I turned fourteen last July, the fifth of it, to be exact. This, obviously, means I am one of the last flock of the children of the eighties. Whoo. Eighty-nine, yo. I guess what's why I'm worth $2,014,110.00.

My hobbies include (but are not limited to)... horseback riding; listening to Finguh 'Leven (Finger Eleven, yea.), TOOL, Fountainhead, A Perfect Circle, Audioslave, and other good bands; over-using the word "retard", obsessing over anything and everything that is even remotely related to the Lord of the Rings (or Master Tolkien himself); writing stories; lusting over my James (he's MINE, not yours!); procrastinating; sprechen Deutsch; chillin' at the Hood; and writing long, unncessary run-on sentences (this being a prime example).

I suppose you could say my tastes are very limited... or that I am picky in what I like. I am only able to stand heavy metal music... Rap and pop are bloody annoying to me. My "type" of guy is James Black... don't play guitar or have awesome hair or suck at writing? Go away, lest your un-James-appearance rubs off on me. (Haha, all right, I'm joking on that one. I don't have a type - Because I'm fourteen... still a child, everyone.) I also h8 iT wHeN pEoPlE tYpE lyKe dIs, because it's a disgrace to the English Language and is also utterly retarded (overusing, yay!). I do, however, like most people - unless you're a slut or plain idiot. Then you're, uh, screwed. I won't like you. Ever. (Hehe... this is fun!)

Hm, what else.

I'm extraordinarily possessive. Take my words and you will get a very angry James Black at your doorstep with a missile launcher and eraser... (he's my pet, you see.) Take my James and I'll hurt you. Badly. To the point of never getting better. ('Cause I've got a sword! Neener, neener!) Take my deodorant and I'll stink. That's bad enough, right?

Right.

Anyway. I suppose you want to know what this James-loving, retard-saying, all-around-freakish girl looks like, right? Fair enough. I've blond hair, accompanied by blue eyes, all on a 5'4" caucasian body. I dress normally. "Preppy", one might say... (I really don't like the whole goth look... I've noticed that black nail varnish makes my toes look as if there's a fungus on them). When I asked my friend, Toni, what I looked like, she replied: "Laurenish." Word up.

[[Will finish... I'm attending a bonfire! Whoo!]]

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had broken words at 6:55 p.m., on 2003-08-20.