Oh dear goddish I am absolutely smitten as sin.

This girl, this wondrous girl, she likes me! Less amazing is that I like her and so it's going sooo slowly (Like four days, Jeez, so long) but I like her ever so much and there's all these pretty pictures in my head of her and I.

She likes bubble baths and snuggling real close in sleep, two of my secret small romantic fantasies.

Oh my.

I am just... amazed.

For years I've fallen for girls that do not like me, in fact they don't care much for me either way, I'm a platonic ken doll, they can tell all those pretty secrets of theirs to me and I will not go around and tell anyone. The only problem is that this Ken doll is in fact Barbie, lesbian barbie that tends to get the metaphorical boner for these girls. I want to love them so completely it's terrible to think about.

But... Sierra, she will accept all that I have to give her, and all I want to give her is happy things, things that will make her smile and laugh. She's got the most adorable laugh... *Sighs dreamily*. And she lisps like me so it's a happy thing.

Better still she won't hurt.

She's a vegetarian, she enjoys Milky Way chocolate bars, is very in tune with her sensitive side. I can't imagine what it's going to be like when I see her cry for the first time because half the time I want to scoop her up anyway and hold her because I am that... smitten!

My lioness is purring loudly and snuggling close to her lioness and they're content with each other, dozing next to each other. She was born on the cusp of Leo and Virgo though so we have more in common than I percieved earlier. She is very much like me in fact and I have NO problem with that.

I like her SO much.

I was afraid of her at first because she was so very young and I didn't know whether I was jumping feet first into a puddle of shit but nooo... I'm drowning in the lovely blue of her eyes.

Every time I see her I have an uncontrollable urge to just touch her, which is translated into me holding her hand and playing with her fingertips, wrapping my arms about her shoulders and kissing her atop the head.

But truly I just want to kiss the girl, a good long kiss... That, would be marvelous. Because unlike the kisses I've recieved in the past, this would be a genuine and affectionate kiss.

I want to present her with a gardenia, so fragrant and beautiful and romantic. I want to hold it cupped in my hands and be the humble presenter of such a pretty thing, because I know for a fact that I am an unworthy vessel to present it to her.

A flower, such a beautiful and complicated thing...

*Sighs drearily*. 

I don't know about Bat but I do know that Sierra is a Butterfly, a brightly colored, beautiful thing that entices the romantic and playful side of me deeply.

Jeez, I'm gone guys, someone shoot me before it gets really bad.

*Curls up in computer chair feeling reserved*.

Today should be a happy day...

Construction was short, though H reprimanded me, and then I went home and chilled quite peaceably, picked Mark up and bought LOTS of alcohol, but then I went to the play.

I hurt so bad...

Mr. Chollet I think regrets not casting me. Is he seeing my full potential? Is he mad at me? What the hell is it, why won't he talk to me, look at me like he used to...

I am working on mourning the death of things. Mourning my molestation, mourning my silencing, mourning my losses of mentors.

I miss Phil. If he were here I could curl up with him and we'd watch an old flicker picture and discuss the dynamics of the actual movie. 

If I could act... If I could walk across that cheap stage and show them all the real true me. Not by the character I play but how I do it...

If only I could let this all out and be listened to.

I am surrounded by people that are horrible and I feel this great void begin in me where all of my confident feelings where I know I'm more accomplished than any of those bitches, where I live and love and be free and happy, but then I encounter...

Repression, shame, despair, sorrow... Take your pick.

Today should be a happy day. I got a date. With someone who I'm sure will go on it this time.

I like the girl, really I do, but she's so young...

All the while the dancing eyes of Emily and that soft mouth of hers is on my mind.

Or of a thousand other girls!

There are many things that I must be aware of about my date, adorable as she is. 

I hardly know her very well, though she is lovely. Sierra, she has a lisp and she's cuuute. But still, she's fifteen and she just now is trying out the whole bisexual skin. With me! She had a crush on me... *Laughs*.

So we're going laser tagging and such, wandering around the dark corridors...

I don't know. I don't know what it is but I just cannot get into this shit right now.

What I feel like I want is a cigarette, a couple actually, get that haunted feeling out of me.

Why is it that I still care about her?

WHAT THE FUCK?

*Bangs head repeatedly against imaginary emotional walls*.

I am so beaten up, abused, used and tired... and I am SICK of these little girls that are finding their sexuality and fucking each other and giggling even though they don't know shit.

