This deviant's full pageview
graph is unavailable.
Member
I am a General Writer
Saluna
21/Female/United States
Why I Am Here
No reason given yet
Last Visit: 43 weeks ago
Amanda
Art Zone
Personal Zone
Misc. Zone
This is the place where you can personalize your profile!
But, how?
By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
You can drag and drop to rearrange.
You can edit widgets to customize them.
The left side has widgets you can add!
Some widgets you can only access when you get a premium membership.
Some widgets have options that are only available when you get a premium membership.
We've split the page into zones!
Certain widgets can only be added to certain zones.
"Why," you ask? Because we want profile pages to have freedom of customization, but also to have some consistency. This way, when anyone visits a deviant, they know they can always find the art in the top left, and personal info in the top right.
Don't forget, restraints can bring out the creativity in you!
Now go forth and astound us all with your devious profiles!
So everything was going stressful as usual, i had to work and the family couldn't tell me what was going on till the week before. I went to my nana's and they had already eaten, and the food they saved for me was cold. After I ate we went downstairs to open presents. This part was probably my favorite part, and not cause I got presents. The first present I opened had an envalope in it and my nana said there should be soemthing small in there for me, I open it and there was nothing. lol My nana freaked out saying "what do you mean there's nothing in there!?" she just about had a heart attack, but she found the money that was supposed to be in there, I guess she wraped the wrong envelop. So we picked on her all night and had a good time. Christmas day had to be the best though. I got mike a wii for christmas, he loved it. later that day we went to his parent's house and i got hugs from everyone cause they loved their presents, especialy his grandma. he wanted to go set up his wii so we went downstairs to his room to set it up. We were talking about dinner then, we had planned to go out but figured everything was closed, so we decided to stay and have dinner with his family. He then asked me if I wanted my present then. I don't think I had much of a chois, he was ganna give it to me then anyway. So he told me to close my eyes cause he had to set it up. When he told me to open my eyes he was down on one knee holding up a ring and asked me to marry him. and of course I said yes, and that was the best present I got for christmas. As much as I was dreading this year, it turned out to be the best christmas ever. I hope everyone else had a good christmas too! I just had to share the joy cause I've been all giddy since thursday.
heya Sal, this is ArcaneWind's sister (uh.. if u remember me from like.. Dark Ages and.. well, forever - Lattifah, Nailah, etc etc) Sup? Just stopping by to say hi
--
I'd rather remain a mystery... Where I come from there's no boy or girl. No old or young. No day or night. No past, present or future. In my world there is only 'us'. We are The Kashta. The Pure.
thx for the watchu look like a good artist to ill watch u toohhh yea if u looked at my gallery i think u no im crazy about swords ull see more good designs
--
Check out the NEW Blue Anchor website! Blue Anchor Jewelry These gems have life in them: their colors speak, say what words fail of. George Eliot
--
Love is an extremely complicated Puzzle with only two pieces
Sup? Just stopping by to say hi
--
I'd rather remain a mystery...
Where I come from there's no boy or girl. No old or young. No day or night. No past, present or future. In my world there is only 'us'.
We are The Kashta. The Pure.
--
~ If nothing else works, Format. ^^
Please read my comic: Arcanic: Guardian Bells ---> [link]
--
YLLA.ORG - Maria's Personal Art Gallery ~::~ Original Art for Sale!
--
YLLA.ORG - Maria's Personal Art Gallery ~::~ Original Art for Sale!
--
Check out the NEW Blue Anchor website! Blue Anchor Jewelry
These gems have life in them: their colors speak, say what words fail of. George Eliot
Previous Page12345...Next Page