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Spike lay lazily on his front, slumping over the great stone slab in the middle of his glass tank. His underbelly, paler than the rest of him, bulged outwards from under the row of needles along his sides, as though he were a snail grown too fat for his shell. His plump legs hung limp over the edges of the rock. His dark eyes stared out at nothing. He was alive, awake and well, but it was an alien kind of life...or reptilian, I suppose.

    “Do you want to hold him?” Niall, my cousin, asked me.

    “Um…” Looking into the lizard’s eyes was surreal. They seemed so blank and careless, but at the same time, fascinating, and at the same time, intimidating. I was intrigued, but afraid. To the right of the tank was a plastic tub full of hopping locusts. “He doesn’t bite, does he?”

    “Nah,” he assured me. “Here.” He slid open the glass door and steadily moved his hands into the tank. With his left hand he lifted up the lizard’s forelegs. There was little reaction from Spike. Niall’s right hand slipped under the pale belly, and backwards to support the remaining legs. He picked the lizard up and carefully brought him to me.

    Sitting down, I rested my hands face-up on my lap and let him place Spike into them. I didn’t trust my hands not to shake too much holding him in the air. His scales were drier and warmer than I’d expected.

    “What kind of lizard is he?” I asked.

    “Bearded dragon.”

    Spike still seemed disinterested in me, but, although I was nervous about holding him and was quick to hand him back, I felt something then that changed my life completely. It’s a clichéd thing to say, I know, but that’s the truth of it. Something made me decide in that moment that I wanted my own pet dragon - maybe it was just the fact that it’s called a dragon. I mean that’s cool, right? Who doesn’t want a dragon?

     

I was eleven then (2006) and soon to be twelve. A couple weeks before that birthday, in the back of my dad’s car, I turned about in my hand the little steel dragon hung from my string necklace, waiting to arrive at the Aquarium and Reptile Centre. Yes, it probably was the ‘dragon’ in the name that convinced me to get one. I’d always been a huge fan. Later that year, I’d begin my annual tradition of buying a dragon statuette at the end-of-school-year trip to Alton Towers, and my current bedroom is cluttered with the things, as well as dragon posters, a strange but cool hanging dragon decoration (supposed to be a puppet, maybe, I don’t know) and dragon video games; the wallpaper on my phone is a painting of a dragon, and the screensaver a painting of another dragon; I’m wearing a different dragon necklace as I type this, a stainless steel pendant from my mother who knows how much I love them. A shallow reason for deciding to get a pet? Maybe. Probably.

    The car stopped. My older sister, Ashleigh, sitting next to me, noticed that I was tapping on the base of the McDonald’s cup I’d been drinking from a little earlier. It was the anticipation. I was doing it absentmindedly; I didn’t even notice until she mentioned it.

    “You should take drumming lessons,” she said.

    She’s something of a musician herself, actually: she was practically cheated out of first place in a young singers’ competition (judged by the audience), so it was natural, I guess, that she’d encourage me to learn an instrument. That said, she’s also a bit of a spacehead; says weird things sometimes, but this particular weird thing stuck with me. More on this later.

    I slipped the cup into the drink holder and got out.

 

***

 

The world wasss bigger back then...I think.

    What memoriess are they that sswim through my little head? You humanss must find it sssooo easy, with your huge skullss, to remember. I believe I came to undersstand fery early in my life that I was a foreign dwarf...among…intrusssiff giantsss.

    At firsst I was loathe to accept it. A pet? A...a creature...kept in a tank...to be sstared at...and...passssed around and...touched? …Rrrrrak.

    There are ssome key momentss that linger in my mind...a few life-changing instancess that cannot be forgotten...like the day they took me away from my littermatess.

    I had ssseen the great moving shhadowss outside of our home. They had been there fforever… We did not care.

    We should haff. These shadows would decide our futuress. We had no choice.

    A hulking ffforeleg...removed the unsseable wall… I lowered my head and made a ccircle in the air withh my forepaw: a ssign of submission. I will not dissturb you, monsster, if you sstay away from me.

