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ME
Faith Allyson. 11 years of age. I love listening to MUSIC. Definitely something I couldn't live without. My family, friends and God are the most important people in my life and there's nothing you can do to change that. Currently happy and loving my own life yet I know some of my friends hate me. LOL. It's pretty obvious, don't deny. I love Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, Boys Like Girls, Maroon 5, Panic! At The Disco, Incubus, Good Charlotte, Green Day, The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, The Click Five, Paramore, et cetera. Haha. Too many to mention. Black is my favorite color, so is gray. LOL. I make graphics. I enjoy playing with the computer, talking with friends, listening to music, etc. Haha. I have to go. See you next time. Teehee.

xx,
- Faith. :]

Entertainment.

Now Playing:
Emotionless by Good Charlotte

F A I T H

F is for - She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5
A is for - Warning by Incubus
I is for - Dance Floor Anthem by Good Charlotte
T is for - Minority by Green Day
H is for - When You Look Me In The Eyes by The Jonas Brothers

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Teh Past.
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Plender. Buena's Multiply. Buena's Blogger. Jhoana's Blogger. Jhoana's Multiply. Ate Claudine. Ate Marzzy. Ate RJ. Ate Sherry Ate Jade. Julia. Ate Diana. Trish. Pau. Reeza. Ate Kai. Angelx. Aleea. Cathrene. Bet. Lialee. Bea.

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Posting. =P LOL.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008

I'm back. =P

From several days of forgetting to post and wanting to post but couldn't, I'm here, posting. WTH, did that even make sense? Yes, it did. Don't ask. LOL. I'm about to change the layout of this blog, yet I think it'll take not just SOME time, but a lot of it. @-) Dang.

Let's see, I've been sick for 2 days, or more then now I'm all better. It's mysterious why I expected to have a high fever again since I watched TV at late night, but when I woke up, I felt all better. Look at that, I felt better when I actually played with the computer for several hours, and watch five 30-minute TV Shows in a row. o__O How'd that happen? Oh, well.

AMERICAN IDOL UPDATE:
Brooke White left the contest. She sang 'I'm A Believer' and 'I Am, I Said'. She did pretty good in my own opinion. The fact is, I ain't a judge, and I didn't vote - 'cause I couldn't. (But if I could, I could've voted for Carly Smithson weeks ago before she left! AAAAH.) Randy and Paula thought it was good, but Simon judged it as a nightmare. LOL. He's just telling his opinion, but he is so not being honest. Haha. BTW, next week is ROCK N' ROLL HALL OF FAME. David Cook has the greatest amount of pressure, since everybody else expects this to be his best night, ever. He's the only rockstar left in there, so everyone thinks David will steal the show. Well, I hope the pressure doesn't eat him so he could perform nicely.

Can't do anything. My brother heated me up, he's a totally break in the neck. What I mean is he's brattier than I am. GAASSH. I can't take anymore from his mouth. He keeps talking while I watch TV, and asks who the characters are every millisecond. Who wouldn't think of that as one talkative boy? I'm totally freaked out by the way he's way more talkative than me. Yeah, I know. But, I ain't talking while I'm doing this. I express my talk through hands, not the mouth since I run out my voice very fast. And I'm sort of saving it for school, I'm gonna die.

Now that I've already mentioned school, I have such a lot of stuff in mind. Like, am I still going to be in the pilot section next year, will I be able to make new friends, what would it feel like being a graduating student, what the heck are the retreat stuff, and plenty more. Yep, I'm terrified of going to school since I'll see a lot of guys again. (I have guy-o-phobia. Don't ask what it is.) I wish I'd have nice teachers, and classmate that are the same as the fifth grade batch. Err. Next month = school starts. DAMN IT. : I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate it. : DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN. What the hell. =))

I think that would be all for this day.
Hopefully, I could post tomorrow.
Gah-bye.

Currently Listening To: Angels by David Archuleta