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Arcendell is most of my life
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You should look at my friend 's account. She is cool and rather crazy. I have asthma and an immune deficiency. I only have two best friends. I like to know what you think of my art. And I don't like the really crappy school I go to.
Favorite visual artistgriffsnuffFavorite moviesdeath note, CoralineFavorite TV showsGhost Hunters International, steve wilkos, teen titansFavorite bands / musical artiststhree day grace, evanescence, green dayFavorite booksGregor The Overlander and the Septimus Heap series and the last dragon seriesFavorite writersSuzanne Colans, Chris D Lacy, Favorite gamesheroes 3 of might and magic, dark cloudFavorite gaming platformdsi, nintendo 64Other Interestsplaying the flute, being the weirdest person ever
So, I play the flute in the band and I have been going to play in school band concerts for 3 years.My mom has always been the only one to come except for once when my sister had to take me. But today my mom my sister and my dad (who divorced my mom) were all supposed to come. Sadly my sister couldn't come because she was sick. And my dad couldn't come because of . . . . .what ever. My mom forgot to tell me until today. So I was sitting on the bleachers wiping away tears and trying not to burst out crying in front of everyone. I cried in front of my mom. I know my dad wanted to come. But I just couldn't stop myself. Now pardon my while I wipe my eyes.