    It came at me. I wass afraid. I tried to run but I wass...frozen with ffear. It ssscooped me up...dropped me into an infissible thhing and closed me in.

    Thhey could not ssee my ffear. They could not sssee.

     

    ***

     

I can’t remember exactly how I decided which dragon to take; I only remember that Murdok stood out most to me. Maybe this one sat at the highest position on the log that leaned against the side of the tank. Perhaps I thought it was cute that it looked like the dragon was waving at me. Either way, we had one picked out of the tank and put in a round plastic tub with air holes in its lid for the journey home.

    An important note: it’s notoriously difficult to gender a baby bearded dragon. There’s supposedly no way of telling until after about a year. Foolishly, I’d already decided on the name ‘Murdok’ (a cool name, I know) and thus wanted a boy. Nope. Can’t let you do that. I called it Murdok anyway, though, and referred to it as ‘him’ to make things easy. I didn’t like the idea of saying ‘it’ all the time. It seemed insulting.

    The tank, light bulbs, bags of sand and decorative plants and chunks of wood to make up her new home (called a vivarium, I learned) added up to my most expensive birthday present to date, but it’d be worth it, I was sure. I reasoned that the responsibility of owning a lizard, a much more personal pet than a family dog in that Murdok was mine and mine alone, and that it would be up to me to take care of him, would do me good. More than that, though, it made me feel special that there could be any living thing tied more to me than to anyone else in the world. Kind of like having a child, I suppose.

    When we arrived home and got his vivarium set up in my and my younger brother’s room, my dad advised me not to try handling him too early. It was best that I let him get used to his new home, so I left him alone for a few days. It was during this time, observing his uninterrupted behaviour, that I first got a sense for his personality, whether it was unique to him or shared amongst all bearded dragons.

    He spent a lot of the first day exploring the vivarium, licking at everything he saw. He was curious - too curious, in fact. I remember I was downstairs in the living room, probably watching TV or something, when I heard my dad’s voice from above.

    “Jake! Come here!”

    My immediate thought was that something was wrong. Murdok had seemed fed up on the way home: his scales had darkened and he’d spent the whole time curled up, cold. Lizards are cold-blooded and need light and heat to live. Surely a single car journey was safe enough considering that was the only feasible way of getting him from the pet shop, and he’d seemed all right once we got his basking light working, but what if…?

    I made my way upstairs, slow and uncertain as I usually am when worried, rather than rushing; turned left into my bedroom. Dad was there. He looked at me, and then at the tank.

    “Where’s your lizard?” he said.

    Alarm, of course, shot through me. I stared into the vivarium, at every inch of the miniature sand dunes. Murdok was nowhere to be seen. What, had he buried himself in it? Or...was I not looking hard enough? Had his golden brown scales disguised him completely? He couldn’t have escaped; the only way out was the heavy glass door. A creature the length of my palm had no chance of moving it.

    It was after making sure he’d gotten me thoroughly worried that my dad pointed at the decorative ivy stuck to the side of the tank with one of those plastic suction cup things. And there was Murdok, clinging to the thing like bloody Spider-Dragon. How did he get up there? He must have jumped. It was a surprise then, but I soon grew accustomed to his insane aerial capabilities, so I guess they’re called dragons for a reason.

    He must have been trying to eat the fake plastic leaves, I thought. It reminded me of the Radiohead song...

    “Her fake plastic watering can

    for her fake plastic rubber plant

    in fake plastic earth”

    ...and it still makes me wonder how weird it must be for a lizard to live against its instincts in captivity.

     

    ***

     

The tasste was horrible. What wass thiss that looked like my food and decceived me? It taunted me and tricked me alwaysss. It iss not my fault that my body runsss on instinct. If it iss green then I will sssnap it up. I do not know the differencce until I haff felt it on my tongue. Crraa-ak.