I KNOW WHAT PAIN IS.

The heart hurts worst of all...

FUCK.

I present to every little girl that has had sex with her so beautiful best friend that though I am very much a lesbian, my attempts at relationships have burned and failed miserably. They do the 'aww' thing and hug me and say, "Oh silly Roxxy."

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

I AM TIRED OF THEM.

I am sick of these people... so stupid, trowel feeding morons that are a dime a dozen. THEY GET SO MUCH ATTENTION. Fuck.

I don't even know what to do, I should be so happy that I'm going on a date with Sierra but I just can't bring myself to it tonight. She's so young...

I DON'T KNOW.

She's not the type I'm generally attracted to on impulse, though I am impulsively attracted to everyone, I'm just being negative.

Oh god I'm starting the fault finding.

She's really adorable, yes. I don't know...

So why can't I stop thinking about all those wonderfully beautiful girls in my mind. *Holds hands over ears, trying to block them out*.

Why did my heart leap when my one and only darling girl FINALLY sent me a message after months of not hearing from her even though she never, ever acknowledges me as anything... but pond-scum.

I have sunk to the level of pond-scum.

I HATE ALL HAPPY COUPLES.

FUCK.

FUCK THEM ALL.

Fuck me for being so unright. What the hell is it with me? I'm not right, not fucking right. I don't look correct, I don't act correct.

I am not ugly, I am not a horrid individual, I'm just NOT RIGHT.

I'm so fucked up.

Even now I'm thinking that I want to tear into something, cloth, flesh, wood, whatever, I'm thinking that... but in that process I'll be thinking about Bat, calming me, holding me, knowing me...

THEY DON'T FUCKING GET IT, NONE OF THEM DO!

I am such a happy individual, really I am, but in matter's of my heart of heart's...

Oh god...

FUCK.

FUCK THEM THOSE BASTARDS.

Dread dread and fear. I just have to open that window and I have to read, confront, and accept whatever it is Aubrey has to say.

I hate her for doing this to me.

I hate her entirely, she's so disgusting.

I'm so afraid...

I don't even really care that the friendship is gone, what matters to me is that she is... disgusting.

I can't say it either way though, she hurts so bad. A wound that never will heal because Aubrey does not believe the things I say.

WHY DO I LIE SO MUCH?

Because at heart I do serve, I am a righteous server, forever bearing the burdens of others even though it tears at my heart.

Especially the people that hurt the worst....

I wrote her a long and elegant message explaiing my feelings and asking for her to trust me. I don't care though, Aubrey won't get it, only I will, but she'll look at me with the same eyes as she always did. Little confused Roxxy...

Fuck.

Oh but have I been wondering lately...

I had a kind of fight this morning with one of my best friends Becky. We were both frustrated and she wasn't feeling well and she totally murdered my good mood. I was angry and glaring at her, she at me, we didn't say anything.

Though I love Becky her tendency for honesty get mixed up with her believing she can say whatever she wants and it is 'TRUTH'. Center-of-the-world-complex, but like me, she just wants to help everyone, she thinks everyone in the realm of touch is her responsibility. Unlike her I know how to dissasociate myself from such feelings that I know are unhealthy, but she just freaks out about them and trivializes my thoughts and feelings.

I was prepared to walk away forever from the entire thing, tuck that bit of information into my head and bring it up again for later review. Becky though surprised me and gave me the one thing I always want from a friend.

SHE CAME TO ME.

No words needed to be exchanged. Becky walked to me, opened her arms and we embraced as close friends do. We held each other tightly before she said something like, "This is kind of retarded". I understood her entirely.

Then I just had to kiss her forehead, cheeks and nose because that's what I wanted to do.

I am calm now that the book reading has calmed.

I've been reading for hours... but I'll be back later.

More word vomit, goddamn Roxxy you're on a roll.

Odds bopkins I'm tired. I've wrung out the emotional rag, the tears have fallen, and now I'm trying to catch my breath. Really, it's like a weight has been lifted off my chest and I can finally lie back and relax. 

This has been building up about all month. It'll continue I'm sure, but for now I can rest. At least for a little while.

Pisces does not allow for a rest though, little four year old 'Roxy' needs to be heard.

*looks at the old spelling of my name*.

