary. After that, my father will come down with us and stay here for the remainder of his Thanksgiving holiday. I hate to think I disappoint him, considering that I usually am locked away in the room I occupy, but it is my nature. I will admit I step outside my room more when he visits, but I still tend to stay away.

I also changed the title of that “dreadful” story yet again. It first was “Forgotten”, then “Effluo”, then “Guardians”, et cetera… This is perhaps the sixth change. “Touch”. I am such a silly creature. Oh well.

Random Quizzes:

LONER
To put it bluntly. You have no friends. You like
being by yourself. You like to read, are smart,
and are shy. But if you put your mind to
something you are determined!

What r u? Prep, Goth, Randm, Loner, Punk, etc… Awesome resultz! 1st evr so be nice!
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I would hope that was a given.

CLOSED EYES
You have Closed Eyes!
Positive Traits: Intelligent, Creative, Imaginative, Loyal, Honourable
Negative Traits: Depressed, Withdrawn, Pessimistic, Fatalistic, Avoidant

Your eyes are the windows to your soul. What type of eyes do you have?
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Hm… Yep.

I doubt I have much else to type. I simply figured I had best type all of this now before I forgot it.

~ And the collision of your kiss that made it so hard…

I read Gaston Leroux’s The Phantom of the Opera. I, being a slow reader, took over four hours to read the text even though the size was around 350 pages, slightly more. It was all right. I was not enthralled, but it was not terribly boring. I simply cannot find it amazingly memorable. Truthfully, it is somewhat a blur now that I have finished.

It had occurred to me once, after I had watched the 2004 movie that it oddly reminded me of the infamously mentioned story that I began when I was thirteen. After reading the book though, I feel self-assured they are barely alike in text. The topic of the latest movie version does make me consider the main characters deformity, though.

In the book, he is like a “living corpse”; in the musical on Broadway (I have not seen this version) and the latest movie half of the face is intact. From the small amount of research I have done, it seems to be toned down each passing decade. It would not surprise me if in the end he were merely a tormented artist with moments of insanity – no disfiguration that causes need to hide.

Seriously.

Looking at the movie, he did not look frightful at all. If anything were to be terrified of it would be his anger. Sure, sure… one could say that back in that century such a deformity would make a great commotion. These days though, it is “nothing”. For impact, I say stick with the original concept. He is not supposed to be some gorgeous, dark, brooding, mysterious, seductive man.

Wait… never mind. This is year 2005. People go for eye candy and complete distortion of original pieces. Disney is a great example for that.

… I think the entire book is lost to me now. My memory is not a wonderful one. I still believe I have the main points in mind… they just are not in order. Oh well.

My Obsessesion, The Phantom… by masked_phantom
Name
Age
Fav Colour
You love the Phantom because…	He is a genius…
Your favourite scene from the movie…	On the roof top of the opera populaire…
Favourite Phantom’s costume…	He looks great in all of em!
Favourite Phantom’s song…	He sounds good in all of them!!!
Favourite Phantom’s mask…	He looks sexier without the mask on…
You wish the Phantom…	Proposes to you…

What Character from The Phantom of the Opera Are You? by Rubador
Name
Age
Favorite Color
You Sing	Wandering Child
You Are	The Phantom

What song from Phantom of the Opera is fit for you? by ThePhantress

~ That is all…

Sigh… Well, Friday as usual was grocery day. After that, my mom dragged me to a Chinese restaurant that was not up to par with me the last time. I was pleasantly surprised the second time. We still had leftovers and I ate enough to be two meals for me, which is the amount that would be half a meal for some.

Saturday my mom wanted me to go to an alANON meeting with her around one. I was relatively bored. Meetings and the like never was my thing. Sure, the speaker’s story was interesting to hear and I smiled and occasionally laughed at the jokes. I just am not for such gatherings, I guess.

After that, she dragged me to the library. It was the first time we entered it. It was rather big compared to what I am used to, and somewhat overwhelmed me. I just silently followed my mother around. For some reason she got me a library card. I never was much of a library check out person.

She got a few books and I again just quietly piddled near her. As I waited, I saw some quotes plastered about. I found one I rather liked.

“If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.” ~ Henry David Thoreau, Walden, Conclusion, 1854

We came back home and I hit the bed while she went to another meeting. For a while, I had not been feeling well stomach wise. It suddenly struck me that night. I am lactose intolerant. Now, I never had proof on such, I simply naturally avoided milk and other such dairy products. The thing is, I have been drinking two to three bowls of milk a day due to cereal the past week. All through the week, I had been feeling sick and the like. I looked up the symptoms and I was actually undergoing some of them.

I decided next time I ate cereal I would try it with my mother’s soymilk. When I did, I just added a little milk because truthfully, I do not like soymilk. It worked out okay. I did not drink the milk after eating the cereal though. Perhaps I will ask for some calcium pills next grocery shopping. That is the only reason I have been sticking to the cereal for so long – the calcium from the milk.

Today was just another piddling day. I woke up around eight because the power went on and off and the sound of my computer dying and rebooting of course would wake me up. By the time I am awake and switch the power strip off, the power stops completely. I stay up after that and do my chores. My mom was missing, so I vacuumed. It seems she went to church. I spent the day sleeping much. Rainy days always have that effect on me.

Well, the coming Wednesday I get to see the doctor. What fun that shall be… Then on Friday, I will go up north to where my brother resides. It is his birthday on the seventh, if I am not wrong. My father will be there as well.

Other than that, I made some sprites, fooled around with some things, drew a few mindless pictures and received some music from CP and Neko. Joy.

Oh yeah, as a memo, my brother owes me ten dollars. I lent him it tonight so he could get food.

Quiz Me:

You are very distubed and you need help. You tend
not to realize your talents and your worth.

How dark are you?
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Tell me something new.

—

December,

Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in
games and interactions. Impatient and hasty.
Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to
be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises.
Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and
trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered.
Changing personality. Not egoistic. Take high
pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to
joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.

What does your birth month reveal about you? (read memo)
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Loyal? Yes. Generous? I have no idea. Sexy? That is hilarious. Patriotic? I doubt. Active in games and interactions? No. Impatient and hasty? Depends. Ambitious? Doubtful. Influential in organizations? No. Fun to be with? No. Loves to socialize? No. Loves praises? I am not certain. Loves attention? Not a lot. Loves to be loved? I think. Honest and trustworthy? I hope I am. Not pretending? I have a hard time at pretending. Short tempered? I used to be. Changing personality? I suppose. Not egoistic? I do not know. I’d have to ask for other’s opinions. Take high pride in oneself? That sounds foreign. Hates restrictions? Yes. Loves to joke? I like hearing dry remarks, but am not much at making jokes. Good sense of humor? Depends. Logical? Depends.

~The Vampire Sheep