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Oh crap, I'm a newbie here, I better fill this thing a bit or else...

Should warn you, I'm one of those Americans here. Sorry to disappoint.

Though I'm not entirely overwhelmed by the proper English you fellows speak, and no, I don't think the USA is superior and will destroy the rest of the world, etc.

Interesting things for my profile? So long as it's not rap or something terribly boring, I'll give any song a listen. This has resulted in many an earworm becoming embedded in my head.

That's not interesting.

I do fencing well enough to not get as many bruises as my team mates. Fencing with sabres and what not, not picket fencing. Meh.

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» Crazy Relatives

"Found her."
When I was about twelve years of age, my grandmother came around to visit us for a week, which was saying alot considering her age (Ninety-five) and where she was coming from (Venezuela). She was my dad's mom, and my dad being a bit of a terrifying fellow at times (He belted with his right arm, but threw shoes with his left...), I wanted to see what kind of parenting could have created his personality.

Strangely though, aside from her repeated mention of my abundant boy-stomach, she was actually a really pleasant dear - laughing at my jokes, watching whatever mindless kid show was on at the time, and otherwise being very sociable. Through some conversation, I discovered that my Dad didn't treat her much better, it turned out; in fact she was terrified of him as well, to the extent that I often had to prevent her from trying to hide from him or escape the house on foot.

The last night she was visiting, my dad and she had a massive argument, resulting in him shaking with anger in the backyard and her sudden disappearance. Mom and dad naturally freaked out once they realized she'd gone missing, and we hopped in the car to see if she'd gone to try and hitchhike somewhere along the nearby highway. We returned several hours later, defeated and scared that she was some sort of dead. I went to my room and tried to relax, trying not to think of what fate might have befallen my grandma, but I couldn't help it. I could practically hear her shaky breath and smell her strange odour.

It was then that I came to the sudden realization that I actually could hear and smell her. In my room.

A quick opening of my closet confirmed my theory - she'd been hiding in the corner of my closet for the better part of two hours, trying to avoid the vengance of my dad. I tried to ask her why she chose my closet, but she shushed me and closed the door, leaving me relieved, dumbfounded, and finally assured of the fact that my dad was a scary bloke.

She passed away two months ago though, bless her.

*pop*
(Tue 10th Jul 2007, 15:20, More)

» Crazy Relatives

Thought as much.
But hey, I've nothing much better to do on a 28.8 k/s connection.
(Thu 12th Jul 2007, 16:09, More)

» Crazy Relatives

Well,
Any second now I'll be last.
(Thu 12th Jul 2007, 16:07, More)

» Crazy Relatives

Damn 56k Internet!
I shall overcome my difficulties though!
(Thu 12th Jul 2007, 15:58, More)