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Hey, all! I'm Kinzkey (or Kinz for short).I LOVE NINJAS! I also love drawing ninjas.<D I hate being anything other than happy and energetic. I live in the Orion arm of the Milky Way, orbitting a rather small star. I love astronomy and mathematics, my favorite forms of math being algebra and calc., and I love anime, the Japanese and German languages, and anything to do with Caltech 8D. I also love to write and draw. I'm working on getting one in my signature. Check out my journal! I'm writing a story in it! Cha!
I have recently discovered that I can act emo.
I wish guys weren't so scared of me. I mean, the least I'll do is maul them! Seriously wusses.
Swearing has been scientifically proven to damage your teeth! Which scientists proved that, you ask? You're smart. Too smart...
Swear in beeps. Be a happier you, you beeping beep.
*An Outtake From Kinzkey's Life*
I had been working on making some Teriyaki chicken, with an open bottle and a closed bottle of Teriyaki sauce. I had finished the opened bottle and set it on the counter(I thought) and began opened the previously unopened bottle. When I turned back to the counter, the bottle I had finished was missing. All that was left was a solitary cap. I began looking furiously around where I had been standing when I set the finished bottle down, for I feared someone finding the bottle and saying the equivalent of "What the...?! What is this bottle doing here? Good grief, it's all moldy!" and then, being blamed. After looking throroughly on the counters and in the trash can, I became convinced that the imps had stolen the bottle for some devious purpose. After I began pouring more Teriyaki sauce on the chicken that remained, my friend(who was making a salad at the time) looked into the trash can and said, "Hey! I see a nutrition facts label!" Sure enough, when I had moved the trash around so that I could see the rest of the label, it was the missing Teriyaki bottle I had left "on the counter." I still think the imps did it. Not long after, I began looking for the cap to the "missing bottle." When I informed my friend of this, she looked meaningfully in the trash can. I smacked her.