I guess it's about time I filled this in with some stuff. =]

Name-Here, Road because it sounds cool. But anywhere else it's: Squeeky, Ocd, Baka-pony-tail, Bakanda, Peanut head, idiot, and especially, Kamelot, my last name. =]

Age- I'm not very sure myself. But if you count the maturity level, I'll have to say about five.

Location-I migrate from London to Florida. So basically look for me along those places. I also like Nevada. =]

Appearance-Meh, just average looking. Except I don't have acne covering my face like most adolescents. =]

Likes-Books, DGM, fanfiction, pocky, scampi, oreos in ice-cream,facial cleanser, quiet places to write, good stories, interesting dreams,MCR, and musicals.

Dislikes-Dull books, being told what to do, when people read over your shoulder, teenies, failures, acne, loud places to write, and being told what to write.

I'm sorta awesome. I have another world too, it's where I write for the internet. It's pretty cool actually.
Thankies.

2nd update

I'm a big writer, which is probably one reason I've been difficult about being on. Plus I have a gaia. Right now I'm sitting in my Grandmother's office listening to my Mom and Gran talk about the jewelry channel.

I've had a big week, but I'm happy to say that I will be recieving a 4.0 on my 9 weeks report card in school. This will hopefully be the third in a row. Which I'm enthusiastic about.

It's funny, I feel like I'm on a completely different site almost. I guess because I am alittle. But I am enjoying VV alot. =]

I think karma is starting to like me again, maybe we can hang out some time.

-Bye guys. =]I'll be typing the rest of the night.

I've always been able to count on them, of all people, to take the most serious subject and turn it gross, perverted, funny and even more serious. I've always counted on them to tell me to get over myself when I'm being dramatic, and count on them to not get mad when I tell them they are too. I can always count on the stupid laughs, the stupid grins and the screeches of "YOU CAN EVEN CLEAN THE AIR YOU BREATHE!" or the query that was asked, but never forgotten, "Is he gay?". And the kiss given to me at the end of the school year, right as I boarded the bus. The tears we spilled as his voice crawled up our spines, soaking us in sorrow.
And the one I love most, the hugs that surrounded me when things got ever so tough.
I want to call them Sweeney's razors, but theyre close.
My friends.