For previous journals, I must state that I am sorry for any way I could have wronged said person's who have read my journals and may have taken offense to them.
I know some of my...harsher language and...now so nice thoughts tend to bother some people and as I said earlier, a few lines up I believe. I must appologize to you.
Further more, to all of you who actually do matter to me and don't pull...certain things with my school or anything of the like, I would like to inform you that I am going to a different account.
To those of you who love to watch me and add my art to your favorites, all I have to say is note me if you wish to know exactly where my new account is.
For certain person's who ask, you will not be granted this permission and for the select few who I do tell, please do not disclose who I am, or tell anyone of this.
Through all of this, and the problems that have arisen, I can simply say that, nothing, even here, written out of spite and anger, is safe from prying eyes of former friends.
So again, I appologize to those who I may have offended, I do hope that you stop pestering me and trying to get me removed from certain school actives and move on with your life.
This is not an insult of any kind, nor is it meant to be, but really? Is following around a seventeen year old who writes down her thoughts really that important to you?
To answer my question...apparently it is...so to all of my friends and people who I am not fond of, I appologize again for what has happened.
~ta
Jordii

OMG OMG OMG ! I gets to be a secret SANTA! Yay, this is my first year doing this and I can hardly wait! Oh I get to have my very own secret Santa too
But I has to make a list of what I want Oh this is going to be kinda long. To whom it may concern I am VERY sorry I'm a total geek and I love art soooo...without any further ado, my list lol.

Hey StrangerwhoIdunthinkisPara! I really want my Secret Santa to draw me the following things

Sebastian from Kuroshitsuji((AKA Black Butler)) (just by himself)

Sebastian with Ceil (again Kuroshitsuji)

My OC Anna Culyer playing in the snow

Jim Hawkins from Treasure Planet with me

Me and Sebastian from Kuroshitsuji (Oi I know total nerd)

Riku from Kingdom Heart wiff me lol (I know I'm a total nerd...again)

Kadaj from Final Fantasy VII Advent Children

Reks from Final Fantasy XII

AND! Kaname Kuran and Zero Kiryu with me (Again I know nerd Sad really lol ))

Link to journal about Anna: [link]

link to a pics of Anna: [link]
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Links to pic of me: [link]


Thank you sooo much and I am sooo sorry this is hella long. Thank you again sooo very much

As the title suggests, this will be a confession along with trying to understand something that is unknown to me. So I believe, here goes nothing.

A week to two weeks ago, I found myself crushing on someone, crushing on them hard in fact, I really wanted to get to know this person, and I set out to do just that.
I began to talk to them more, trying to strike up conversations when I could, whether it be in the hallway between the passing periods or at lunch when all of us have half an hour to do what we wish.
A week later I thought I would ask this person if they liked me, in any sort of fashion, whether it be friends or maybe more, I was counting on just friends. That day was a Friday, and I was far to scared to ask myself, I am a chicken, shy by nature. I can not simply just go up to the person I like and just tell them how I am feeling, I'm far to shy.
So that Friday night, I was assigned to make Cotton candy at the football game.
During the night, one of my 'friends' so desperately wanted to go out with one of my other 'friends', for the purpose of this story we will call her Jackie and him Collin.
Jackie implored me to go ask Collin if he liked her, in any sort of way, she was leaning more towards a romantic relationship. So I asked, and as fate would have it...he did like her, they began to date.
The night still wore on and my other friends Justin and Katrina...showed up...they are dating as well, so to simply say...I was surrounded by people who were dating, and I hate that.
Anyway...as my shift got closer, I made my way over to the stand and took my place, having one of my friends, Jackie, go ask Dominick (His name I shall not release)if he liked me.

It would take her a few moments to return, and I was hopeful...but... as fate would have it...he did not.In fact he put it in the harshest of ways saying no at least seven times, making my self confidence hit rock bottom.
This last week was homecoming, and I tried so hard to forget him, would not even look at him, speak to him...I simply avoided him, but last night confused me...

Last night was the homecoming dance, and I went, only to find out that my crush...the boy whom took over my thoughts more often than not...there.
I wanted to leave but...I didn't and god I am glad that I didn't, what happened next confused me. I was dancing with a few of my friends and he comes up behind me and begins to dance with me...I am utterly confused.
If he does not like me than why did he simply begin to dance with, it confused me...but things took a turn for the worst.
He began to dance with other girls...making me feel forgotten, I rushed to the bathroom to hide my tears of jealously.
A few moments later, I returned and began to dance again, I found my 'groove' again and was having a blast.
But again, fate hates me so she turned the music to that or a slow song...yippee.
I sighed and turned away, leaving and resting against on of the walls. As I sat that I began to wonder where Dominick was when all of a sudden a hand was outstretch to me. It was him, I took his hand he led me to the dance floor. We got close, my heart was racing.

As we danced, we did not look at one another...but I would catch him taking a peek at me not and again...and I would peek at him. The moment the song ended I expected him to let me go (since my friends told him to go dance with me) and go run off with his friends again, but something strange happened. He didn't stop dancing, we kept going.
"You know the song ended," I said a little baffled with what was going on, and his reply makes me even more confused, "I know."
If he doesn't like me than why is he still holding onto my hips, dancing with me?
We fall silent and then, as if our minds were on the same track, we pulled away, and he pats my arms softly saying, "It's alright." I still don't quite understand what in the world he meant by that...but the night wore on with nothing more interesting happening.