Roxy is gone, Roxxy is in her place. The name Roxy scares me actually. She was ugly, not liked, stupid, confused. Roxxy is self-assured, confident, humorous, adult.

Roxxy is who I am, I can never revert back to Roxy.

Now I'm really getting sick...

It's amazing how real raw emotions, your receptor cells getting flooded with really disgusting pain, can make you feel physically ill. And you darlings that are reading this at the moment, let me tell you, I feel sick to my stomach.

This is how I felt when I read darling Miranda's diary entry on llllllove. It was all about the confusion surrounding love, something I had experienced when I was in the seventh and eighth grade. It made me truly ill that someone so beautiful, so truly stunning could be so naive and selfish.

I'm not much to look at, I don't catch the eye like some certain indvidual's do. Sure I could doll myself up, which might be nice, it could improve my self confidence, but why can't I be gorgeous wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt? Everyone's always going on about my looks...

Fuck.

Mr. Chollet especially made me uncomfortable with that. I had to wear a salmon pink monstrosity (AKA my business suit which made me look like I was about forty something) for the play, "Crimes of the Heart" as the highpower woman lawyer defending Babe. Mr. Chollet said that I hid under my clothes and that some individual's were commenting on how lovely I looked, with my hair out of my face, with my legs long looking and such.

Fuckers.

Everyone's always trying to change me so the rest of the world will notice me. Well, I'm going to continue to be who I am, because I don't need to strive for the attention of other people.

One of these days, you'll all see my true self, and I hope that it is something so beautiful and radiant that it will bring tears to your eyes. I'm not the average girl, I'm below standards for beauty, but I can put an A+ on my soul. How about you?

I've been having dreams of blood lately. Last night I dreamt I was communicating with a kitten, it was Aidan except female, and only half of it was a kitten. The rest was some other creature, with different organs. We were descending into a world of dark and unknown, with the kitten in toe. We didn't want her there. She would get in the way, but she whined and told us that she wanted to come, so she did.

I don't remember what happened, which is terribly frustrating, but I do remember the end.

The end was horrible. The kitten creature was lying side by side with another of it's kind, and it was me. We were both bleeding from the eyes and nose, the parts where we were pieced together oozing with blood. We were both crying, crying silently, unable to move, unable to comfort each other. Someone was stroking us both... stroking our bloody but sleek bodies. The other kitten had startlingly blue eyes that tore into me like daggers.

This is unusual, because the last dream I remember that I had had with blood in it was... no, I've had two dreams in which there was blood. Even when there was war, there was no blood.

That was an odd dream.

My subconscious is going a bit nuts, but the basic gist and nub of it is that I'm feeling insane.

Quite literally. Challenges in my dreams, torture, oppression, pain, horrible and unending pain.

I'm pursuing something, something I shouldn't.

What is it though?

What the hell is it...

I am losing my grip on this or that. At least for this month. Next month I predict it will be different but things that brought me great pleasure are fading, like Girl's Group. Once an exciting observatory of life has become a program on the path to self-discovery.


Drama, I don't have drama. I've not acted in about a year now.

I don't have fucking friends!

I don't have anything.

Shawney said that I had a Bat somewhere, that I had Bat. Bat is a clever fantasy, she's out there, yes, but she's smoke. She's nothing. She's something so impossible she's entitled "Bat with Butterfly Wings".

Something so painfully beautiful, it can't be real.

That's the pain of it.

Which is why she's Bat. I know she's out there somewhere...

I know she's there.

She's just not here, and I really, really need her to be.

So, speaking plainly


I want to be able to Eskimo kiss my Bat. I want to tell her she's beautiful. I want to hold her in my arms and be totally amazed at everything she is. I want to feel her heartbeat steadily thumping and think about how marvelous such a thing is.

Is it such a difficult thing? Is it such a selfish request.

Apparently, according to one, I am an overanalyzing Virgo. She doesn't know nothing.

I am also interesting to another, only because I speak to her in riddles so that I can avoid spilling my secret heart.

She doesn't know anything either.

I've been told I'm something else, something good and pure. Is it true? I just want to love and smile, but is it selfishness?

I picture my Bat, picture the smile, know the feeling I'll get when we kiss, know the feeling I'll get when her smile fills me entirely.

I've nearly crashed my car twice doing so. I get drunk off of her, whoever she is.

Does this make me selfish? Does this make me pure?

Then again, if I am such a unique individual, I will never find anyone who will be able to understand the complicated simplicity of my life.

