CuriousPony

Clothes aren't my concern... my concern is how did you get into my house, why did you want to get into my house, and.... good lord, who ARE you anyway?

All the tiiiiiiime! One with a collar! Turtleneck! THAT's the kiiiiiiiind... 'CAUSE WHEN YOU'RE WEEEEAAARIIIIIIIIING!!!... THAT ONE SPECIAL SWEATER...... How much chuck could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could Chuck Norris?

*gasp!!!* YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYY!!! This is the best. Possible. THING! XD

I get PJs every year, so yeah I did. TPAM loves pumpkin pie.

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Aww, yay! Glad I helped! *hugs back*

Usually I leave them alone unless I know someone'll come in and hurt it. Then I trap it and bring it outside. I mean, they're just trying to survive like we are, after all. As long as the house isn't infested, I don't mind there being a couple little friends seeking shelter in the safety and warmth of my home.

I don't use either very often, but I prefer Mayo. I can handle the tanginess of Miracle Whip, but if I had a choice, I'd rather use the more subtle Mayo instead.

*raises hoof* I have OCD... I'm more of the, "repeat actions until they feel right or feel like something terrible will happen" type of OCD. I've got routines where I do things a certain number of times, and I tend to feel compelled to walk in and out of doorways at least once or twice, or sometimes over and over until it feels right.

Tornado Skies turn a sickly gray and green, All citizens see and are keen, Quickly take shelter underground, When screaming sirens loudly sound, For hither comes the beast of beasts, On buildings in the town it feasts, It wildly rages everywhere, Hurling trucks and cars through the air, And trees fly away one by one, The monster, though, is far from done, Some places get a debris bath, Others are spared from horrid wrath, Dust covers all, no one can see, One can only hear And guess what Might be, Ripping, Zapping, Bangs And Cries, Are Like the Monster's Lullabies, The beast's rage Changes to a creep, It heads into the sky to sleep, Leaving behind an awful mess, What once was there, one can but guess, The townspeople come out to find, A few buildings were left behind, Some homes had had the best of luck, The beast passed by, they were not struck, But most were left with misty eyes, Sad memories, and gray green skies. White Picket Fence I stand behind the picket fence, It glistens perfect white, I stand behind the picket fence, From morning until night, I'm sure the fence seems very nice, When you're on the outside, But I am stuck inside the fence, It's here I'm forced to hide, You see, one white board at a time, I built this fence up more and more, Cuz I was shy, but now I find, I did not build it with a door, Now how can I find my way out, Will I ever be free? People outside see just the fence, The fence, and none of me, I call, I yell, but nothing seems To go unmuffled through, Between the boards, I wave my hand, That's all that I can do, Please tear these boards down, help me please! I'm tired of the suspense, There's more to me, I know you'll see, Inside the picket fence. I haven't written poetry in forever... but here are a few I did back in high school that people seemed to like.

I don't know a lot about horses and ponies really (I know, I'm a bad fan), but I loved Shetland ponies as a kid! They were one of my favorite animals. I don't know why I loved them so much.. I just loved their look, and they seemed like they'd be so nice and happy.

Back in high school I had a class where we'd work on sets for the school plays/musicals. They were telling us we needed to clean our brushes, and they said scraping the bristles against the edge of the sink would help. But my brush wasn't completely clean yet, and I accidentally got little splatters all over this one girl I barely knew. She screamed and backed away. She was okay with it after she was done reacting like that, but I still felt like an idiot. :okiedokielokie:

Cottenheadedninnymuggins. XD This is my all time favorite word, hooves down.

Aw, yeah, pizza! XD Hmm... I like thick crust better than thin, usually. I know that. Ooh! It's even better if there's cheese in the crust! Yes!! Lots of cheese.... sausage is a great topping! I'll do most toppings, but I think sausage is my favorite (I like mushrooms too). You know how they make swiss mushroom burgers? I would totally eat a swiss mushroom pizza. Oh man, I want that now... I just ate too, and now I'm hungry again. Look what you did.

