First Of All, Hi, I'm Didi.
I Tend To Be Too Familiar With People
Oh Well xD
I'm Currently 15 Years Of Age.
And I'm A Canadian Kid *whooop*
Before You Ask, Canada Is Awesuume :3
And Yes, We All Live In Igloos.
How Am I On The Computer?
Extremely Large Extension Cord ^-^
Go Ahead, Google It If You Feel The Need (:
I'm An Emo/Scene Kid.
I Don't Care Of What You Think Of Me.
No, I Do NOT Cut Myself. I Will NEVER.
It Must Hurt D:
Okay, I'm Rambling, Which I Tend To Do Alot..
Back To Me,...
Right,I speak French And English (:
I'm From A Small Town Of Quebec.
I Know You Don't Know Where That Is,
So It's 2 Hours (Car) From Montreal.
Don't Know Where That Is?
I Really Don't Care. Less Chance You'll Stalk Me (:
BFF's:
Courtneyy.
Sokka.
Bob xD.
Joel.
James
Alex.
I was thinking of how sometimes, trying to say the right thing to people, it's like some kind of brain surgery, and you have to tweak exactly the right part of the lobe. Except with talking, it's more like brain surgery with old, rusted skewers and things, maybe like those things you use to eat lobster, but brown. And you have to get exactly the right place, and you're touching around in the brain but the patient, she keeps jumping and saying, "Ow."
""Cross your sleeve and make a wish. Bones are for dogs and scales are for fish. So duct tape your dreams, about-face your mind... Love's whisper is stronger than the lies that blind."
