| My Life History...in a nutshell.... |
| Name: Mitsuko Maxwell Meaning of name? Beautiful girl child. Seriously! I thought it meant fourth daughter when I picked it! Age: Old enough to lie, cheat, steal, and still be a sophmore in High School Hell Signs: Rabbit, and Cancer, Measurements: I'm short, elegant, and clumsy Birthday: July 13 Eye color: Violet, green, and Brown Hair: Very curly, black with what was supposed to be red but turned into a honey blonde. I like my hair cuz it's my mane and it goes down to my shoulder blades. And I like to brag. :) History: I'm a Hook-on-Phonics kind of gal. I like rasta, pop-punk, and anime music (most of them any ways...<_<) Never been to a convention, but I love to mosh! My two sisters and I have 39 books of different mangas.( Not every one is different, of course) I used to like mayo, but now I want to go to a rave, and get in a really big mosh pit! Go Nard core!! WOOOO! Yeah, punks! Which, evidently means a homosexual male prostitute, but who am I to judge? I liked a boy named Wilson, and a boy I named Lollypop. Wilson's a pretty boy, but not Lolly, he's just cute. I used to seriosly like a boy I will call Micheal, cuz that's his name, But he totally dissed me when he found out and has become a pot head. And bisexual. And hits on my big, gay friend. I like laughing at him. I recently learned that Wilson bites this girl I thought he liked, which he does, he was just lyeing to me. Lolly I'm kind of...stalking? Except I don't follow him, I merely watch him if I see him. He's still cute, in that silent, mosher kind of way....le sigh! I'm a coward! It seems like I spend a lot of time thinking, reading, dancing, and laughing....and listening to music. Very important, this music concept. We would be weird without music. Although now, some people say music makes us weird, which is true in a way...but yeah. Now, I'm into Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy fics (Damn you lexi!) and things seem to bore me. I'm a lunch-time whore, social nitwit, and have cold feet. I'm jealous of ...and stuff, and who gives a damn anyway? I'm jealous and standoffish at Meagan because she 'took' Lexi away, although how I feel that way is impossible to explain. I'm bored constantly, worried constantly, and forever thinking of ways to get out of life. One (myself, since that's the only one I know) would say that I am in the stage suicide victims (although how can they be a victim if you did it to yourself?) go into right before they do it. Not the clinically depressed ones, mind you, the ones that no one expects to kill. And One tells me that it's because of that horrible essay coming up, but i've been feeling like this before I worried about it. The long lunch hours begin to get at me and I write stupid mopey shit I'm embarrassed to claim, and this is one of them. Fucking Johan Vasquez and his fucking Johnny shit. Fuck. Aaah, the animosity of the internet, the drink of the silently oppressed, the clinically scared, the violently timid. Well, it's time to worry if my grandfather is going to die! Bye now, it was fun! |