Call me Iris, my wee little duckies!
I'm from the Deep, Deep, South, where Popeyes chicken comes from.
I love to talk, but I'm shy and suuuck at making conversation. :c
I'm 16 at the moment, and am a junior in high school. Yay.
I like biology, music, band, marching band, being a dick, teaching people, perverted thingies, critiquing images, and drawing. There's a lot missing from that list, too.
Oh, yeah, school started sometime ago.
I just don't love Sheezy that much. :c
I'm really going to be focusing on my school work, because:
A) Good college. Good college. Good College.
B) Only the top 30 in Bio II get to see the open heart surgery, and I want to see. :c
Those are my two main reasons, other than that? I don't know, my ADD meds are forcing me to.
I'm like a little academic zombie, rrrrrrr.
I AM JUST NOT DOING SO WELL IN ART, THOUGH! I mean, literally, this is the first art class I've ever had and I'm being all defiant in it?!
I like the teacher, she's really cool and she's letting me be a little out-there with my first project (a graffiti thing), but I can't use my own colored pencils, and I can't make my little drawing space comfy!
By comfy, I mean cluttered and all my stuff's around me. Like I'm at my computer desk.
The colored pencil thing I just do not get, though, because she doesn't sharpen her colors and I don't know her colors, but that's a personal matter. The sharpening thing is what's really bothering me, because she wittles down the wooden part and only leaves a really thick, blunt stump of colored core to work with.
It just bothers me. >:c
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