[because I feel like it, story time!!!]
   She stared at the pear hanging from the tree blessed with the kiss of the morning dew. "Xiao, what are you doing? I don't recall ever reading that khajids eat fruit." Xiao twirled in her new pink victorian dress. "Terribably [yes, to be purnounced like that!] sorry Master Princess Sheena!" She returned to folding the clothings before her.
   "Stupid freak girl! How dare you! First you defy me by not being able to wear make-up, then you fold the clothings wrong! It's left to right, now up to down!" All the while Sheena never looked up from the mirror adoring her sky blue hair.

O.o wow!!!I remembered who the "real" fourth husband is/was!!!!KING ALBERT!!!....somehow remembering this set me into some weird frenzy of putting strange braids and twirls into my hair with cheap little beads...blue,pink,and purple!!!theres four strands that are complete beads, one mainly consisting of pink, another blue, and the other two are mainly purple....perhaps Ill put a piccy up eventually after I find a way to hide my face

O.o wow!!!I actually managed to read all of my "new messages" finally....some of them were 2 months old, there is such a thing as too many friends!!!^^ my apologies to everyone though. I get about 24 a day if I do reply -.- fairly annoying, but its mainly my fault because I do multiple messages a lot if I forget to say something.

[>UPDATE ON PARRO'S LIFE]
Husband Number 5: Loz

[who are the old ones?!?!]
well my willy hearted friends who are probably staring over a tea cup horribly confused at this erm, strange attribute of me appearing online all of a sudden. In order of 5 marriage (Im a little greedy whore-ish girl)
1:Zhou Yu
2:Albert Wesker
3:Walter Sullivan
4:Tako-sama
5:Captain Hook!!!
6:Lucifur
7:Trixie's brother!!!!!!!!!!
8:Loz

he's pulled the last string for me, if theres anything that irratates me more than anything, its lies. he comes up with the idea of going to the mall, then lies about not being able to go. after all I went through to earn money, and asking one of my best friends to go with already. now im going to appear rude by suddenly going "oh its not going to happen". why advoid me AND be my friend at the same time? theres no point in it! at least I pretended to be his friend and drew him close as to not lose my temper and rip him limb from limb, but this, this is not going to pass. Ive been nothing but kind to him over the years, putting up with him tearing me away from my other male contacts (I remember the mall trip when we ran into scott well cody, very well) I put up with it! and when you bashed two of my best friends, the war between you, lucifur and alexia I dont care much about because I know that alexia would rip your tongue out of your mouth...or a much worse spot for males. for the record though, I keep a level head when angry. I wont do anything...unrational. how do I know? how likely would it be that, the mother you talk about being so strict let you be at johns still if shes supposed to be over at your house in less than three hours? and the sudden vacation being in place for a month? you wouldve known earlier, and actually expecting me to forget something you know Id look forward to after being all alone ever since the begining of summer break? how foolish is that! you are just a greedy child who hasnt even grown out of the toy playing stage. its no wonder you dont have any actual friends who are sober long enough even to realize who you really are, much less when you are a "horny teenage boy" no one would have slept with you! pointless child anticts!!! I am begining to reconsider my mothers theory is right, that you are a lonely FEMALE child looking for some attention. *shakes head at him* what a foolish move to make when everyones angry at you, I was most likely, without very much likeliness to be the only hope for you to ever be friends with the new order group ever again. I can already tell that yo will live a very lonely life, if you dont die of alcohol poisoning before your twenties.

[boredom poetry writing!!!]

looking down upon the sea,
she smiles with glee.
"Oh, what can it be?"

the ships pull into harbor,
up near the store.
noone realizes about the gore.

the child runs,
pausing to adjust her bun,
her clothings full of the sun.
(unfinished)
-----------------------------------
(a really long one, more of a rhyming story o.O)
[notes: This is based on a greek myth, and for some reason, even though Ixion was actually a man, the daughter was named it. that was the fathers choice...Ixionaes is another words for centaur]

he looked at the rose
sneezing once or twice
touching his nose
ignoring the mice
as the store began to close
could this man be nice?
only he knows
if he has lice.
it begins to snow,
and he begins to slice
as the pirates begin to blow
lightly upon their dice
the bar was now open to all those named Moe.

he hands a fair lady a slice of cheese
and some freshly cut meat
she asks for some tea, please?
he walks behind his counter, so very neat
and grabs his nicest china teas.
he delivers, and pulls up a seat,
trying to ignore that this was for the obese.
he began to widdle at a beet.
"fair maiden, what has happened to your knees?"
the young girl, about the height of 5" feet
meerly replied "my dog has fleas."
"Then the vet you shall meet!"

he walked past a gaggle of giggling girls,
for he was the most attractive in town,
his coat following in swirls
to the poor looking man clad in brown.
the mans hair was pulled back in many curls,
something to compaired to a clown.
"Still drinking in the burls?"
the bartender asked suppresing a frown.
"Yes, the dogs are dying in furls!
and all I can do is stand astoun!"
some dice flew in the air, he knew to be Murl's.
"Keep those dice on the table or all of you are abon!"
He turned back to the Vet, whos name was Atilurl.

