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I have no idea what I want to do with this account.
I just might go back to DLRP (daily life role play; the original purpose for this account) or just use this account for making sets to coincide with some quick one shots *cue B.A.P* and other fanfics.
 
SHOUTOT to all these good looking people in this set on their faces. Jhene - Momoko - T.O.P - SS501; stay sexy people (someone has to cuz it ain't me lol)

Knee pads; the future?
I like them. *shrugs*
This is how I would wear them.

Lee Chaerin; too dope for words

I'm IN LOVE with that model. uNF park yoochun.

sup

Haha cwutididthur? I'm a clever lil thang. Mhm.
I'm surrounded by badd itches today ;) even my roomie is lookin dope! Well that's just because she is. At any rate; this is just an update to let thouse of you know that A LOT is changing for me and should be reflected in forth coming works of mine. Mmk? Errbody good? Got it? Great. Ciao. ~zEEbAYbEE

it is WAY TOO ZAMN HOT
100 degrees wtf nature?!
Did you guys forget I existed? Yeah I bet.
How's it going? What's new? Who single?
iight ciao~

Name: Zahara Tuscaleoni
Grade: Junior
Youtube Video: http://www.youtube.com/user/iDejANCE#p/u/5/Hh5e3Tn4I3M
Why Should I Be Picked For The Dance Team?: Dance is my life. Although I've only been dancing since I was twelve I've done just about every style there is, my favorite being hip hop. I have great body control and I'm easy to get along with. I pick up choreo really easily and usually end up helping others if they need it. If picked, I'd be very dedicated and vocal about any ideas that I have.

Wednesday » May » 18 » Cuan's Birthday
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It’s Cuan’s birthday and it depressed my like no other. I thought back to the past, when we would have the best parties, the best feasts on this day. I forced myself to grab the black box off my dresser. Inside the box was a small gold figurine of a wolf sitting on a throne with his foot on a globe. It was, in my eyes, the perfect think to describe just how much Cuan not only meant to me but the tribe. He ruled our world. He was, in a sense, our world. I walked towards Cuan’s tent and placed a small box on the outside. I couldn’t bare to see him, especially not with everything that had gone on the past few days.
 
When I got back to my room I stayed there, Merlyn’s arms wrapped around me tight as I allowed a few tears to stream down my face. It wasn’t just the fact that it was Cuan’s birthday but the lost of trust from the tribe, the accusations, and the possible bounty that was placed on all three of our heads from the vamprys. I didn’t want to be in the palace, I wanted to be on Merlyn’s lumpy couch. Raiding his fridge and forgetting everything. Staying here for me was the never ending reminder of the choices I had made. It was all too much. Merlyn wiped my tears and told me to be strong, knowing that if anyone could handle things it would be me. He called me a boulder even though I felt more like a pebble, he did his best to convince me that he was right and after a few hours of passion I did believe him. He’s very persuasive.
«Aelwen