KURAI HITOKIRI'S PROFILE
Name: Kurai Hitokiri (Just call me Kurai if my name's too long for you. I get that a lot!)
Age: 'Writing skill comes with practice, not age.' In short, it doesn't matter how old I am.
Gender: A boy doesn't write better than a girl, a girl doesn't write better than a boy. So why does my gender matter?
Likes: 1.) Books: I am a sucker for textbooks about medicine and history. 2.) Video Games: Good stuff. I love a good video game, although sometimes I really don't play for a long time. 2.) Art: Yeah, art. I like Van Gough, even though he was an insane dude who cut off his ear. 3.) Music: I like music by Billy Joel, Dizzy Gillespie, Wynton Marsailis, Louis Armstrong, and Charlie Parker. 4.) Band: Yeah, I like Jazz Band, it roks my aqua soks(sorry, weird family sort of saying XD) I play trumpet, Alto Sax, and Ocarina. 5.) Karate: 5 years of karate... yep, I'm an obsessed maniac. There's just something about karate that helps me calm down a bit after a looooong, stressful day.
Dislikes: 1.) Seeing my friends hurt or crying: It annoys me when I see my friends hurt, and enrages me further when they cry. I'm usually a very patient person, but if you hurt one of my friends then you've officially gotten on my bad side. You're a sick person if you like it when they cry. 2.) Flamers: Comments can be made without telling someone to jump off a cliff, my friends. 3.) Essays: Hey, I write stories, not essays. It doesn't say anywhere in my magic handbook that I'm supposed to like them!
Handicap: Well... let's seeee... uhhhhh, my eyesight is baaaaad. So's my knee.
Current Status: Aahhhh, drinking a shot of nice hot coffee with a bit of milk.
Journal: 7/21/08
Ahhh maaaan, I'm dog tired, it seems like everyone is today. But I basically collapsed on the couch, now I'm okay. I'm starting to visualize the next chapter of The Courtship in my mind, as well as a few... other ideas that might pop up on your screens very soon to join the others. Some old stories I've written are being pulled out from underneath the scrap heap and put to mind again. It's amazing to see how far I've come since I first started writing, let me tell ya that it's a dramatic change. I'm actually... good. And the stuff I write is... readable. Which is basically a moment I cry about since my writing used to be the total opposite! XD!!
I don't know why, but lately I'm looking back on the way things were for me a looooooong time ago. So long ago that none of my current buddies knew I existed. For some of them, that must've been the best time of their lives! XD! Anyway, I've had some weird flashbacks of those times, and now a very, very old friend is coming to mind. I think I can remember their voice... almost faintly, but they were probably my first competitor, and probably the person who pushed me to write. I've been looking for something to go along with the voice, so I have a picture riiiiiight here on my keyboard.
Ahhhh man, only a matter of days before my relatives get here, I'm psyched! Anyway, I better get cracking!
Random Scene of the Week (Because I suddenly feel like putting one up!)
Sensei and the Sand Bag
Three students stand around a musty counter covered in papers, gloves, body armor, and Gis. All wear the same black colored uniform, they stare wide eyed at the little DVD player before them...
"Oh... my... God..."
"Sensei..."
"He actually kicked a bag through the wall..."
A tall man dressed in all black walks up to them, laughing slightly. "Yeah... I guess I put a BIT too much strength in... but I thought I tapped it pretty lightly..."
"THAT was lightly, Sensei?!"
"Yeah."
"...Remind me never EVER to make you mad again."
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