"Please come with me, a fair maiden seeks your attention."
as he walked past a few men,
he knowtists where the pirates pretension
was drawn, he rubbed his chin
looking at the soldiers and made the connection.
"Now dear men, the soldiers may take my den,
you do need proctection,
and have some gin'!"
he listened in to the soldiers corralation
of the battle to come and begin.
he listened for a cordination,
for his wife, Nurse Conaptin,
was in the battle in hopes to build an institution.

"Soon, only the pirates will need to go there."
he thought aloud, twidling with his medallion.
without warning his daughter appeared"Go where?"
quickly he hid his necklace of the stallion.
the gaggle o' girls, who apparently had nothing to wear
scoffed at the innocent daughter, named Ixion.
all he could do was stare,
"I fetched the water gallion"
the girls giggled, this was much more than he could bare.
"It's purnounce gallon darling, now fetch me Countion."
His stare turned to the girls, and quickly turned into a glare.
grabbing his gun from Ixion,"Get out of my tavern, exclitution!"

The enormous barrel pointed at the vixens,
his finger itching on the trigger.
one girl said, "Not our fault your girl worships pagens!"
another, "yeah and sleeps with Sir Piegger."
All of these were false of course, but so were the wagens.
one of the targer only grew bigger,
as she began to seduce a pirate, growling "get away you pidgen!"
the soldiers walked in, with a stagger.
One pirate pulled out his rifle screaming, victory to our clans!.
chaos grew in this tiny little town full of beggars,
he watched as the poor fair maidens head collapsed into her flan.
the vet quickly knelt beside her asking for her maggers.

The bartender looked around,
his daughter dead
upon the ground,
he bent onto the instead,
and just sat there astound.
someone had poisoned her with lead
and had left it to be found.
her canteed, which she recently had cleaned and med.
He could see where the poison had bound.
but the pagens he had led,
all of these around,
he knew something was bound to happen, and so did Isced
Goddess of all those living and abound.

from within the building,
there were many loud shots and shouts
but nothing was quite as loud as the clinging
it rang in little bouts
soon followed by the falling
the man that was stood so stout
his medallion forever calling
the stallion called about
in hopes of being worn around his masters neck so warming
the one of a Ixionidae, his daughter named amout
no one had ever found the warning
when its eyes glowed with alount
matching the colour of dear Countion, the god of Warring.

The answer to peoples question of "If there really are the memorizing people, how can you tell the difference between intelligence and memorizing?"
step 1) put them to sleep and put blind fold on
step 2) take them into deep dark woods
step 3) put rabid dogs and strange creatures that are rabid in the woods
step 4) put ridiculously hard puzzles in entryways for anything and everything
step 5) sit back and watch to see if they are smart enough to realize that all they have to do is either climb the tree that goes over the wall or the hole that goes under

or just give them math equations

god I wish those stupid people who cant SPELL would just go away my little comma button broke a long time ago so I cant use it but JESUS!!! people learn to use the button!!!!I especially hate it when people put song lyrics on their page instead of creative poems or even the wikis they might be in. You become INTERESTING when you have art on the page. Also those CHRISTAIN people too...all they like to rant and rave to me is about how they are christain therefor they are better (honestly though, even I know that their bible protests to christains doing that, makes me wonder how much time they spend ranting and raving compared to their bible readings or even common sense) and there are the cybering people...this is what they made fake for...go there people will love you and appriciate your body more fully there, many people already have to deal with your type at their schools or in public, or at least go to elfpack...and then there are the myspace invaders!!!this is not another myspace, you already have mysoace go away!!!we dont love you enough. Its rather sad when I can find 8 different people who list off ingredients of a make-up item flaulessly in their homepages on here!!!(who would want to do that though) and another grl seriously thought that the moon was a giant mirror in space....

Examples of fury making phrases:

"NO, I WILL NOT CYBOR WITH YOU, GET A FUCKING LIFE FAG"-[Nicda the Princess]
Reasons:
1)the perverts will probably only see the word FUCKING
2) fag translates to faggot, and that means to be gay doesnt it? Im pretty sure that they wouldnt want to cyber with you if theyre male and shes a female

EX #2:

"Dont send me messages about how fucking depressed you are, or that you want to kill yourself.. because quite frankly, If you wanted to kill yourself that badly, what are you waiting for?"
1) thats all she has on her page...uncreative and unkind....

