awwww...

I found out two days ago, that I am allergic to dairy, peanuts, wheat, corn, soy, and trees and grasses. Today I had a cookie that was really good,and I was able to eat it. It's agood start; but I already miss cheese.

My turn!

Ok! (but remember, I have brain issues :))
Animal: I would say panda, you're lovable and fun
Color: a forest green
Season: either fall, or spring, fall of memories, spring of flowers
Manga Character: I think you remind me of a Cooro, Senri mixture.
Song: Fireflies? I stink at naming songs, but I think "you'll be in my heart" from Tarzan fits nicely
Smell: pine trees, like the tree in front of nannys house, our tree
Food: I know you dont like bannanas, but I dont know that one.

Man, that makes me feel bad, you answered all mine right, and i didnt even get one of them, did I?

OKAY TIME FOR FUN

So, i had an idea. I am going to describe my best friend (the other crazy of course) by things she reminds me of, and other things like that.soooooo... here you go!
Animal: A hamster maybe? Something really gentle like that.
Color: I wonder... Pink? Purple? Just kidding Kelsie, i would never call you pink. Orange of course,
Season: probably fall. But maybe that's cuz fall's when we had the best memories.
Manga Character: Probably Senri
Song: Once upon a december. HANDS DOWN
Smell: (I know it's a weird one) Syrup.
Food: Mac n Cheese.
Now your turn to answer with the same questions, Kelsie! Put lots of thought into it

Tragedy...

after 7 years, I finally did it...I beat banjo kazooie... I've wanted to beat it FOREVER, so why am i so sad...?

hey, Zack if you see this, HI!

Looky looky look look

http://http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6371587/1/3_years_Later
This is my fanfiction about Haku and Chihiro!

Three years later

One rainy day, the spirit was exempt of his duties due to fever and stayed in his room. A somber mood filled the small japanese styled room. He opened the door and stepped out onto his balcony. Almost expecting to see the 'paper birds', as she had called them, he gazed out into the grey sky and blue shimmering ocean. The rain felt good on his face. The combination of the falling rain and sea salt smell must've been the reason for the lazy, somber mood. The wind was blowing slightly, and was brushing his shoulder lenght hair to the side. Everything was much quieter without her. Her effect on everyone in the bath house was still effervescent, even after three or four years; he was losing count. His fever was making everthing worse. He needed to touch something of hers; maybe it'd make him feel better. So, with that in his mind, he stood and walked to the large chest in his room.
Amongst the many things inside the chest, there were several letters with girlish handwriting addressed to himself and a small, very soft cloth bundle. He picked it up with shaking hands and began unwrap it, already knowing what was cradled inside. Once he opened it, he grinned, tears in his eyes. 'I knew I still had it.' In his hands sat a small pink tennishoe.