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'Lo.
My name is Haley. Some people call me Trista or Tamiyas, because of my characters~
I love video games, but I'm terrible at them. Quite terrible.
I love soda, but I'm trying to break my caffeine addiction.
I feel like I'm only an artist by choice, not by any natural talent. I feel like I work harder than most artists to achieve. It's alright.
I support constructive criticism.

Likes:
Metal/Screamo, but I think some bands in this genre are stupid. :/ I also like random songs from other genres. I'm not restricted to just one genre.
Memes. Though, I've resorted to Memebase and Know Your Meme, because 4chan isn't even funny. Too much pr0nz.
Art. Duh.
Video games, as I've previously mentioned.
Skullcandy
Adobe stuffs.
Facebook.
Dislikes:
Rude, stupid, annoying, douche worthy, close-minded, and/or inconsiderate people.
Improper grammar.
Condescending comments that do not help me improve. At all.
People who will bash any and all common types of people (preps, scenes, emos, ect) just so they can be "different" and show "how little craps they give."
Turns out there's a name for that. "Elitist." Sounds degrading, actually.
Pork chops. Spinach. Almond chocolate.
Incomprehensibly dumb movies/shows/ect
Growing apart...
Alcoholics, druggies, and floozies.
Fetish art, porn, or even artistic nudity. Call me a prude, but that's the truth.
Perks:
I honestly try to be accepting of people. I refrain from judging by appearance but by attitude.
I find myself slightly funny. :3
I'm not overconfident. (This sometimes, actually becomes an issue...)
I'm a Christian that supports gay marriage.
I'm cutting an addiction!
Faults:
I tend to repeat the same mistakes over and over until I am sick of the outcome.
I want to get out of the house, but I have a hard time finding something to do outside the house that doesn't involve me dying in the hot sun.
Sometimes I try to joke around, and it comes off as rude.
Sometimes other people try to joke around, and they come off as rude.
I'm prone to headaches. And stomachaches. I'd rather have a headache.

Might add to this.
Questions? Note me~