    Leafsss are boring anyway. Sstationary. Nefer moofing...nefer jumping like deliciousss cricketsss and locusssts. It isss the moofment that gets me all...exccited...getsss me all…kraaaa…

    I can catch an insssect faster than the big hairy ffood-giffing thhing outside off my world can move itss eyess. Thhey jump...thhey sspring on top of my hhead...and I can sstill get them...and ssssnap them up...their legsss...krr-ra-um. I am a...hunting drackon. This iss the thhing the Ffood-Giffer sayss. ‘Drackon’ when it lookss at me… ‘Drackon’ when it ffondles the shhiny worm hhanging from itss neck. I am a hunting drackon.

 

Thhere came a day when I wass remoofed from my bright world… Thhe Ffood-Giffer took me into itss clawss as it often doess...as I do not mind...but then it put me in a dark place. Ffood Giffer wass still withh me...carried me as I ssat in the dark...but I was not at peace. It wass like the firsst time...when I firsst moofed home...and I was affraid. The Giffer ssat withh me on its legss and they rumbled...rumbled rumbled… The fibrationss were unsssettling.

    But thiss did not last. Ssoon I wass in the light again. In the light I trusst. And my world was all the same...but the world outsside was different. I ssaw the back legss of the Ffood-Giffer more than itss belly now. And withh the new world...came new noisesss… Tak bnghhh...and krassshhh… The ssound continued ffor a long time...ffor many waking hourss...but wass silent when I sslept. But it wass regularr… Tak tak… Tak tak bnghhh… Tak tak bnghhh… It became the mosst normal sssound in the world…

 

***

 

Boom-tap-tap boom-tap-tap boom-tap-tap kshhh-tap-tap… The year we moved house, when I was fourteen (2007), was also the year I, as was inevitable, decided to take up drumming lessons, and having a room of my own now, I had the space for an electric kit. This became my second baby after Murdok, whose true dragoness identity I still had yet to be certain of, but had begun to suspect. It had been over two years and the gender should probably have been found out by now, but due to conflicting pieces of advice from the pet shop owners I’d asked about it, I still wasn’t sure how to tell, and Murdok had too few visible differences from Niall’s Spike, so for now, she was still tentatively a he to me.

    Drumming was a very regular hobby: I’d practise nearly every afternoon when I got home from school, and pointedly every Tuesday to impress my weekly-visiting nana. I went with my aunt to the big shop Sound Control, a genuinely magical place where they’d let you try out all the instruments you wanted, for two sheet music books - Red Hot Chili Peppers and Nirvana - and a lesson book to get me into the basics. From then on, I was known as The Drummer to, rather embarrassingly, everyone in the family, so it couldn’t just be a hobby - it was part of my identity now.

    Murdok didn’t seem to mind. Yeah, he looked a bit startled the first time I started playing, but I don’t imagine it was any different from having the TV blasting sound from all my dragony video games right next to his vivarium. It seemed that he soon got used to it because it wasn’t long before his reactions to the noise became minimal. I mean...it’s either that he got used to it...or that...he went deaf.

    ...Hm.

           

I was playing the kit one afternoon, trying to nail a particularly difficult exercise that my teacher had given me last lesson. It had been six days. I was expected to master it for tomorrow but I’d had no luck with it. It felt really weird to handle because the combination of drums that I was hitting was unusual, and the beat was syncopated, which for any non-musicians means it fits into odd parts of the rhythm and might not sound right until it’s...sort of...resolved. It was the resolving that I had the issue with: pulling the complex beat back together before it swam out of my control. I could do it slowly, at about half the speed I needed, but that wasn’t enough. Every time I tried to speed it up I made a mess of the music and I knew I could do better. Frustration filled my head with curses and muddles and tangling strands of anger and it got to me. I lashed out at the air; threw my drumstick at it.

    The stick didn’t break, thankfully, but the dent in the wall is still there. The tip of my finger fits into the groove. I’m feeling it right now, as I write this. It’s a symbol, for me, of what happens when I lose control; serves as a reminder to keep my head and my time; keeps my playing in check. At the same time, though, it shows me what I’m capable of, and what marks I can make, when I get really passionate and really emotional about something. It tells me to stay cool and calm, but assures me that I can be strong when I want to be.

    Strong like a dragon.

