Name: Sarah.
Not Heavens.
My name is not Heavens.
Got it, you lot?
*Waits for people to call me Heavens*
Animals: 30-something chickens, 15 geese, 4 emus, 17 peafowl, a random duck, a guinea cock, 2 Jersey Wooly rabbits, a dog, 2 cats, an extremely evil parrot- don't trust his servile flattering-, 2 finches, a Bearded Dragon, a bunch of frogs, a couple pheasants that are officially mine, and others. That I'm forgetting.
Likes: First and foremost, Jesus. Without him, the rest of this wonderful stuff wouldn't be possible.
Second and thereafter: Goofing off with my animals, reading, writing, drawing, animating, singing (heh. like a seasick donkey. But make apainful
), tracking, climbing, kayaking, photography, Warriors, being unbelievably strange, and being sarcastic.
Whiiich lands me in a heap of trouble daily. -_-
My best friends mean so much to me. :3
Pffft.
Of course I don't mean IRL people.
BYC besties.
I also love practicing with my respective furred teammates in rabbit hopping, dog agility, and the blossoming sport of chicken agility.
Dislikes: Most people. If I get along with someone, it's either a modern-day miracle or you're really special to me.
Most homo sapiens and I don't mix well.
Especially people who abuse animals. Being an animal rehabber, I've seen them a lot closer than I'd like to.
I also hate failure, cowardice, and disloyalty.
People my age with bf/gfs. I don't despise the people themselves, but the empty choices they make. I don't want to get anybody triggered, but I believe strongly only in serious relationships that God intended to actually go somewhere.
And hawks. They can all die in a pit of sizzling acid if they please.
Weird things about me: I refuse to sleep on a mattress; I hate combing my hair; I love eating bones and raw marrow; I can't stand chocolate or candy; Clams are evil and knavish shelled trolls; I never use the stairs, just catapult to the bottom; I can burn just about any substance on this earth; silence is my life, solitude is my air.
Weirdest thing I've ever done: So, one night, I was so proud of myself for staying up until midnight. So I shredded my clothes, put my pajama pants over my head, and ran out into the woods.
Mind you, I literally had nothing on except for my pant hat.
Then I started screaming like a banshee while breaking every tree branch I could find.
Yup. Those were the days... *only three years ago*
Most heroic thing I've ever done: Animal wise= probably either climbing that barbed wire and balancing for like twenty feet in mid air to get Eve who was stuck underneath it...then I kinda fell into a pit of thorns...yeah, no, no heroicness. Fail.
Or when I jumped out in the middle of traffic on the freeway to get a pigeon that'd been hit by a car.
Human wise= I caught a little girl by her shirt when she fell off of the back of some bleachers.
Eh.
Coolest thing I've ever done: Hmmmph. I don't do cool.
Nicest thing I've ever done:
I certainty don't do nice.
Meanest thing I've ever done: Weeeellllll... I was in middle school....at some camp...not too long ago...and somebody did/said something that really got me riled- don't quite remember.
So I kicked two guys in the you-know-what who laughed at my rage, punched the girl who said it, and later lit a branch on fire and burnt off the edges of her hair while she was asleep.
Yeah.
There's been worse.
Funniest moment: We had just gone up to my grandmother's for Easter. She'd recently been diagnosed with dementia and slowly her memory was failing her in certain areas, such as dates and times. We'd just finished lunch when somebody opened the door and accidentally let our dog out who we'd brought with us. She shot off into the 200 acres of surrounding woods, so Mom and I, plus a couple of her old school friends ran after her with a shout to Grandma we'd be back soon. When we finally did catch up with the bratty flying mop, perhaps an hour went by. We trudged back to Grandma's, muddy but victorious. When we arrived at the house, we were surrounded by policemen who immediately asked us if we had any affiliation with the missing persons.
My grandmother, having gotten confused, called the police and told them we'd been gone for over eight hours.
Grandma may be gone now to be an angel in His court, but that memory of her will always be one of the most be love.
Not Heavens.
My name is not Heavens.
Got it, you lot?