It is so simple though. I live simply. I live with the Earth. You think the Earth thinks about theories or muses? Well, I muse, but I muse purely for the romantic sport of it. I suppose the Earth does too. Of course, I cannot begin to comprehend the mass complexity of the Earth. She is simpler than anything, so very simple. I'm birthed of the Earth, I do not hold any of the Earth's qualities.

Except I think I may have been a tree in my past life. Which is why, as a human, I run away from dirt so much, I relish the fact that I am no longer rooted to the ground. I walk, I run, I feel, I'm human.

I think, I never know. How can I know anything? The only thing I know is something so vastly complex it's unexplainable, but there's one word for it, emotion. Chemical reactions within my brain, sending chemical signals to receptors. I've narrowed my perception so much that negativity is a romantic thing. Everything I do is romanticized, because it's so much more beautiful that way.

Oh Bat, will you ever be able to understand?

I just don't know.

*Laughs* I bare myself naked to the world and they see me only unclothed. That is irony.

It's funny because I've never gotten irony, still don't, it's a tricky concept.

I'm so simple. So very basic, in touch with my inner child, whatever you want to call it. This is my mind though, as it is, flowing, airy thought written down to paper. Anything else I try to write is something painful and embarrassing for me. Really it is. I despise it.

Trolly Wood.... Oh hallelujah.

I fill myself with me. I let my soul flow freely, bound only to the scar on my arm that lets me know I'm real. That's how I got it you know, I was lost, my soul slipping from me faster than I could handle. So I cut a line in my arm, making me and my soul feel the pain, binding my soul to me with pain. Funny thing is, it didn't even bleed. It was just puffy and sore, a long line of openess. Afterwards though, the blood that wasn't even there clotted over and I ripped it out, examining the stuff in my fingers. It was how I knew I was still here though. My soul had a marker to return to. No longer lost. I've never had the urge to mark myself again.

Life is truly wonderful.

So... I was thinking about a this and a that. FUCKING PEOPLE DISGUST ME. Not all of them, but in general, people are disgusting creatures motivated by things that I cannot understand. I especially hate classists.

I don't know, for years I've understood that I do not belong and am not welcome amongst this environment. The people I meet, though they are lovely, are too enclosed for me. I'm the type of person who stands out especially when she doesn't want to and I need to blend in with other freaks and weirdos. Sounds kind of odd but it's true.

See, I'm not the lovable weirdo, because I do not make a conscious effort to try to be weird. I'm not trying to be an amusing weird either, and when I am, I get uncomfortable, which is awkward as ass for everyone. A lot of people think of me as something extraordinarily exceptional, which I am, I know I am, but so is everyone else. I want to find myself a group of friends that are as loyal as I am, who think the same way I do, who do the things I do, without feeling odd about it.

Take Germaine for instance. I click with her, even though I know for a fact I might be a bit afraid of her. I just have a huge attraction to her that is very platonic. I love Germaine so very much. I'd give anything for her to see her happy. I look forward to reading what she might wish to send me because I know she will send me a logical response in return.

*Shakes head*.

I don't know. I've found such marvelous people but they're broken. Wrung too tight, thrown against the social walls and now are too jaded.

I want to be Ceci's knight in shining armor. I want to take her from that abhorred environment she is in, take her somewhere where she can be safe, happy and healthy. She is such a wonderful individual that is constantly being dragged to the dregs by environmental influences. I know of course that I cannot be her knight, I cannot go and rescue her, I'm just a dumb kid who happens to be her friend. At times my concern for her can be misenterpreted as me being mad at her but I love her so very much...

I just feel so rejected, detested. So charming I can be but then I withdraw only the slightest into myself and I'm walked all over by a lot of people. I never get to spend time with the people I wish to and in the way I wish to. It seems like everybody's looking to get their next fix, whether it be drugs or attention.

Aubrey is pissing me off to no end. She's a child but adamantly re-enstates that she is a 'mature adult' as well as a loving hippie that wants to give the world a hug. Hippies like Aubrey represent a burnt-out age of youth, striving to be something they're not, fighting the conformity of society because if they don't fight for it, they tend to blend into the background as just another face. What's so wrong with community? 