I am confused as to his feelings...if he does not like me than why is he so close to me when we dance, why did he not pull away and simply say 'I know' when the song ended and we did not stop, and then pat my arm and say...it's alright.
I am confused, if any of you have stayed long enough to read all of this, then place tell what what could possibly be going through his head.
I do not quite understand the reaches of a man's mind...but maybe some of my male friends on here will understand and answer me with male logic...I dunno, and I don't mean that in any sort of sexist way.

If any of you can offer me any help, then please don't be afraid to comment to this journal.

Eternally yours
Dark~

Name: Dante Jasper Hargreaves

Age: 20 but he is centuries old

Personality: Dante is quiet and reserved, not many people have contact with him, other than his business associates, who hardly ever speak to him about anything personal. Dante is a bit of a hard ass, and doesn't tend to take jokes or anything of the like into consideration; his sense of humor is none existent. Regardless of his pretty face and wonderful physic, he's a book work; he loves knowledge and tends to spend all of his free time reading or learning something of his interest. Dante can also be very harsh and demanding at times, his business is his life during the day, which he uses his conduit, Christopher Hollows, to conduct such.
Love doesn't exist in his life, only once did it, and when she died, he was left with nothing, he's a hard person to get to warm up, but once in love, his lover is all he can think of, he protects them with his life and would die for them. But regardless of all of this, he does enjoy the occasional soap, shocking, yes. He finds that over dramatic humans are priceless to watch; this is one of the few things that actually does make him laugh. Of course to every evil or wicked person there is always some sort of kindness or goofiness. One simple word; Carbonation Bubbles. Dante loves soda, not because of the fact that it is sugary, but because it helps him keep a hold of his human side.
Along with all of those traits, Dante tends to have the Don Wan persona; the 'I'm hot, I know it, and I could take you on in a heart beat.' He knows he's pretty and he tends to use those deep silver eyes to get what he wants, with females anyway; this is where the arrogance comes from.

Likes: Dante enjoys books, classical music, quiet, and carbonation bubbles.

Dislikes: Money, and technology; He's old fashion and likes to keep it that way. He can't seem to figure out how to work a computer correctly, thus having his conduit do everything that has to do with technology. His view on money is, it's there, regardless of how much he has, he doesn't like to spend it.

Eyes: When calm, his eyes are an endless silver, or gray, when angered they begin to turn blue, arctic in color.

Hair: His hair is down to his shoulders blades, ebony, in the moonlight, his hair shimmers sapphire. Usually he pulls his hair into a loose pony-tail.

Skin color: Fair like porcelain and flawless, except for one blemish upon his right shoulder. The skin on his shoulder is burnt, bright red and still very dry, unhealed from the punishment he had suffered for a crime that he did not commit in his younger years.

Body type: Well toned, he's thin, but not anorexic thin.

Height: 6'0

Weakness: The portrait of his dearly departed love, her face still haunts his waking mind and sleeping mind; he still weeps for her. Not only does her memory still hurt him, but all of her things tear open the still healing wounds on his heart. Along with those weaknesses, one that he can not avoid is strong telepathic traffic. One can only withstand so much chatter before they simply have to scream at the voices in their head.

History:Will be explained if rped with.

Name:Maria Anita Thorne
Age: 18
Side: Patriot
Reason for being in the army: Father requested before he died, but is now simply out for revenge after she finds out her father was killed in action.
Status: lower class
Profession: Nurse and spy
Known Relatives in the army: Father; William Charles Thorne
Height: 5'2
Hair: Long, thick ebony hair that reaches down to about the small of her back. Usually tied into either a loose pony-tail with red ribbon or braided.
Eyes: A warm honey color speckled with flakes of gold
Build: Slender; Normally, Maria is taking care of other before she is taking care of herself. But she does eat well, and sometimes eats more then she should.
Talents: Forging Signatures/handwriting, stitching up the wounded and being a convincing liar
Temperment: Normally, Maria is a sweet, shy girl who doesn't like to get into the middle of things. But when she is behind enemy lines, she tends to be very serious, as if she was not herself at all. She enjoys her work, well the spying part and doesn't trust anyone. Of course, as most girls are, she's a hopeless romantic, but she doesn't like to wear this on her sleeve or leave herself open for hurt. Her loyalties lie with her father and the patriots, she can not stan the red coats and wishes death upon all of them. If there is something wrong about a situation she simply has to say something, she can't seem to keep her mouth shut, but if she knows it could get her into trouble, she must walk away and vent to herself.Quite often, Maria is zoning out when she has nothing important to do, or she simply rambles.
She loves children and can't seem to get enough of them, she hopes that ones day, she herself will have children over her very own.
How he/she/got wrapped up in the army: Maria honestly can't stand war, or fighting for that matter.Her exact words are 'it's pointless and many people loose their lives sometimes over the pettiest of things.' Of course she would say this more often, but when her father was asked to join, she quickly held her tongue.
Like was hard growing up, but regardless of if money was short or how dirty things were, the Thorne family was probably the closest knit family around. But all good things must come to an end, by the time Maria was thirteen, her mother contracted pneumonia. With her father leaving, the young girl had to choose who she would help, her mother who was sick and possibly dying; or her father who she may never get to see again.
As as good child, she chose her mother, but her father did ask that, when and if her mother died, she would join the army and help the soldiers by being a nurse. Maria had always had gentle hands and this was the exact reason why her father asked.
But, within that time, Maria had learned that she could copy, letter for letter, someone else's hand writing. Call it a gift if you will, but Maria was gifted and she knew damn well she was. With that, she began to think about helping, not just by nursing, but by also being a spy for the American's, she could do and she knew she could.
Now that she is there, things are much more different than what she could have thought of, and she is now withing enemy lines.
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