Apparently, but it's only for a day. After that it's fine.
Oh the cervical cancer thingy? I need to have that soon. It REALLY hurts the next day apparently. Like my friend had it done when she needed to...
I'm alright I guess. Just tired, and in a fair amount of pain because I'm not used to so much walking. You?
I am a meat fan and it made me gag. Just the idea of the fat in that thing. o_o
Only thing I had to redo was my font colour. And that's easy enough. What does annoy me is the whiteness around the smilies now D: But I feel so nostalgic and at home on the site again now it's dark :'D
Name: Kaita Haruna Age:16 Pic:http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/MyHeartsABattleGround_L/Kaita-1.jpg Skill: Mage Secondary Skill: n/a Bio: Kaita is a young woman with a crippling shyness, it takes her a large amount of time to adjust to being around any person and she detests larger groups. Instead she favours being either on her own or just with her newly acquired Guardian, Cian. Despite her lack of years she's had a tough time. She's been a street-child for almost her entire life, leaving her malnourished and therefore way below the weight and height a girl her age should be, leaving her around five feet tall and looking like she should snap in half easily. She has also saw things that perhaps a child shouldn't of as a little girl.
Ohai Angelkins~ This is a very, very tired Demi posting on your profile. Is you happy now?
So I've had to spend the last two days learning to sing There's a Fine Fine Line from Avenue Q. And I have to preform it soon. o_o
Your name just makes me think "Dam dadi doo" XD
Nope, I've never been there.
It's because now people think it's okay to do pretty much anything because there isn't really a social stigma to anything any more. And people make excuses for everyone else's mistakes all the time. And if people do avoid or insult the way people choose to live their lives, even if it truly is ethically wrong and quite frankly ridiculous, they can get in trouble for discrimination or slander or whatever.
You did? o.O
We had a girl who was pregnant in my year at school last year. Everyone was pretty nice about it actually, no name calling and stuff. Though I swear me and my two best friends are the only people to of left that school virgins so calling her a slut or a whore would of been a bit pot calling the kettle black.
The small girl jumped slightly at being addressed by a member of the gang, she shrunk back behind the plant pot once more. Then in a tiny, only just audible voice that was full of fear she replied. "I-I d-d-don't-t kn-know..." Kaita trembled. "He-He was th-there an-and then he-he was n-not..."
Just revise, like loads. That's about all you can do I guess.
Even my parents can't afford to buy my tickets at the moment, it sucks D: *hiss* Near's better, but Tamaki has a hotter voice.
Sounds really crappy/stressful. Oooooo
I never get to go see films in the cinema, damn not having any money ;~; Also: lol I's had make-over :lolface: As much as I love Near I'm having a bit of a Vic Mignogna fanspasam. So Tamaki it is~
Kaita, whom hadn't moved since she collapsed outside of the theater-come-meeting hall, peered around the pot of a long since dead flower bed to see the two men in battle stance. One she straight away recognised as Paxn, one of the men who her mother worked with. Although they had never been introduced, or even really met, she knew of him and had seen him around in her brief moments away from 'training' when she was too tired and too battered to move. She quickly realised that this encounter would soon blossom into a deathly battle between the two, and there she was, trapped in a front row seat with nothing but decade old terracotta to protect her. It wasn't even as if she had enough magical power within her to cast Protect should the situation get that bad or the physical strength to remove herself from the life-dangering situation. She was well and truly screwed, or at least that's how it would seem. It all depended on how the two men would continue. She waited and watched with baited breath as the pain in her head dulled as adrenaline filled her veins, fight or flight. But, of course, she couldn't do either.
Gah, homework sucks. An NAB?
