First of all: Club I (will) belong to.

Sorry. I can't help it. He's the greatest in the HP series ^o^.

Second: My scanner is being repaired~! Yay~! I will be able to submit some pieces of artwork soon!

But until then, I want you to meet Aria (insertlastnamehere). She's my OC and I'm afraid that she might be a bit too Mary Sue-ish. What do you guys think?

Name: Aria.
Last name: Insertithere (really, help me find a last name).
Age: 15 1/2.
Height: 1.55 meters.
Weight: 47 kilos.
Hair color: Deep brown with two strays of purple (she dyed it).
Eye color: Pale blue.
Likes: Colors, spring, chocolate, her demon pet Mis (Semiramis), demons in general, big books, company, the TV show "House MD", drawing, music, Sponge Bob Square Pants.
Dislikes: Being alone, apples, sports, waking up early, losing friends, rudeness, make up.
Weapons: Aria can summon demons and she's also a talented Dark Mage.
Characteristics: Her mood varies with the weather. She gets really hyper when she eats chocolate. When she gets angry, she can be really dangerous. Very hot-headed, yet sweet when calm. Naive and really dreamy.

~ That's all.
Best wishes.
Cleo.

I'm 100% sure this shouldn't be here, because I can't upload any artwork to DA since my scanner is broken, so nobody sees my gallery and I think this is really important. If anyone reads this, please let me know where can I post this so that it's readen.

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The other night I was at this friend's house. I was finishing a class assignment and she was watching TV. While I was working, she suddenly screamed 'OMFG Cleo! Come hear this!'
I wasn't really interested but I approached her.
'Guess what?' she said. 'Michael Jackson's dead!'
'So what?'
I have never liked Michael Jackson very much. I respect his work and I know he is a legend, but I don't like his songs. Not that hard to understand, is it?
For my friend it was. She stared at me in surprise and then gasped, 'What did you just said?'
'You heard me' I replied.
'That means you... don't... like... Michael Jackson?'
'No'
'What kind of freak are you? You don't like Jonas Brothers, you don't like Michael Jackson, you must be a noob!'

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I feel really insulted because that's the way people have been treating me my whole life. And not just me. I hate the way some persons think they are better than others because of what they do or don't like.
And I hate the way some people pretend to be things they're not, just to make others like them. Never forget: "You like people because of their virtues, and love them because of their flaws". It applies to likings and dislikings too- you may like them because of what they like, but you can't LOVE them because of that. And you can't hate them either.
What sickens me is the fact that everyone labels me for what I like. I say 'I like books'; they call me 'nerd'. I say 'I listen to Evanescence'; they call me 'goth'. When I say I'm not, they reply 'Yeah sure'. WHY DO THEY THINK THEY KNOW MORE ABOUT ME THAN I DO!?!? SCREW THEM! THEY NEVER LISTEN TO ME! NEVER!

But I'm not going to give up. Hell no. Every girl in my school is so damn preppy-and-perfect and they think they've got the answer for everything. They dress up in fancy clothes and listen to the newest pop music and read shitty books with only 19 pages and stupid titles like "Love beats 'em all" and "I'm sure you'll be here forever". They're little Mary Sues whose only dream in life is to marry and to have children and to be insanely rich. They're so shallow.


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Well I'm going to end this never-ending speech or otherwise I'm gonna kill myself, lol. If anyone is interested, I'm writing a story- "The Demonologist Chronicles" and I would love some chritiques.

My best wishes.


~ Cleo.

P.S: I want to make a new account, ~crysstali, since this one isn't my account, is my cousin's. But well I'll see.

P.S.S: Excuse the crappy English. I'm doing my best.