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Young Writers Society


casey_kent

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About casey_kent

HEY THAT'S ME UP THERE! THE ONE IN THE GREY HOODIE!


Things in life always change. But what I will tell you here are the things currently on-going.

I'm a 7th grader, wooooo! Finally! I'm a bookworm. I'm a couch potato. I'm allergic to sports. I hate P.E. I enjoy being alone. I like Math, English and Science. I love stuffed toys. I love chocolates or anything sweet. I hate fixing my hair. I do not wear glasses. (But I think that may change since my vision's getting blurry) I love music. I play the guitar. I am undecided on what I want to be when I grow up. I hate classical music. I love my family. I love God. I love my little Superman. My emotions change quickly. I think I'm bipolar but no, since I'm nowhere near like Britney. People think I'm intelligent, well, my mom thinks so. I have manly voice. It's low and ugly. Don't call me on the phone. I like copying voices. I like cherries and mangoes. I like corndogs and candy apples. I like penguins. I tend to screw everything. I'm clumsy. I can be very intimidating. You may think that I'm a big snob but no, I'm just shy sometimes. I'm a war freak. I have a problem with my temper sometimes. I don't like people fighting me, if they do anyway I always stand up for myself and fight them back(a thing that I got from my mom). I have friends now. Yay for me. I can speak in fluent British and Aussie. My friends think it's weird, but who cares? William Beckett makes my heart rate go faster. I think that the greatest book of all is the Bible.
I think I've put a lot of things in here. :)


Interests

books, magazines, food, music, tv, cds, internet, writing, reading, listening, reflecting, poems, quotes, William Beckett

Occupation

student, bookworm, food monster

Website

http://missiheartcoffee.tumblr.com/


It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien