My fanfiction profile

[c3childs]

I decided I don't want this up on that site anymore. I don't know why, I just don't. Still, I don't want to just delete it. So here it is, in all it's pointlessness:


My hobbies are reading, drawing(terribly), and writing. I don't like 'outside'. I think I might be crazy, but I blame my genes because these people who are my family, yeah they got issues. I'd love to sit down and talk to a shrink or somthing and get their opinion and drive them insane. It'd be fun. But hey, Deadpool's crazy and look how great he's doing. I also like sarcasm and chocolate. I think out loud sometimes and I have damned a laptop to hell once. If you'd written out a chapter and the thing decided it wanted to freeze up or do that 'click click' die thing, you would to.

I adore the bands Paramore (whose songs have been tickling my muse's big, blue ears),Switchfoot and Jon Foreman's songs. The Moon is a Magnet is a new favorite. Youtube them or something. Flyleaf, Anthony Evans, Needtobreathe, Ronnie Freeman, Phil Wickham, Red, Michael Buble (he's cute and talented!), Yoko Kanno, Skillet, Jimmy Needham (he's incredible), Smokie Norful (the principal of the matter), Jamie-Grace (check out her youtube channel) others I can't recall/think of. Jazz, Blues, Gospel, Rock (selective few), I like all genres, I reckon (never use that word in real life), minus techno, metallica, rap, and straight SCREAMO (can you say 'demonic'?).

I hate algebra and its teachings and I have a deep abiding resentment for its founders. Who are Greek guys with names I can't hope to spell without the freaking paper. Pathererous (sp?)

The one thing that MUST be on here: READ TED DEKKER BOOKS! Heaven's Wager is a good start, as is House which will totally have you hooked! Don't get the movie though, it STUNK!

Other stuff about me: I love babies! They are so cute and funny and soft and downright hilarious at times. I don't want any of my own though. If I do end up married (he so tricked me), and have a kid or two, they better be boys. Girls are high maintenance when they're older (and younger. All thoose accesories.) But it's odd that I say I don't want kids (which I don't) but I have a name picked out that my sister (Klepto) is trying to take for the kids she also is not having.

I want a Camaro. The Challenger is all right. The new Mustang is the fugliest thing ever.

Big dogs are the only kinds of dogs that are actually dogs. Those little yipper, though cute, don't count. If I can kick it (not that I would) across the yard like a football, it is not a dog.

I don't like sports. I will, however, watch football, basketball, and boxing with my daddy. Huge daddy's girl, I am.

I like guns. I like shooting things. I don't get to practice near as much as I'd like though. Stupid city limits.
 

12/19/2010

Kwanza is standing near her boyfriend, next to his truck. Aside from herself, her sister, and aforementioned boyfriend, Deere, they're the only ones around.

"Get in the car," Kwanza said. "We're gonna go in a second."

Blue has one leg in the car, the other out with a hand on the top of the door.

"Really? A second?" Blue leans forward slightly and says deliberately, "One!"

"Get in the car!"

Laughing like only one hyped up on liquid chocolate can, Blue does so. For a while, she entertains herself as she did the first time she was sent to the car: listen to Skillet. As she's singing along off-key, she happens to glance out the window. Her sister is held back to chest by Deere who is swaying slightly. Only one thought occurs to her. She opens the door and stands up.

"Did y'all want some mood music to go with this?" She cracks up laughing at the looks on their faces. Did they forget she was here? Or had eyes?

Deere and Kwanza break out in shocked/embarrassed laughter. Blue continues with her generous offer.

"'Cause I got some Michael Buble 'Sway' on here -" she starts laughing again. "You know. If you want it."

"I am going to kill you," Kwanza threatens.

"No, you're not," Blue waves it aside.

"Don't hurt her while you're driving."

"Fine. We're gonna go."

"Okay.Thank you for coming to see me."

"You're welcome," she smiles up at him.

Then to Blue's shocked amazement, Deere -from the angle she was at in the dark- kissed Kwanza. Natually, Blue squawked.