| New edited dressup game! |
| New edited dressup game! |
| Quick vexel of Elvis, Nick Jonas' adorable pup! |
| Photoshop CS3 CD Cover |


Here With Me Pretty is the morning after the rain falls down,Here With Me by ~sugaredheart
And the sun reflects in crystals making rainbows and light,
Leaving notes on the memories of night.
Lost is the fury of last night's storm,
When the moonlight was sheltered by clouds.
And I lay in my bed with the thoughts in my head,
Wishing fairytales did come true,
Wishing I was there with you.
Dark is the midnight without any stars,
When the road stands vacant without any cars,
And I look out my window and dream of the days,
'Til I can see your face.
CHORUS:
I wish I could pretend that I am okay,
That nothing could break me down.
But the memories of yesterday come flying aroun


Untitled No. 2 Well, I stay up all night just to talk to you,Untitled No. 2 by ~sugaredheart
Seems no matter how hard I try my words aren't coming through.
Maybe I'm trying too hard,
Maybe I'm crying out to deaf ears.
But of one thing I'm sure,
I can't take this anymore.
Every night I dream of your face,
And you're leaving a hole, nothing can take your place.
Maybe I'm losing it,
The craziness may be setting in.
But now all I see is the way I am,
And you're not here with me.
I'm pushing through just to get to you,
Gotta weed out all the rest.
Because if I wanna let you know,
I've gotta prove I'm up to the test.
And it's killing me in more ways than one,
To see how this a


I Don't Care It's a heartbreaking process,I Don't Care by ~sugaredheart
Trying to put up with what people say,
They're always trying to change my mind,
Always trying to pull me away.
They try to plant ideas into my head against my will,
But they will never be able to change the way I feel.
I guess you could call it stubborness,
Maybe I'm just hard headed,
But not matter what those people say,
I chose to see things better.
I don't believe the hype,
I refuse to give in to rumors,
Because I know the real you,
Who cares about those losers?
See, they try to get you down because they just don't understand,
That you're different because you chose to be,
But still you're my b

| If you've ever visited my site(s), you'll probably know me as Kris. This is a nickname, and only a couple of online friends know my real name. I live in a tiny little place in the middle of nowhere pretty much. Most people here play music of some sort, including me. I currently play violin, but I own, and hope to play successfully, a piano, a guitar named Brucie, and a mandolin named Spunky. I've always been very artistic in visual and performing arts. In college, I've studied graphic design, music, and I'm now studying theater. My dream is to touch people all over the world through my music or my photography, which is often considered "different" and experimental. I absolutely love art! It's a way for me to express myself, and not only that, but I love creating art I can wear, too! I often have very random thoughts, like this one, for example: Is there any such thing as watermelon ice cream? If not, has any one ever thought of it. I don't know that it'd taste any good, but it's a thought...or ohhhhh....maybe blueberry. Yummeh! I also like green apple and blue raspberry candies. yay! I wish they made blue raspberry ice cream! |