I wish I could just lay down and let my life force slip out of my body, I hate myself, my life and practicically everything about it!!! too many bad omens...one of my absolute favorite kittens was eaten alive by the kitten my friends had nicked named the 'souless" kitten...its currently still in my bed room and that explains why Im up so late, I throw up every time I see it...*cries loudly* it was sooooo

loving!!!!!!

jesus, I somehow hurt myself AGAIN!!! I explored the woods and came back with a large flesh wound on my right side...I dont even remember doing that!!!I remember being creeped out by that warehouse place thats supposed to be for transpertation, that may be true if its from HELL!!! I swear there was blood on the floor inside the warehouse...my close-to-home friends know what Im talking about...I always hear screaming from that direction also... I sprinted pretty far too when someone almost caught me *finds wound on leg too* GAH!!!I dont remember any of these!!!!the wound on my side kinda looks cool though ^^ heh heh made my mother flinch

ok just to clarify my oppinion on and of love...love is when you can't ever live without that person, a deep passion for them. Not missing their BODY, thats

LUST

lust

[sex]

this is the diary I wrote a few days ago after working a VERY long time on my character Falcony...and you have all seen me on caffeine and happy...this is WHAT happens when caffeinne is mixed with depression, anger, and just plain blah?

As the door clicked behind me, it sent an ominous noise that echoed through the ladies restroom. Feeling quite ill, I was unfortunately at a wedding reception in a bar. Everyone knew I disapproved of this wedding, but as usual I am ignored by all. Something didn’t feel quite right though, the air smelt of alcohol and cigarettes and the voices in my head were unusually quiet. Staring up at the moon this night, the moon so bright its reflection on the pond was gorgeous, it barely settled my nerves. Something is wrong, I know it. Ironic it would be if it were the moon that was my evil omen, I love the moon, and hate the sun. Funny to think the one thing I despise is what lights up my passion source. But staring up into the white abyss, I had a sensation that my family no longer loved me. Had I hurt them that much? I have become more closed to them, that I cannot deny. But is a family not supposed to love you eternally no matter what the circumstances? I can’t help but feel as if no one even cares about how I feel anymore. Shoved aside and expected to do everything. True I do love to be controlled, but at least in a loving manner I beg! Not ordered around like a dog, barked orders at by people I barely even know. I worship the moon angel, but he cannot rescue me. Who can rescue me if I am meant to rescue others? Can no one ever understand me? I just want to be loved just to be hugged and at least be told sweet lies of thing to come. It seemed staring at the moon, the majestic half moon, my fate is sealed. Like a soulless puppet, I shall let the others pluck music upon my string that bind me to everything I am. Without the strings I am nothing at all. To have everything, or be nothing in freedom. Freedom is nothing, a mere collogue hopes and dreams. We are better off to be controlled other than wandering to our dooms in the hands of the greedy people. I don’t believe I have a soul anymore, too much was put into my beloved children. The ones I write mere stories about, but everything I love about them. I would never be able to let go of them, they’re all I have now. They feel my pain, know my pain, and sometimes are the mere essence of my pain. They understand, they aren’t just characters out of my head. They have voices of their own. I know that this sounds rather odd to the non-literate person, ones who don’t know how a writer writes, much less how I think. They don’t control them, I don’t here voices that aren’t my own. My characters, children, are bits of my soul spread out to create a story….

haha!!!!!!if you dont like captain hook and love peter pan then I dislike you >.< CAPTAIN HOOK RULES!! peter pans just arragont snot nosed kid...

just have to point this out, evidently people think I cant dictate my own feelings about people or what I do...or both! doesnt help I love to be controlled

*grins* I found my master finally, Anastatias Cypress. so much fun indeed!

Monday was more interesting than I thought, K'doxi didnt even look at me, tako and ayla werent at school...and every one knows I like a guy...lets name him...Mr.Treehuggles!
parrokeet;"its not true"

MMr.Treehuggles: "whats not true"
parrokeet:"I dont like you"
Mr.Treehuggles:"ok, but I still dont believe you"
parrokeet:" but you're not my type!"
Mr.Treehuggles:" neither are you!"
and this went around about 8 times before I reached my bus...we just kept going around and around and around....^^ like a waltz!

my friends get me in the most amazing and interesting situations, and its not even the ones I go to school with. Its mainly the ones that live far away from me...wow