 

***

 

I haff sseen imagess off the drackons for whhich I am named.  I haff hheard their KROOAAARs...come ffrom the giant light-moofing-ssound-making-thing besside my world...and I hafff wondered...why I shhare thheir name. I...cannot kro-o-aar as heaffily...I am not sso big as thhem. I...cannot breathhe...the light of the Ssun ffrom my thhroat. What...off drackon...iss thhere in me?

    Thhe shhining worm...that the Ffood Giffer keepsss on itss neck...it holdss it...holdss it between itss fat talonss and exsssamines the detailss of itss form. It iss a creature whosse body iss long like a sssnake…greater ssspikes than mine sstick out ffrom the back of itss sskull...and a ffeather decoratess the tip of itss tail… It iss a drackon.

    My body...iss ffat...and doess not shine. My sspikes giff way...they bend at the touchhh of the Ffood Giffer’ss clawsss… My tail...iss plain...and dissposable. Raa-ak.

    Whhat...off drackon...iss thhere in me?

Of Dragons and Drumsticks
On 20th June 2015, Murdok Dracul passed away. This piece of writing was an assignment submitted for my Creative Non-Fiction module at university. It was my joint-best-received creative project, scoring a mark of 78, if I remember correctly. 
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Uni's been great. Right now, it's looking like I might have passed with a 1st class degree in English and Creative Writing, which would do wonders for my confidence. My Final Portfolio submission was an extract from the Book of Earth and it got a really pleasing mark of 75%. I don't know whether I should upload it to DA because it's the beginning of Chapter 12... Eh, maybe I will. I'll definitely be submitting the poems that I wrote for my course on 'Innovative Poetry', which got me...72%, if I remember correctly. 

Anyway, I got tagged by :iconmcrkilljoyforlife: so I'd better do this now! When you start doing these things again, that's when you know you've returned to DA in full. 

001. Real Name : Jacob Graham
002. Nickname: Jake
003. Zodiac Sign: Gemini
004. Male Or Female: Male
005. Elementary : Don't use American terminology on me! 
006. Middle School : Stop it! 
007. High School : St Patrick's Roman Catholic; graduated 5 years ago
008. Hair Color : Dark brown, but greying quickly
009. Long Or Short: Long
010. Loud Or Quiet: Quiet
011. Sweats Or Jeans : Jeans
012. Phone Or Camera : Phone...but it feels wrong to say that
013. Health Freak : Regrettably not. I like pizza too much. 
014. Drink Or Smoke: I like whisky and dark rum. Smoke is disgusting. 
015. Do You Have A Crush On Someone: I always have a crush on someone
016. Political orientation: I can't quite make up my mind. 
017. Piercings: No
018. Tattoos: Eventually, maybe. A dragon would be the first. 

HAVE YOU EVER [BEEN IN]:
019. Airplane : No
020. Car Accident : No
021. Fist Fight :  No
022. First piercing:  None
023. First Best Friend : A guy called Danny
024. First Instrument : DRUMS!!
025. First award: ... I dunno, maybe a Merit Pencil in primary school
026. First Crush: haha, no
027. First Language: English
028. First Big Vacation : Cornwall?

LASTS:
029. Last Person you talked to: sister and mother
030. Last Person You Texted : multiple uni friends
031. Last Person You Watched : :iconlarathekitsunecub:
032. Last Food You Ate : burrito
033. Last Movie You Watched : Age of Ultron and it was awesome
034. Last Song You listened To: Fishknives by James. It's a rarity, and it's really good. 
035. Last Thing You Bought : A hotdog and a large Tango :P 
036. Last Person You Hugged : A uni friend named Eleanor Steele...which is an awesome name. 

FAVES:
037. Food : Pizza/Calzone
038. Drinks : water, blackcurrant juice...and rum
039. Clothing : Jeans, t-shirt, overshirt, dragon necklace
040. Book : The Book of Three by Lloyd Alexander
041. Colour: Green
042. Flower: don't have one
043: Music: Rock, folk
044. Movies : The Road to El Dorado, Lord of the Rings
045. Shoes : something practical
046. Subjects : as in school? English first, then music. 


