KarraChan

Fuck standards. I make my own rules, and rule my own makings. I am the queen of everything and the slave of the world. My mind and my rantings will leave your mind spinning, but you’ll always come back for more, cause I’m just that crazy. I take pride in my master, and shame in my failure. I love all and hate none, no matter what their wrong doings may entail. I scream at the top of my lungs from boredom, and never from fright. I’ll bite things that are near me when I feel like biting. I can hold my breath underwater for about a minute and a half to two minutes. I have also held a G on my clarinet for about the same time. I can spell (and say) hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia and pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis correctly, and without falter, and know what they mean. I can be rude and mean and use the foulest language you can think up, but I choose not to, for the most part. Sure, I swear every once in a while. But that’s a habit I’m working on kicking. One of my life-time goals is to read the entire dictionary through. At least twice. And memorize as many words as possible, just so I can confuse people. My biggest fears are abandonment, drowning, and falling face-up out of an airplane that is being flown by a giant tarantula… Though I love swimming, flying, and spiders. I also love snakes, snails, worms, mice, slugs, etc.. I’m a bit of a tom-boy… Though I never wear pants. It’s not that I feel it’s wrong, or that it’s against my religion, I just don’t find them comfortable… I love being able to move. The closest thing to pants you will ever see me in is tights. They’re pretty comfortable. And I’m not much into vanity… I seldom wear make-up, do my hair, or pick out my clothes and make sure they are perfect.. I brush my hair and sometimes wear a headband to keep it out of my face… And my clothes rarely match. Not because I’m lazy… But because I don’t like to match.. I love contrast and contradictions. But don’t get contradictions mixed with Hippocrates… Completely different. I’m fond of scars and bruises and scrapes… I love to stretch… I’m awesome at doodling, and my recent doodle, which I might put up in place of my flower, or some other picture, goes against everything I have ever thought about myself… It was an art project… The task: Choose a picture from a magazine or such and cut out three squares/rectangles that take up less than one third of the paper. Only one can contain a facial feature… The picture I chose had a woman with her hands on her face… But I suck at drawing both hands and faces…. My accomplishment astounds me… And even impressed those who glanced at it on their way past me…. Anyways… On to the rest of my profile… I promise it’s not as strenuous as this was..

Here are some things I hate.
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I hate talking…
(Unless I’m high/filled with caffeine)
People..
Useless noise..
Driving..
Pink (the colour)..
Wearing pants
(both literally and figuratively)..
People..
Men who think with their penis..
“Bubblegum” music..
Government..
Racists..
Sexists..
Drug lordes..
Religion..
Sun..
Celebrities..

I love gloom an doom an all that..
But I’m not emo.
Nor am I goth.
Nor punk.
So don’t ask.
I’m just a freak, in all forms of the word.

No, I’m not the freakiest person you’ll ever meet, but I am a freak. And I have my own little world,
in which,
I rule over all…

Of course it’s not a very sane world..
I don’t rule very well..
They follow me..
But sometimes…
I don’t understand why….

Aaaanyways….
I’m always up for a chat, as long as you speak (and type) in legible english. Otherwise you’ll be ignored.