(Not that anyone cares, but since I'm already here, I'll start listing some things.) Since about a year and a half ago I've spend every school lunch alone, by choice. I've worn briefs my whole life, I'm an artist, and I drink an energy drink just about every day.
[QUOTE="Pearl_of_Egypt"]another thing. I don't get mad easily, it really takes a lot to get be mad. but when I'm mad, you'd better run, and run fast. pintabear49blue
I can make my tongue move like a tidal wave. I've also been attacked by a dog twice, the second time being very close to losing my right eye.ayanami_rei
My friend just recently got attacked by a dog.
She had to get surgery on her lips.
Luckily. I only have a cat and the only battle scars it can leave on me are tiny scratches.
[QUOTE="Pearl_of_Egypt"]another thing. I don't get mad easily, it really takes a lot to get be mad. but when I'm mad, you'd better run, and run fast. martialbullet
Not really, I could just make fun of your sig right there and say......uh......I think I'll just shut up.
[QUOTE="rosesforever89"][QUOTE="rosesforever89"]Ive almost died twice.martialbullet
Oh wait scratch that. Ive almost died 3 times.
wha? did you just have a near death experience right now?
Yes. A crazed lunatic jumped through my window weilding a knife and demanded I give him cake or he would kill me. I didnt have any cake so he got mad and threw the knife at me. Then he passed out from being drunk. I thought I was dead but the knife just barely missed me. As for the crazed man, my dog ate him.
Luckily. I only have a cat and the only battle scars it can leave on me are tiny scratches.
dreamdude
When I was 10, I was attacked for the first time. He got my chin and my cheek, piercing through my cheek, cutting the gum. However, the cut on my gum wasn't deep, so they didn't anything and just let it heal. Second time, I was 12. He lunged at me and locked on my head, getting very close to my right eye. The first time around, I only needed stitches. The second time, I needed stitches and staples. I had to get staples along the right side of my scalp. So he couldn't do anymore damage than he already did, I had to pry his jaw off of me by myself. The doctors told my mom that I was extremely, extremely lucky that he didn't get my eye, and that was how close he was to getting it. If he moved any farther to the left, I either a.) wouldn't have an eye, or b.) be blind in my right eye.
I also don't remember anything of my childhood. It's completely blank to me. All I remember is of the bad things--being made fun of, falling off of a 9-10 ft slide when I was in 3rd grade, landing on my neck and back, but walking away without scratches, playing the sega genesis, getting a computer, and getting attacked by a dog twice. That's all I remember. I remember more around when I was 10 than the earlier years, however.
[QUOTE="Pearl_of_Egypt"]another thing. I don't get mad easily, it really takes a lot to get be mad. but when I'm mad, you'd better run, and run fast. fidosim
I aint afraid of no bellydancer!
well you should be afraid of my mighty hips of doom!
The closest thing I've ever gotten to dancing is having jazz-like moves in my majorette routine. I've done majorettes for nine years. Then tenth grade came and I stopped. Haven't really done it since.
[QUOTE="Pearl_of_Egypt"]another thing. I don't get mad easily, it really takes a lot to get be mad. but when I'm mad, you'd better run, and run fast. Pearl_of_Egypt
I aint afraid of no bellydancer!
well you should be afraid of my mighty hips of doom!
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