I Almost Forgot The Title

Well, hello classmates! (NOTE: This is probably going to be really long, so I don't expect you to read it unless you find it interesting and/or funny. Because funny is what I do c:)
I know that you don't know much about me aside from what I've told you, so I think I can handle inflating my ego a bit and educating you on my personal thoughts and feelings!(wow that sounds so commercial)

I am an artist. A dang good one too. I'm not saying that I'm the best thing in the world, just that one day I hope to contribute to the world in a meaningful manner. It's what I want to do when I grow up. Anyway, I can duplicate certain cartoon characters, draw from some portion of my right brain and create things that make people say "wow". Seriously, I've even made myself say "wow". All right, all right, I get that I'm laying it on a little too thick. I do make mistakes, and sometimes I feel like I can't draw for crap. Take for instance, portraits. I cannot make a portrait to save my life(save from the first one I've ever drawn. Ask Blair Collins if you know her, she has it. :3) I can draw a person, yeah. It just won't look like the person I was trying to draw. So, sadly, that's the flaw in my art. However, I have this pretty stellar(does anybody even use that word anymore?) doodle of a kitty with a butterfly on her nose. (the cat's gender isn't specifically implied, but it looks like a she, so I went with it XD) I'll have to upload it sometime, if I can figure out how. So I can oddly draw other creatures aside from the one I am now. (I say now because I believe in reincarnation. I mean, come on, can there really be THAT much people in heaven? Wouldn't you yearn for the chance to be reborn? That's why I'm not expecting an explanation towards Mr. Former President John F. Kennedy's death. That was really fun to say and type. Mr. Former President John F. Kennedy! I'd really like to know what had actually happened to the poor guy, but I'm sure he's a fluffy puppy somewhere in the world right about now(I hope you guys can pick up on humor, because that "fluffy puppy" bit was one..)
Anyway, I really hope I didn't bore you to death. I'd hate for you to lose a life D: (Inside joke. I'm a gamer, so yeah. Oh! I could explain that!)
Yay for laziness!
Okay, so I'm a hardcore gamer. Not the kind that spends hours and hours and hours on games, but one who's pretty competitive and sadfaced when she loses. Anywho, I like the Resident Evil games, Army of Two, Assassins Creed, Gears of War, Modern Warfare, Infamous, Prototype, Dark Sector, and a whole bunch of others that I can't think of. Basically any game that involves guns and action. (Yet I must say the ones that send everyone sprawling in laughter are quite hilarious as well) I'm decent with a gun(on the games. Unfortunately I haven't shot a weapon before.) And shotgun is my favorite(but in actuality, my keen sight forces me to snipe the heads off of zombies more often than running up and KA-BLAAM-ING them with a double barrel) Reason for a Sle to video game, it's the sense of adrenaline when you're surrounded by a possibly life-threatening source and the complete safety of my own house.
Also, I'm just not a social kind of person.
My social status is what few people thirst for: Invisibility. I'm not saying that I actually have the powers to disappear instantaneously, just that most people don't acknowledge my existence. I know that probably all of you have faced(or at the very least read about) social awkwardness. For human beings, no one can actually admit that they "don't care about what others think of them." I say it all the time, but then why do I shower when I don't stink? Why do I comb my hair even though I could easily go a few days without? Why do ask myself, "what should I wear today?" Instead of, "what do I want to wear today?" And the most obvious, why do I own a mirror?
These questions I suppose can be answered by some people. I would assume that most would say, "because I want to look good." But why? I mean, yes, when you look good, you feel good. Yet, a week from now, who's going to remember that you wore that spiffy looking outfit today? I'm not suggesting that you go disregard any of those statements(well, actually they were questions) I just am wondering that why is it such an importance in our lives to impress other people. Especially now in high school, when in a few years everyone will be scattered around the country, the world. And nobody will remember that you wore that one spiffy outfit on that one day in high school. Also, ladies, with the make up, I am certain (all in opinion, I must say. I wouldn't want anyone accusing me of false factoids. Not that any of you nice people would scrutinize me because, well, we've a quiet class and all c:) that you are much MUCH prettier without it. (Oh, let me answer the question that someone's bound to ask, I am straight. You poor people who always assume too much. I pray for you.)
Another topic, whilst we are on women, is why in the world is their a disease for anorexia? Why would you purposefully refuse to eat? There are people starving in the world, and you can't be grateful that you CAN eat? I'm honestly not trying to bash them, because I know that emotional pain can cause terrible shifts and rifts into your lifestyle. I'm really just saying that aside from it not being healthful, it makes you sick. Proven fact: When you neglect yourself from consuming, whenever you DO eat, your body says, "WHOA! We aren't getting as much food as we should!" and actually stores it for fat! :o Also, when the body has no more fat to feed off of, it attacks the nutrients in your muscles. So basically your body begins to eat itself, if you look at it that way. So, NEVER tell a woman she's fat-even if you're joking. Girls, this goes for saying it to guys as well. Just because(supposedly) America is nothing but fat freeloaders (which I must disagree with), doesn't give you the right to bash somebody. Saying "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me." is not technically the truth. Because for some psychological reason, words hurt. And they can hurt bad.
I seemed to have trailed off topic. Oh yeah, me XD
Um, oh yeah!(after having scrolled back up) Invisibility! And how I tend to enjoy it. See, instead of being in a crowded room of noisy strangers, I prefer the silence of being alone. Don't go thinking I'm inhuman, because I am preferably not. I do enjoy the comforts of people and the everyday things of normal, interrelations of lives. Yet invisibility does come in handy quite often. I'm allowed to stroll unnoticed through the hallway, read and daydream without having to be interrupted, and able to concentrate on the things I love most instead of friends. I currently have two best friends(which one doesn't attend Norfolk Senior High), and a couple of people I enjoy sharing conversations with throughout the day. But, even with them, I feel an emptiness in the pit of my stomach.
I've been intrigued by this author, John Green. I've read two of his books, and dying to read his others. He has a YouTube, and Twitter, and Tumbler(which I only know how to operate YouTube, so yeah XD) Anyway, this guy is hilarious, and him and his brother Hank started this whole Nerdfighter group, which I am proud to be a member of c: Cheesy? Oh yeah. But over the course of a few years, they've raised a crapton of money for various donations for people around the world. Truly amazing at what their little group has done. Now they've a crapton of members and still more coming, but I don't think I've ever not laughed, rather at or with, them. So, all in all, he's inspired me much. I've always wanted to create an astounding novel, maybe even a series. And him being himself and funny and inspiring and relaxed and happy, provides me with knew enthusiasm when scrawling my own little adventures. Hmm... Happy. Indeed he is.
Perhaps that's just what I want to be when I grow up. Happy.
I must add that that would be a splendid ending to a book. Jeez! So many endings, so little middle stuff.(another inside joke)