IN THE LAST YEAR I.....
047. [ ] Kissed In The Snow
048. [X] Celebrated Halloween
049. [X] Had My Heart Broken 
050. [ ] Went Over The Minutes On Your
Cell Phone
051. [ ] Someone Questioned Your Sexual Orientation (not that I know of)
052. [ ] Came Outta The Closet
053. [ ] Got Pregnant (that would be highly amusing)
054. [ ] Had An Abortion
055. [ ] Did Something I Regretted
056. [ ] Broke A Promise
057. [X] Kept A Secret
058. [X] Pretended To Be Happy
059. [X] Met Someone Who Changed Your Life
060. [ ] Pretended To Be Sick
061. [ ]Left The Country
062. [X] Tried something you normally wouldn't like, and liked it. (Calamari)
063. [ ] Cried Over The Silliest Thing
064. [ ] Ran A Mile
065. [X] Went To The Beach 
066. [X] Stayed Single 

CURRENTLY:
067. Eating : Burrito and pizza consecutively. I can afford to. I'm skinny. 
068. Drinking : Blackcurrant juice
069. Getting Ready To : maybe play Smash Bros
070. Listening To : the tapping of the keyboard and the whirring of the computer
071. Plans For Tomorrow/Today : ...work
072. Waiting For : E3

YOUR FUTURE:
073. Want Kids : probably
074. Want To Get Married : probably
075. Careers in mind : Proofreader, author

WHICH IS BETTER ON BOY/GIRL: 
076. Lips Or Eyes : either
077. Shorter Or Taller : either
078. Romantic Or Spontaneous : these are not mutually exclusive
079. Nice Stomach Or Nice Arms : Stomach
080. Sensitive Or Loud : Sensitive
081. Hookup Or Relationship : Relationship
082. Troublemaker Or Hesitant : either (might be a weird thing to pick 'either' for)

HAVE YOU EVER:
083. Lost Glasses/Contacts : I left them dangling on the outside of my pocket while I was climbing some boulders at the top of a mountain. That didn't go well. 
084. Ran Away From Home : No
085. Held A Weapon : not with the intention of using it as a weapon
086. Killed Somebody : A few greenflies by accident. I poisoned a troublesome crane fly once and hated myself for it. 
087. Broken Someone's Heart: I don't think so; not really
088. Been Arrested : No

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
090. Yourself : Always
091. Miracles : yes and no
092. Love At First Sight : yes but it isn't necessary
093. Heaven : in some way
094. Santa Claus : in perhaps the same way as miracles
096. Magic : It's simultaneously difficult to and difficult not to. 

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:
097. Is There One Person You Wanna Be With, Right Now : yes
098. Are You Seriously Happy With Where You Are, In Life: no
099. Do You Believe In God: Not the kind of god you're probably thinking of. 
100. Post As 100 Truths And Tag five: 

:iconthrontre: :icontwinagatedragons: :iconmattchewbackaar: :iconredpaperfox: :iconabi-rose-official:
  • Mood: Optimism
  • Listening to: -
  • Reading: The Buried Giant by Kazuo Ishiguro
  • Playing: SSB4, Fire Emblem: Awakening
  • Eating: (see above)
This is my first journal entry in THREE YEARS, so...yay to me being back! w00t! 

I've wanted to make a new entry in a while, and I think when I've finally finished my Creative Writing course at university (just 15 days left!) I'll maybe write a nice, heart-warming piece about the experience and what I've learned from it and no one will read it. But until then... I've just been reading the Wikipedia page of Terry Brooks, the awesome writer of the Shannara series, of which I admit I've only read three books so far, although I own almost all of them thanks to my fantasy-loving father.

Here are some quotes that I really like: 

"I would set my adventure story in an imaginary world, a vast, sprawling, mythical world like that of Tolkien, filled with magic that had replaced science and races that had evolved from Man. But I was not Tolkien and did not share his background in academia or his interest in cultural study. So I would eliminate the poetry and songs, the digressions on the ways and habits of types of characters, and the appendices of language and backstory that characterized and informed Tolkien's work. I would write the sort of straightforward adventure story that barreled ahead, picking up speed as it went, compelling a turning of pages until there were no more pages to be turned."

