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the monster under your bed

Member since March 23rd, 2007



Hello, I'm Aidan!
I'm a fairly simple person, who likes to talk. I'm a recovering MCR addict, in the fact that I'm not obssesive over them anymore. I treated them like they were gods and what they said was like it came from the freakin Bible. I've mended my ways and decided to treat them like normal human beings.

I love music, drawing, and archery. I have pretty good aim with a bow. Watch out, I'm lethal. I like to sing, but I don't like the sound of my own voice. Everyone else does though. I also like reading...a lot.

I can befriend all sorts of people. I don't care if you're black, white, green, bi, straight, gay, asexual(though I might want to know why you'd be asexual), I don't care. As long as you don't piss me off, we're cool.

I have a Mibba if you want to know. I'm Skittlemeister.. Make sure to include the period at the end. I have a story that a lot of people have taken a liking to. It's called "Jersey Vampire". And I know it's wrong...but it feel's so right. Check it out if you get the chance.

My music tastes vary with my mood. When I'm sad, I listen to Headfirst for Halos, just because the upbeat rythm cheers me up. When I'm really hyped up, I will listen to the occasional hip hop/r&b song. If I am frustrated because the radio doesn't want to work properly and all it will play is that God-forsaken country music, I'll listen to it.

Certain things that prove that I'm kinda psychic:

1. I walked into a Barnes and Nobles that I've never been to. I was looking for the manga aisle. I walked a little down a row when my friend stopped me. I stuck my hand out and pointed to my left without looking. I said I could "sense" the books, and sure enough, the were where I pointed to.

2. I was browsing through my collection of MCR pictures when I came across a picture of Mikey, looking absolutely fabuloso in his glasses. Then I started tearing up. For no reason. The next month I found out Mikey had got Lasik eye surgery done that day.

3. My family and I went to my Aunt's in Illinois for Thanksgiving. When we were getting ready to leave I was crying, boarderline hysterical. I usually don't. I had a feeling something bad was going to happen the next time we came back. We went back the following February for my cousin's funeral.

That's me in a coconut-sized shell....



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