Well, citizens of America, classmates of my class, I bid thee farewell, and BEST WISHES.
Dude, these inside jokes are just coming to me!

Me :D

Most days I am shy and enclosed within the shell of my comfort zone, but underneath lies the days where I am comical, silly or erotic, and have the occasional serious note, but there are some days that I am truly grateful for being a Sle. Because, well, the funny thing about being "a" Sle, is that there is only one. And it's me ♥

~Angels show up in the strangest of places~

I am Boring! :D

Hello, people! Sle here.
I've been bricked by the infamous art block. It's a tragedy for an artist. However, I have been writing some more of my stories! Yaypan! My friend, Chelsea, says that I'm obsessive. I like to think that I am simply commited. And I hope to God I finish my awesome adventures before I die. :D
Other than that, there isn't much interesting in my life at the moment. I saw War Horse with Chelsea yesterday. She bawled a lot. I'm not the one to cry... I've been told I'm heartless like that.
Have a good day. :D

~Sometimes the people with the most flaws are the ones who are perfect~

It's a Sle! :D

Hello, all you people!
My name is Sle, which you have undoubtedly noticed. Or Steph, for those who lack imagination (or pronounciation skills).

I am an artist, I draw, it's what I do. If I'm not drawing, I'm writing. If I'm not writing, I'm playing video games. And if not video games, then I bet you I'm bored out of my skull. I enjoy reading, talking to my cats, and ignoring my responsibilities. Let me refrain that last bit, because my responsibilities are in high priority, I assure you. I say ignoring only because of what normal people believe what responsibility is, or should be. My view of responsibility is the welfare of life. The abling and lust for survival. Sad to say that I am one of the only people who seem to, these days. Anywho, my priority begins with me. Hey! Don't you throw banana peels at me! :U I'm not a selfish person, I just prefer myself in forethought. It's heathful, in a way.

Moving on...

I'm a kitty person. I'd say "quite literally," but nobody but an Azu would understand what I mean. I have three bundles of fur at home: Jack, Amber, and Sparta. Jack is my cat, a dark tabby with a white chest and paws. And he is fat. He's a fat guy, yeah, I said it! Amber and Sparta are both females, and from the same litter. Amber having an auburn, long-furred coat, while Sparta is a dark tabby.

Alright! Well! That's a look into my boring existance, so go ahead and find something interesting to do! And stray from anything unlucky! It's Friday the 13th, you know!

~As difficult it is to see, the wind is beautiful when it whisps~