You drew this right when I was going through an Eragon phase. I love it!

I want that shirt. My panda shirt is just gray with a fat panda with heart floating around his head.

Hi everyone!

For the record, pandas ROCK!

I think that the people who love things like Redwall by definition live in their imaginations

I'm working on a project right now.  I'm modifying my bookcase by adding a sign post on either side with different signs to my favorite fictional places.  I have:

Redwall Abbey
The Shire
Thorn Valley
The Underland
Pinchester
Toad Hall
Hogwarts
Wonka Factory
Watership Down
Xavier Institute
The Cat Bureau
Wonderland
House of Usher
District 12
Narnia

And I don't even care if people think it's weird, I think it'll be awesome

I notice you have the Xavier Institute on there. I'm assuming your a X-Men fan? (Don't be ashamed, I'm a total X-Men lover. Obsessed even, maybe)

Anyways:
I am a queen, in case you missed it, so of coarse my favorite place is my kingdom, Parkinglot.

Happy 4th of July!
I'm a day late, but I was so busy blowing things up. BBQ, country music and fireworks. It was a simple but perfect 4th.

True. You know what else I love? Pandas.

The person below me has their nails painted.

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I just started The Story of King Arthur and His Knights.

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The sunlight filtered in through Dia's window. She could have sworn she closed her curtains before she fell asleep. Sitting up, and yawning, the girl rubbed her eyes sleepily. As she became more awake, she suddenly became aware she was outside, not in her cozy bedroom. "What the-?" A burst of stars and darkness stopped her sentence and she fell back onto the ground, out cold.

When she finally came 'round, a small, young looking, mouse was standing on her stomach, armed with a wooden board. "Who are you and what do you want?" she said in an obvious female voice.
"My name's Dia." Dia roughly shoved the mouse off her stomach and stood up. "I must have fallen into Wonderland."
"I don't know what this Wonderland place is you speak of, but you better get explaining why you're in my garden, hare."
Hare? This mouse couldn't be addressing her. Timidly, Dia looked at her hands, or paws! "Ahh!" she let out a scream. She then touched the thing weighing down her head. It wasn't her usual short locks of hair. It was two huge ears. "I'm a, a, a..."
"A hare, you stupid rabbit," the mousemaid finished rudely.
"Where am I?"
"Mossflower Woods, or more exactly, sleeping on my prize cabbages. The nerve. What possessed you to fall asleep in my garden?"
But Dia was too busy trying to cop with the fact that somehow, someway, she had ended up in the middle of a book. All about her were woods, trees, flowers, and bushes. She noticed a fallen log with a door in it. That must be this mousemaid's home.
"I'm afraid I didn't get your name." Dia turned to the mouse.
"I'm Nora the Healer. If you've from around here, you now I'm the best physician in all of Mossflower country."
"I'm sure you are. I am sorry about the cabbages, but I'm a little confused right now. You see, I have somehow left the U.S. and ended up here."
"Where's that?" Nora casted aside her board which made Dia feel a little more at ease.
"It's where I'm from. I really need to get back there, my parents will be worrying about me. You probably don't know, but they make a huge fuss when kids go missing and I know that the police will be looking for me." Dia turned to Nora, who looked absolutely confused. "Never mind. I just need to get going."
Dia started to walk away, finding the first steps strange but becoming used to it. The mouse followed behind her.
"I may not no much about geography and you-ess," she attemped to say "U.S." like Dia. "But I was on my way to Redwall Abbey to deliver some herbs and someone there might be able to help with your dilemma. Want to come?"
As she had nothing else to do, Dia agreed. The hare and the mouse began to march through the woods to the famed abbey.

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I've lost. I was winning, Daniel 
But like I said during my bowling game, it takes great skill to lose wonderfully.

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Be careful, Musician. That's sometimes classified as flirting!

I know, that's why I gave up doing it. My love-sick friend got jealous and angry at my boldness of fluttering.

Wait not me i'm not at all crazy! Trust me she flutters her eyelashes at everyone!

I do not, my most crazy friend.