Opendiary hold a few of my thoughts, which is ok with me, but Myspace is growing tiresome when it comes to sharing my opinions with the masses. Only to be judged there by whiny 16 year olds and stalkers, I think it would be a good idea to write about things with actual meaning, on an actual blog.
So here's what you need to know.
I'm musical; bass, piano, guitar, singing- it all pumps through these veins. A rock band i was once in [RIP] won battle of the bands in 2006 [I weilding the bass guitar, also a bright blonde skunk streak in my brown hair.] I belly dance too, it takes me away to another place and time; far away from here. Anything with a good rhythm and catchy chords nabs my attention. I get lost in tribal drum beats and flowing melodies that my body can flow to.
I love to paint, acrylics and canvas can keep me entertained for hours. Anything artsy and creative is something I want to be involved with. I also like to write short stories and I've started on my first novel.
I love nature and the outdoors. I can honestly say I like animals more than people. My heart is firmly set in the forest. My brother and I grew up trapsing around the woods of edgefield practically our whole lives. Not in the redneck "I'm gonna shoot me a deer" way, but in a more respectful, explorative way. I love to discover new things about the outside world. There is nothing more beautiful than a powerful mountaintop, nothing more graceful than a soaring bird, and nothing more peaceful than a ebbing tide. I've visited the ocean and the mountains multiple times and every time it takes my breath away. Eventually I want to visit the rain forests of Brazil. It hurts to know how bad we are taking advantage of the beauty around us and how horrible we treat the creatures that deserve so much more.
I own many cats, 2 birds, and feesh. They give me comfort and companionship when it seems everyone else in this world has turned cold. A whiskery nuzzle makes all of my worries disappear in a heartbeat. They love unconditionally, no matter what mistakes you make. I will never understand why some people mistreat such beautiful beings.
I am a friendly person, but It's hard to find people who see eye to eye with me 100% of the time.
I can forgive but I don't forget, simply because I won't let it happen twice by the same person.
I love my family even though they've hurt me more than anyone else ever has; it's been hard but as I've gotten older my patience has grown with them. I haven't seen my dad since I was 12, and I was closer with him than anyone else. The hardest thing has been to lose my hero, help raise a brother, and try to keep my mother from going insane without losing myself in the process. I miss him and think about him every day, and often wonder if I will ever see him again. The disorder I inherited from him is the same one that damned our family over 10 years ago.
My lil brother [who is 5 years younger than me] is kickass. I love hanging out with him, him and Nick are the only two that can make me laugh with just a simple stare. I trust him with my life and I couldn't have asked for a better sibling.
I'm in Cosmetology school, and I also do hair and makeup for photo shoots. My path doesn't stop there. I want to continue with music and writing, and eventually publish a novel, following my Aunt's footsteps. She recently published a novel entitled "Cotton in Augusta", a true story about my great grandmother. Check it out.
I'm a big kid. I own a pink DS lite and even a Tamagotchi. He's kinda chillin on pause at the moment, but I've been playing the DS almost daily. I strongly suggest everyone getting one. They're great. Wii's are also pretty damn awesome. Animal Crossing=<3 class="text">
I'm ready for something better than this town. I want to spend a few years on the coastline but eventually live out my days in the mountaintops, all with the boy that has taken my heart by storm and refuses to give it back. I like it that way and I trust it will stay that way.
More will come later.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
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