MaLisa Ashley ~ Carol Sousanator
So, yeah. Hey. I'm MaLisa. As seen above. Derp. So I don't really use Nexopia anymore. There's things about me I'd like to put here, so here goes nothing. I play guitar. Bass is gone, unfortunately. I'm getting better, but practice makes perfect, I suppose. I just need to learn more songs and scales and shit. But other than that, I'm decent for teaching myself how to play. Music is my passion. If my headphones aren't in my ears, I'm never truly happy. I like all types of music. Because every kind of music is good to someone, right? Don't h8, or discriminate, yo. Also, if you haven't noticed, my name is VERY black. So my friends and whoever else calls me Shaneequa. I think it has a ring to it. I'm rambling, that's the point of this thing, right? I don't believe in love. It's another 4 letter word teenagers throw around like it's nothing. It may exist somewhere down the road for me, but not anywhere near now. I have this weird irrational fear of dropping my phone in the toilet, yet I text while I'm in the bath. I know, right? Just a little strange. That's another thing. I'm not average. I'm pretty weird, dude. But really, I'm just myself. Cause there's no one else I'd rather be. There's only one of me after all. I have a weird thing for nerds. There's something about a man with a high score under his belt is kinda attractive. I enjoy the cute little romantic things, although, dinner and a movie is too cliché for me. Let's go paint-balling, or play some COD, yo. I'm a high school grad. I thought I was too dumb to pass. But I guess I have SOME smarts. I live in Surrey. I can't stand it here. It's loud, and smelly. Burnaby is so much nicer. Job is needed for that to happen, though. If you call me a Surrey Slut, I will be forced to do.. well, nothing. Not talk to you? Yeah. That. Nighttime cuddles are the shit. I don't care what y'all think. But I'm sure half of you out there agree with me. If I could go anywhere in the world I'd go to Australia. And force myself into a kangaroo pouch. Fuck yes. I'm in love with Flea, from RHCP of course. Man is my IDOL. And my future husband and father to my bass playing children. IDGAF. I love musicals. Rent & Hairspray. John Travolta is a sexy woman. Also, I'm addicting to texting. My phone is my life. And my laptop. Even though I just got it. It's my connection to the outside world. Without it, I'm lost. {I wish I could speak another language. Portuguese preferably. Facebook is a horrible addiction as well. And I'm an addict. I honestly with I was taller, not that I'm tall enough. I want to be tall enough to go sit on my roof sometimes. And draw. Or listen to music, or something. In the summer though, of course. It's snowing in chilly Vancouver, yo! My igloo's roof is melting again. I think I'm done. Like, message me or something? A profile comment? I don't know. Think of something, dude. I'm outskies. Nah, jk. I'm going to smoke more marijuana. ♥
Also, Boys are fucking stupid. I'm considering lesbianism. Fa realz. ;D
Live with no regrets, because tomorrow's another day. And the past is the past.
So, yeah. Hey. I'm MaLisa. As seen above. Derp. So I don't really use Nexopia anymore. There's things about me I'd like to put here, so here goes nothing. I play guitar. Bass is gone, unfortunately. I'm getting better, but practice makes perfect, I suppose. I just need to learn more songs and scales and shit. But other than that, I'm decent for teaching myself how to play. Music is my passion. If my headphones aren't in my ears, I'm never truly happy. I like all types of music. Because every kind of music is good to someone, right? Don't h8, or discriminate, yo. Also, if you haven't noticed, my name is VERY black. So my friends and whoever else calls me Shaneequa. I think it has a ring to it. I'm rambling, that's the point of this thing, right? I don't believe in love. It's another 4 letter word teenagers throw around like it's nothing. It may exist somewhere down the road for me, but not anywhere near now. I have this weird irrational fear of dropping my phone in the toilet, yet I text while I'm in the bath. I know, right? Just a little strange. That's another thing. I'm not average. I'm pretty weird, dude. But really, I'm just myself. Cause there's no one else I'd rather be. There's only one of me after all. I have a weird thing for nerds. There's something about a man with a high score under his belt is kinda attractive. I enjoy the cute little romantic things, although, dinner and a movie is too cliché for me. Let's go paint-balling, or play some COD, yo. I'm a high school grad. I thought I was too dumb to pass. But I guess I have SOME smarts. I live in Surrey. I can't stand it here. It's loud, and smelly. Burnaby is so much nicer. Job is needed for that to happen, though. If you call me a Surrey Slut, I will be forced to do.. well, nothing. Not talk to you? Yeah. That. Nighttime cuddles are the shit. I don't care what y'all think. But I'm sure half of you out there agree with me. If I could go anywhere in the world I'd go to Australia. And force myself into a kangaroo pouch. Fuck yes. I'm in love with Flea, from RHCP of course. Man is my IDOL. And my future husband and father to my bass playing children. IDGAF. I love musicals. Rent & Hairspray. John Travolta is a sexy woman. Also, I'm addicting to texting. My phone is my life. And my laptop. Even though I just got it. It's my connection to the outside world. Without it, I'm lost. {I wish I could speak another language. Portuguese preferably. Facebook is a horrible addiction as well. And I'm an addict. I honestly with I was taller, not that I'm tall enough. I want to be tall enough to go sit on my roof sometimes. And draw. Or listen to music, or something. In the summer though, of course. It's snowing in chilly Vancouver, yo! My igloo's roof is melting again. I think I'm done. Like, message me or something? A profile comment? I don't know. Think of something, dude. I'm outskies. Nah, jk. I'm going to smoke more marijuana. ♥
Also, Boys are fucking stupid. I'm considering lesbianism. Fa realz. ;D
Live with no regrets, because tomorrow's another day. And the past is the past.
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