She idolizes people from another age that she learns about yet she cannot hold true to their values because Aubrey is very ordinary, someone who was born into a happy life. She's had a lot of things happen to her but so have I. The difference is I just wanted to have the attention off of me, where Aubrey needs that attention, craves it like no one I've ever seen. She's also a very publically self-motivated individual. Selfish is the word that comes to mind, but we're all selfish. It's only that Aubrey broadcasts it to the world.

Fuck, I'm seen as such and outsider to them, someone so young. I'm angry I tell you. I'm fucking tired of being seen as an amusement for about two minutes and discarded by those who are UNWORTHY OF MY TIME. They are truly unworthy. I'm not better than them, they just don't fit with me. They can tell you themselves. They'll claim love and loyalty but they don't know anything about the subject. Virgo's by nature are very loyal to those they care about, the difference with me is that I no longer have blind love. My eyes were wrenched open and I was forced to see that not everyone in the world is as nice as I thought they might be. This only happened like a year or two ago. How fucked up is that? I really assumed that everyone is nice and wants to help me, as I want to help them. I keep seeing such ugliness of spirit, petty bull shit that makes me see people with decaying holes in them.

I see people whole, they have all the proper organs and facial features, but I can feel that they have no solidarity. A gaping hole where the heart is supposed to be, a decayed mind. Warped and distorted faces with people who appear beautiful.

Fuck the beautiful people. I'm not an exceptional beauty or brain, but I am myself and in that I am glorious! Really I am. If anyone claims to think they can call me anything at all, they know nothing.

I love my friends, really I do. But they cannot claim me to be anything. Especially not Aubrey. I am who I am, no labels, except for Roxxy. It's odd that people I barely know (Kaspar and Jon) could sum me up better than a thousand people that have tried to do so.

I am Roxxy, infinitely complex but infinitely simple. I am no complicated being, but the fact that I am a thinking being makes me so complicated it's not even funny.

When I meet my lady love, my Bat with Butterfly Wings, I know I will revert back to my innocent days free of bitterness and vile intentions. I will care for nothing except her and being happy. I know because that's how I felt with Garrett. Even at the most complex times everything was in a fuzzy haze, an impenetrable fog where nothing mattered but me and him. Of course, Garrett is a bastard and I'm smarter than that now. 

You can call me a romantic and you'd be right. Nothing matters to me as long as I have validation, love and comfort from people who know and care about me.

I find myself enjoying the company of our Girls Group leader Susan Groh. She's a sweet ex-hippie Pisces, and my moon, my child reflects her. I don't see her as a threatening adult, I see her as a peer, a friend. If we were the same age I could imagine going out for drinks. If we were children together we'd be best pals, I'm sure. Both of us the sensitive bookish types.

I don't know.

Fuck off, everyone who reads this.