 "Environment is a character in my story and almost always plays a major role in affecting the story's outcome. I have always believed that fantasy, in particular, because it takes place in an imaginary world with at least some imaginary characters, needs to make the reader feel at home in the setting. That means bringing the setting alive for the reader, which is what creating environment as a character is really all about."
  • Mood: Lazy
  • Listening to: Moondance, Van Morrison
  • Reading: A lotta 'Postmodern' novels for uni
  • Playing: SSB4, Kirby: Rainbow Paintbrush, Pandora's Tower
  • Eating: Salmon (mmm)

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Jacob Graham
Artist | Student | Literature
United Kingdom
Jacob Martin Peter Graham, born 11 June 1994.

I'm at the University of Salford studying English and Creative Writing.
I'm also in the midst of planning numerous fantasy stories, and writing my first, the title of which is "Book of Earth: The Ancient Heroes of Izgarv", or "Heroes of the Stars".

Collectively, the stories are called "The Elements of Izgarv".

Above is a labelled map of the archipelago on which the main stories take place, the Isles of Izgarv.

Since drawing is a huge hobby of mine, some sketches of the characters in my stories have been uploaded into my gallery. They can all be found in my folders.

I hope you like my writing and illustrations.
Interests
Uni's been great. Right now, it's looking like I might have passed with a 1st class degree in English and Creative Writing, which would do wonders for my confidence. My Final Portfolio submission was an extract from the Book of Earth and it got a really pleasing mark of 75%. I don't know whether I should upload it to DA because it's the beginning of Chapter 12... Eh, maybe I will. I'll definitely be submitting the poems that I wrote for my course on 'Innovative Poetry', which got me...72%, if I remember correctly. 

Anyway, I got tagged by :iconmcrkilljoyforlife: so I'd better do this now! When you start doing these things again, that's when you know you've returned to DA in full. 

001. Real Name : Jacob Graham
002. Nickname: Jake
003. Zodiac Sign: Gemini
004. Male Or Female: Male
005. Elementary : Don't use American terminology on me! 
006. Middle School : Stop it! 
007. High School : St Patrick's Roman Catholic; graduated 5 years ago
008. Hair Color : Dark brown, but greying quickly
009. Long Or Short: Long
010. Loud Or Quiet: Quiet
011. Sweats Or Jeans : Jeans
012. Phone Or Camera : Phone...but it feels wrong to say that
013. Health Freak : Regrettably not. I like pizza too much. 
014. Drink Or Smoke: I like whisky and dark rum. Smoke is disgusting. 
015. Do You Have A Crush On Someone: I always have a crush on someone
016. Political orientation: I can't quite make up my mind. 
017. Piercings: No
018. Tattoos: Eventually, maybe. A dragon would be the first. 

HAVE YOU EVER [BEEN IN]:
019. Airplane : No
020. Car Accident : No
021. Fist Fight :  No
022. First piercing:  None
023. First Best Friend : A guy called Danny
024. First Instrument : DRUMS!!
025. First award: ... I dunno, maybe a Merit Pencil in primary school
026. First Crush: haha, no
027. First Language: English
028. First Big Vacation : Cornwall?

LASTS:
029. Last Person you talked to: sister and mother
030. Last Person You Texted : multiple uni friends
031. Last Person You Watched : :iconlarathekitsunecub:
032. Last Food You Ate : burrito
033. Last Movie You Watched : Age of Ultron and it was awesome
034. Last Song You listened To: Fishknives by James. It's a rarity, and it's really good. 
035. Last Thing You Bought : A hotdog and a large Tango :P 
036. Last Person You Hugged : A uni friend named Eleanor Steele...which is an awesome name. 

