-- XX0311150908 [3:11 AM, 15th of September 2008]
-/- BGM: Pieces - Sum 41 [Radio]
-- Locale: In a small corner of the living room of my house
-- Piece:
Well, if I'm introducing myself, I'll start with my name. Sasha Trudeau, and I answer to names like Sash, Dash, Crash, Bash, among many many others. I'm approximately 6 feet tall, a healthy weight, and instead of a face, you get a 404 Error.
I'm 18 years old, a birthday sometime in that insanely odd Fall/Winter month of November [Also known as Crazuary]. I've graduated from an Ontario High School, where you must pass a literacy test and do forty hours of volunteer work [Forced Volunteerism? Government Oxymoron? Only one is false]. I'm back in school because I've not graduated with good enough marks to satisfy my own ego.
To flaunt it a bit, I'm an anarchist. I can safely say that labour is entitled to all it creates and back up such a statement with my life laid down. Well, perhaps not safely, but, if it's going to be the same anyways, I'll stand up with my life.
My Writing style is insane. I'm not much of a theme writer. Currently I'm trying to make a Sci-Fi story about the effects of gravity manipulation on society and culture, and while thinking about that I threw some old native-style stories about Squirrels and Flutes.
I drink, I smoke, I toke, and I've done other drugs as well. I twitch sometimes, and am heavily addicted to being online. My favorite food is French Fries, book would be Starship Troopers, color would be black, and band is one from germany called Atari Teenage Riot.
The Revolution will not be televised.
This monologue is over.
Mon Sep 15, 2008 4:26 am