001: Name: Roxanne
002: Nickname: Roxxy, Tok, Fag, Love Nacho, Pocket Pancake
003: Country of living: USA
004: Birthdate: August 27 1988
005: Height: 5'6"
006: Shoesize: 8 and one half
007: Hair Color: At the moment... black-ish.
008: Eye color: Brown
009: You smoke: When you throw water on me. *Laughs at my own witty joke*.
010: Hobbies: I make pornographic films with my friends, write, make music. And I really, really mean it about the porno part. Don't you wish you were as cool as me to have tons of attractive young individual's at your sexual disposal.
011: Brothers/Sisters: Sisters, two.
012:Relationship: Single.
013: Piercing(s): Ears, getting a bunch more in about a year.
014: Tattoo: Have to be eighteen to do that silly fucks.
015: Fave country to go to: Oh yes, I totally go to different countries. Though I would like to travel everywhere.
016: Are there people you wont reply to: Yes. Mainly perverts, usually male. Female, there are female perverts out there, but I just hope they're not nasty until I find out otherwise, then I just stop writing to them.
017: Nicest person(s) you met this year: Nicest? James.
018: Person you rather have not met this year: Um.... I don't know, I was already acquainted with the people I didn't like.
019: Who would you like to meet: Germaine and Miranda.
020: Who do you admire most: Aubrey Hepburn, she was a charming individual.
021: Most sexy person: Truthfully? Ceci. In my little fantasy world... *Thinks*. No, can't admit anything, it can be incriminating. Like Sarah Riolino, that's incriminating.
023: Favorite Car: Volkswagen Van
030: Favorite sound: A woman responding to your touch, how about that sound?
024: Favorite Movie: Pretty in Pink
025: Favorite Country: USA
026: Favorite Music: All types, except Broadway musicals are pretty neat.
027: Favorite Stuffed Toy: Froot Loop, the stuffed bear I gave to Ceci. It has meaning.
031: Favorite Tv Show: America's Next Top Model, Starting Over House.
033: Favorite Nickname: Tok
034: What is on your mouse pad: Nothing, no mouse pad.
035: What is under your bed: Carpet.
036: Favorite color: Black, red (so cliche) and true sapphire.
038: Favorite song at this moment: Jack Off Jill, Witch Hunt
040: Favorite class in school: Construction I guess, it's the only real class I have.
041: Favorite drink: Chocolate milk.
042: Lucky number(s): 27, 7, 13
043: What do you think is the greatest thing about yourself: My genuine sense of person, I try to be as genuine as possible.
046: What time do you go to bed on weekdays: Nine o'clock to around ten, depending. I have to get up at five o'clock in the morning and I'm still getting into my sleep schedule.
047: What word do you use most: The usual ones we have to have in a conversation, the most common, conjunctions.
050: You spend your time outside or inside: Well, it's both, since I don't live in a tree, and I must go out sometime.
051: What do you do on the weekends: Depends. I can have lovely weekends with friends going out to dinner, seeing a good Independent flick, talking all night. Or I can get stupendously intoxicated, make-out with random individual's. Or more commonly, I do nothing.
052: What class in school do you dislike most: Algebra. Construction. Construction involves a lot of hard physical labor boiling under the sun.
054: What do you really, really dislike to eat: Shrimp or mashed potatos, both disgust me.
055: Pets: 3 dogs, 2 rats, 2 guinea pigs, 6 cats and a tank full of fish.
056: Laugh or dream: What the fuck kind of question is this? I laugh about dreaming, I dream about laughing, fucking retards.
057: Serious or funny: I laugh about being serious, I am seriously funny.
058: Fast or slow: Depends on your situation gov'nor. Idiots...
059: You prefer being alone or have relationship: it all depends on where you are in life, and who you're dating, but generally I would prefer having a relationship.
060: Simple or complicated: I'm so simplistically complicated it's not funny.
063: Stay up late or go to bed early: Depends on your situation.
064: Light or dark: Definitely dark for those sensual moments of profound thoughtfulness, and light for sunny spring time's of no thought whatsoever.
065: Speak or Silence: Speak, always speaking.
066: Tall or small man/woman: Either way, as long as they're not taller than me, I can't stand that, makes me feel young, which I am.
067: Newspaper or Television: Well, it kind of hurts to urinate on televisions, so I'll opt for newspaper.
068: Hug or kiss: Kiss while hugging.
069: Happy or Sad: Happy, but contemplative.
070: Life or Death: LIFE, death is my phobia.
071: Gig or Disco: Gig.
072: Left or Right: Right
073: Sausages on top, or on the side: Meat is revolting.
074: Brunets or Blondes: MMM, both. Together. Making out. Naked.
076: You believe in reincarnation: Yes, I'm serverally incarnated.
077: You believe in Aliens: Aliens in the traditional, sci-fi word, no. Aliens in the sense that there are sentient beings that are in essence, alive, yes.
082: Best feeling: Love, and being loved in return. 
083: Worst feeling in the world: Being isolated.
084: What are you afraid of: Death, ending up with someone I'm unhappy with, strange men.
085: Are you an emotional person: Yes.
086: Do you ever cry during a movie: I can, if it's a good story.
087: Your goal in life: Be happy.
088: What was the promise you made to yourself at New Years Eve: Next New Year's, kiss someone on midnight.
091: What is the most beautiful part on the female body: Hips, the curve of her breast, neck, etc. Everything about women is beautiful really.
092: Most original place to ask your love to marry you: Fuck that.
093:What do you think of Elftown: It's filled with too many moronic individual's and pretentious bastards, just like everywhere else.
094: Is there something you miss about elftown: Yeah... But I won't mention that as it will give me nothing.
095: Where did you get this question list: Found it on a stupid girl's profile.
096: Besides elftown, what do you do most on your PC: I write.
097: Is there a question you missed in this all: no, I think I'm good.
099: Do you get in trouble a lot: YES
100: Star sign: Virgo, Leo, Pisces
101: Who are you?: I am a girl, a daughter, a lover and a writer.