I feel like it is lost, yeah. Not lost forever... but lost for now. I'm a very adventurous person, and I think differently than most people I know. I'm always surprised when I realize most everyone's content with the, "get a job, work all day, go home, go on a few vacations, maybe retire when you're old and die," routine. No matter how many times I realize it. It just... seems like a waste of human life. Of course, I live by the motto, "find what makes you come alive, and do that." I'm constantly struggling for freedom and adventure, whether my brain wants me to or not (and whether society wants me to or not). I'm just.. made that way. And it makes me sad that that causes so many people to look down on me. I don't look down on them. I just want everyone to be happy is all...

Usually I have both genders around me. But if I find a mostly (or all) male group, I gravitate towards it. I can't help it.. I just get along with guys better. I'm pretty shy and reserved around people I don't know, but I know that I'll open up much more quickly to a group of guys than a group of girls. I don't know why. I just feel like I fit in better. I guess I don't tend to act like a girl. Or... well no... I do, but only at times. My way of thinking (at least with socializing) matching the way guys think, so whether I'm in a more girly mood or in a tomboy mood, I do better with guys. I feel awkward around girls. Maybe not always, but quite often. There's an element of social behavior I feel like I'm missing... but it's great to find girls that I get along with.

Ooh..... I'm doing everything in my power to not get really mad at your "friends" right now... I was raised Christian (I'm not anymore. It didn't fit me very well), and even as a Christian I didn't understand why being gay/bi/etc. was bad. Everyone told me it was bad because the bible said so. It didn't explain why, but it said so, so we couldn't argue with it. No. No... it's love. God IS love. So how can any kind of love be a sin?? You rock on and keep being your awesome self. *hugs* As for the question..... no one's ever made fun of me, but I tend to confuse people all time. A lot of people don't know what asexuality is. And since I don't take sexual things as seriously, I have a tendency of accidentally leading people on without even realizing I'm doing it. Only afterwards do I think to myself, ".... oh.. ohh no.... they're gonna wanna bring it up all the time now. They're gonna think I'm all sexual. What have I done...." And when you try to explain it to people, they look at you in the same way someone might look at you when you try to teach your average middle schooler a random advanced trigonometry problem. >.>'

My reaction would be as follows: Is this a thing? WHY have I never heard of this before?!?! Also, why wasn't I born with pink hair!!! That's sooooo cool! Lucky, lucky people! I've ALWAYS wished I was born with an unusual hair color. Ugh, why can't I be one of these people??

I'm not really a romantic person (I used to be in high school though), but there are a few ideas on here that I really like. (they're all great though!) I think ice skating or napping in a tree might get me killed though (okay... not killed, but injured). I would fall right out of that tree, and if I tried ice skating, especially if I held on to my date's hand, we'd both end up on the ground more than we'd be up and skating. Kinda like that time my boyfriend took me roller skating, and I accidentally pulled him when was falling and send him crashing to the ground...

Let's see... -I've lived in... about seventeen different places now? -I once injured my eye and went temporarily half blind. -I've been to Disneyland and Disney World. -I've worked at Disney World! (two internships) -I've gotten to explore the Disney's Fantasmic stage, and I've touched the giant animatronic dragon from the show. -I've lived in my car. -I've helped a teen couple deal with an unplanned pregnancy in the best way I could (the guy told her parents about the situation, and they adopted the girl's twins so they'd be well cared for) -I've self harmed before. :/ -I've won poetry and art contests -I broke a guy's arm once (by accident!) ...I think that's enough. I probably shouldn't write my entire life story on here.

Oh no... just one??? I can't choose! Um... I think I'd probably choose a cat if I absolutely HAD to only pick one. I think it would fit me well, and if people didn't know about it I'm cat like enough to fool them into thinking I'm just a normal cat. XP

Being pagan and an eclectic witch, I do believe magic is real. I've done spells and they're worked amazingly well, which helps me believe even more. I think I've just kind of... known that it exists though. My entire life. I just felt it. Which is partially what magic is all about, really. I don't mind if others agree or disagree, of course. Everyone is entitled to their own opinions.

I went for physics and reality. Not that I wanna pull a Discord and cause trouble for everyone... but being a creative, I feel like it'd be really useful for me, since I practically live in my imagination anyway, and then I could pull it out of my mind and show it to others.

I used to have a playlist for being depressed. I lost it though. Nowadays I just find depressing songs on YouTube. >.>'