*Waits for people to call me Heavens*
Animals: 30-something chickens, 15 geese, 4 emus, 17 peafowl, a random duck, a guinea cock, 2 Jersey Wooly rabbits, a dog, 2 cats, an extremely evil parrot- don't trust his servile flattering-, 2 finches, a Bearded Dragon, a bunch of frogs, a couple pheasants that are officially mine, and others. That I'm forgetting.
Likes: First and foremost, Jesus. Without him, the rest of this wonderful stuff wouldn't be possible.
Second and thereafter: Goofing off with my animals, reading, writing, drawing, animating, singing (heh. like a seasick donkey. But make a
), tracking, climbing, kayaking, photography, Warriors, being unbelievably strange, and being sarcastic.Whiiich lands me in a heap of trouble daily. -_-
My best friends mean so much to me. :3
Pffft.
Of course I don't mean IRL people.
BYC besties. I also love practicing with my respective furred teammates in rabbit hopping, dog agility, and the blossoming sport of chicken agility.
Dislikes: Most people. If I get along with someone, it's either a modern-day miracle or you're really special to me.
Most homo sapiens and I don't mix well.
Especially people who abuse animals. Being an animal rehabber, I've seen them a lot closer than I'd like to.
I also hate failure, cowardice, and disloyalty.
People my age with bf/gfs. I don't despise the people themselves, but the empty choices they make. I don't want to get anybody triggered, but I believe strongly only in serious relationships that God intended to actually go somewhere.
And hawks. They can all die in a pit of sizzling acid if they please.
Weird things about me: I refuse to sleep on a mattress; I hate combing my hair; I love eating bones and raw marrow; I can't stand chocolate or candy; Clams are evil and knavish shelled trolls; I never use the stairs, just catapult to the bottom; I can burn just about any substance on this earth; silence is my life, solitude is my air.
Weirdest thing I've ever done: So, one night, I was so proud of myself for staying up until midnight. So I shredded my clothes, put my pajama pants over my head, and ran out into the woods.
Mind you, I literally had nothing on except for my pant hat.
Then I started screaming like a banshee while breaking every tree branch I could find.
Yup. Those were the days... *only three years ago*
Most heroic thing I've ever done: Animal wise= probably either climbing that barbed wire and balancing for like twenty feet in mid air to get Eve who was stuck underneath it...then I kinda fell into a pit of thorns...yeah, no, no heroicness. Fail.
Or when I jumped out in the middle of traffic on the freeway to get a pigeon that'd been hit by a car.
Human wise= I caught a little girl by her shirt when she fell off of the back of some bleachers.
Eh.
Coolest thing I've ever done: Hmmmph. I don't do cool.
Nicest thing I've ever done:
I certainty don't do nice.
Meanest thing I've ever done: Weeeellllll... I was in middle school....at some camp...not too long ago...and somebody did/said something that really got me riled- don't quite remember.
So I kicked two guys in the you-know-what who laughed at my rage, punched the girl who said it, and later lit a branch on fire and burnt off the edges of her hair while she was asleep.
Yeah.
There's been worse.
Funniest moment: We had just gone up to my grandmother's for Easter. She'd recently been diagnosed with dementia and slowly her memory was failing her in certain areas, such as dates and times. We'd just finished lunch when somebody opened the door and accidentally let our dog out who we'd brought with us. She shot off into the 200 acres of surrounding woods, so Mom and I, plus a couple of her old school friends ran after her with a shout to Grandma we'd be back soon. When we finally did catch up with the bratty flying mop, perhaps an hour went by. We trudged back to Grandma's, muddy but victorious. When we arrived at the house, we were surrounded by policemen who immediately asked us if we had any affiliation with the missing persons.
My grandmother, having gotten confused, called the police and told them we'd been gone for over eight hours.
Grandma may be gone now to be an angel in His court, but that memory of her will always be one of the most be love.
Whoot!! Yeah, girl!!! Now dat's what I'm talkn about. 
), My animals, Roleplaying, Reading and chatting with my best friends!Oh, and taking pictures!)
unched my sister in the arm ;-;