FAVES:
037. Food : Pizza/Calzone
038. Drinks : water, blackcurrant juice...and rum
039. Clothing : Jeans, t-shirt, overshirt, dragon necklace
040. Book : The Book of Three by Lloyd Alexander
041. Colour: Green
042. Flower: don't have one
043: Music: Rock, folk
044. Movies : The Road to El Dorado, Lord of the Rings
045. Shoes : something practical
046. Subjects : as in school? English first, then music. 


IN THE LAST YEAR I.....
047. [ ] Kissed In The Snow
048. [X] Celebrated Halloween
049. [X] Had My Heart Broken 
050. [ ] Went Over The Minutes On Your
Cell Phone
051. [ ] Someone Questioned Your Sexual Orientation (not that I know of)
052. [ ] Came Outta The Closet
053. [ ] Got Pregnant (that would be highly amusing)
054. [ ] Had An Abortion
055. [ ] Did Something I Regretted
056. [ ] Broke A Promise
057. [X] Kept A Secret
058. [X] Pretended To Be Happy
059. [X] Met Someone Who Changed Your Life
060. [ ] Pretended To Be Sick
061. [ ]Left The Country
062. [X] Tried something you normally wouldn't like, and liked it. (Calamari)
063. [ ] Cried Over The Silliest Thing
064. [ ] Ran A Mile
065. [X] Went To The Beach 
066. [X] Stayed Single 

CURRENTLY:
067. Eating : Burrito and pizza consecutively. I can afford to. I'm skinny. 
068. Drinking : Blackcurrant juice
069. Getting Ready To : maybe play Smash Bros
070. Listening To : the tapping of the keyboard and the whirring of the computer
071. Plans For Tomorrow/Today : ...work
072. Waiting For : E3

YOUR FUTURE:
073. Want Kids : probably
074. Want To Get Married : probably
075. Careers in mind : Proofreader, author

WHICH IS BETTER ON BOY/GIRL: 
076. Lips Or Eyes : either
077. Shorter Or Taller : either
078. Romantic Or Spontaneous : these are not mutually exclusive
079. Nice Stomach Or Nice Arms : Stomach
080. Sensitive Or Loud : Sensitive
081. Hookup Or Relationship : Relationship
082. Troublemaker Or Hesitant : either (might be a weird thing to pick 'either' for)

HAVE YOU EVER:
083. Lost Glasses/Contacts : I left them dangling on the outside of my pocket while I was climbing some boulders at the top of a mountain. That didn't go well. 
084. Ran Away From Home : No
085. Held A Weapon : not with the intention of using it as a weapon
086. Killed Somebody : A few greenflies by accident. I poisoned a troublesome crane fly once and hated myself for it. 
087. Broken Someone's Heart: I don't think so; not really
088. Been Arrested : No

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
090. Yourself : Always
091. Miracles : yes and no
092. Love At First Sight : yes but it isn't necessary
093. Heaven : in some way
094. Santa Claus : in perhaps the same way as miracles
096. Magic : It's simultaneously difficult to and difficult not to. 

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:
097. Is There One Person You Wanna Be With, Right Now : yes
098. Are You Seriously Happy With Where You Are, In Life: no
099. Do You Believe In God: Not the kind of god you're probably thinking of. 
100. Post As 100 Truths And Tag five: 

:iconthrontre: :icontwinagatedragons: :iconmattchewbackaar: :iconredpaperfox: :iconabi-rose-official:
  • Mood: Optimism
  • Listening to: -
  • Reading: The Buried Giant by Kazuo Ishiguro
  • Playing: SSB4, Fire Emblem: Awakening
  • Eating: (see above)

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Waspdrake Featured By Owner Jun 8, 2015
Thanks for faving my dragon! :)
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No prob! Dragons are awesome.
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Thank you for the favorite.
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Thank u for the fav!
Look through my gallery if u have time, i'll really appreciate it:D (Big Grin) 
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DalekCaanII Featured By Owner May 5, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the watch! (sorry this is late ^^;)
:tighthug: :glomp: :heart:
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Handshake 
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Thanks for the fave!
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Very welcome!
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Thanks for the watch and the llama :3
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Thumbs UpNod very welcome! Same to you, and for the :+fav:!
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