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| Yup, that's really me over there. Are you frightened yet? Heh heh. Like the halo effect, that I've got going on? Kinda makes me look innocent, don't you think? Well now, let's see. Where shall I begin? I suppose from the start would be a good place, eh? Far, far ago, in a galaxy long, long away (Apple Valley, California), I was born. Are you excited yet? At the age of *too young to remember* I moved with my parents to the lovely state of Washington. |
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| Birthday: February 23, 1981 Age: You do the math. Height: 5' 10" Weight: 130 lbs Hair Color: Blond, some times bleached. Eye Color: Brown Other Eye: Also brown. Size of Endowment: Like I'm gonna tell you. Shoe Size: See 'Endowment' |
| As time moved on, I got older. Shocking, isn't it? I went to school at Blaine High School, located in Blaine, Wa. Blaine, incase you didn't know, is the last city on I-5 before you get into Canada. After a month into Seventh Grade, I was informed by my parents that we would be moving. We then moved to Castle Rock, Wa. Still on I-5, but this time, closer to Oregon. I continued to go to Castle Rock up until the end of my Sophomore year in high school. I was then informed, yet again, that we would be moving. Luckily, the parents of one of my friends offered to let me stay with them so I could finish high school in Castle Rock. At the end of the first semester of my Junior year, I received a phone call from my grandparents. They said that if I wanted to, I could live with them, and finish up high school back at Blaine. Naturally, I jumped at the chance and a year and a half later, I graduated from Blaine High School. Yay for me. Since then, more time has progressed. Friends have come and gone, and life gets more and more interesting every minute..... |
| What if a Much of a Which of a Wind What if a much of a which of a wind Gives the truth to a summers lie Bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun And yanks immortal stars awry. Blow king to beggar and queen to seem Blow friend to fiend : Blow space to time When skies are hanged and oceans drowned The single secret will still be man What if a keen of a lean wind flays Screaming hills with sleet and snow Strangles valleys by ropes of thing And stifles forests in white ago. Blow hope to terror Blow seeing to blind Blow pity to envy and sould to mind Whose hearts are mountains and roots are trees It's they shall cry hello to spring What if a dawn of a doom of a dream Bites this universe in two Peels forever out of his grave And sprinkles nowhere with me and you |
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| Editors' Note: We would like to apologize for the boring nature of the above section. In hopes to rectify this problem, we have included gratuitus scenes of llama below. Thank you. |
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