Devious Journal Entry
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1. Post these rules.
2. Each tagged person must post 8 things about themselves on their journal.
3. At the end, you have to choose and tag 8 people and post their icons on the same journal.
4. Go to their pages and send a message saying you tagged them.
5. No tag-backs.
(1) I'm not a people person; I prefer spending my time with a few close friends rather then going out and partying with a bunch of people I don't know. Doing so makes me feel really uncomfortable and I'll go hide out in a corner to make myself invisible.
(2) My taste in music changes for whatever mood I'm in, or for what I'm writing. It surprises people that I'm usually listening to downright depressing music when I'm actually very happy.
(3) I consider myself an intelligent fan who sometimes obsesses over things, but that's okay.
(4) When I choose favorite characters, usually they wind up dead, betray the main character, or are on the side of evil.
(5) I'm extremely afraid of heights.
(6) I don't like the sun, and I don't like it when it's too hot. I usually spend my summers inside, in my basement. Where it's nice and dark and also cool. I don't tan, I just burn.
(7) I'm a night owl; I prefer staying up late and doing things at all hours of the night rather then during the day. I typically will sleep most of the day away.
(8) Taking long walks outside is a habit; and I will storm out of the house if the mood takes me. I like going out for long walks when it's overcast, or when it's raining; I really like the rain and often will spend a lot of time out of the house just walking around and listening to my iPod.
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Devious Comments
Especially 1 and 6. I hate parties... -.-' ...and knowing/being with too many people is just over-rated. ;D "I don't tan, I just burn." *raises mighty glass* UNITED WE STAND/HIDE IN THE DARKNESS.
My...I don't know what to say about me now... XD
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The wind sings, with every flutter of the angel's wings...
...Blood falling to the ground...
...praying to the clouds...
...now watch the sky as it changes...
"And only tears can heal..."
But yeah, I run out of facts about myself too easily sometimes. I don't like to talk about myself or work with people; I'm a loner by nature, which is why I despise group work so. Mostly because I don't trust people to do the work.
And it is sad, but I have fair skin. I get it from my mom, what little tan I do get isn't noticeable at all until I hold it up to my stomach, then I just look pasty. It's kind of pathetic...
I love the rain. End of story.
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Oh, that dead body? I put it there, it'll bring you good luck.
Although I have quite a few friends, there's only a select few within that group that know me properly (if you get me?) but I don't mind being alone either. I live inside my head for the majority of the time so either way I'm fine. I can be quite fussy sometimes with how I'd like things done, but I horrifically lazy too, so I just keep my mouth closed.
I have really fair skin too, yet my brother was born practically tanned.
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The wind sings, with every flutter of the angel's wings...
...Blood falling to the ground...
...praying to the clouds...
...now watch the sky as it changes...
"And only tears can heal..."
I'm fair, like my mom, my brother tans best. It's not fair, and I don't wear make-up either.
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Oh, that dead body? I put it there, it'll bring you good luck.
The only make-up I wear is black eyeliner and mascara - and they're only when I can be bothered. I don't wear anything else, like foundation and blush etc, but I presume that to be the tomboy in me really not seeing the point.
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The wind sings, with every flutter of the angel's wings...
...Blood falling to the ground...
...praying to the clouds...
...now watch the sky as it changes...
"And only tears can heal..."
Probably has something to do with how I'm not too fond of my facial structure. Meh, don't care.
My friends are all strange in their own rights; if they were too normal, I wouldn't be friends with them.
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Oh, that dead body? I put it there, it'll bring you good luck.
I don't have the best features either, and my spots are horrid too. But I think it makes people look worse when they try to use concealer on it. (Is it concealer?)
Normal is just another word for boring. Although I can be that too it would seem.
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The wind sings, with every flutter of the angel's wings...
...Blood falling to the ground...
...praying to the clouds...
...now watch the sky as it changes...
"And only tears can heal..."
My favorite accessory is a teal scarf, and I only wear make-up on very, VERY rare occasions.
I can't be normal, it's not a word in my vocabulary which could ever be associated with me. I've never let that bug me, I like who I am.
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Oh, that dead body? I put it there, it'll bring you good luck.
I'm always wearing fingerless gloves. ^^ They're now a part of me... << >>
Weird's the funnest way to be. ;D Besides, what's the point in being someone else? Who actually cares that much? And if they do, why?
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The wind sings, with every flutter of the angel's wings...
...Blood falling to the ground...
...praying to the clouds...
...now watch the sky as it changes...
"And only tears can heal..."
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