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I write, a lot. More than I draw. I have my own stories I hope to get published. I really don't know if my writing is good enough to be published but... if Twilight could do it, I'm certain my shit can too!
I tie dye my own clothes. I've been doing tie dye since I can remember. My mother taught me how, and she learned from woman named (no joke, I've met her) Rainbow. I can do anything from a spiral to an American flag, to a heart just by tying the shirt however I have learned. No, I don't make them to sell them, please don't ask me to make one for you.
I fucking LOVE mythology. I don't claim to be an expert on them or anything like that, but... I love to use it to influence characters for some of my more complicated stories. One of my all time favorite mythological beings is Cerberus, the three headed dog who is guardian of the Underworld. I think one of the most misunderstood beings in mythology is Hades. There is nothing that actually says he is evil, it's just because he's been given the shit job of taking care of the Underworld that he's considered "evil"!
I tend to sing any song I know, when I hear it. When playing apples to apples, I drive people insane by singing whatever song pops into my head when one of the words makes me think of it. I know WAY too much music.
I'm going to collage to become a massage therapist. I like to help people, so it will be a good career choice since the smell of blood makes me wig out. It's not that blood scars me it's... It smells too good, I know that I shouldn't react the way I do to blood, and it worries me. I'm a freak X_X
I hate kids. They're loud, and irritating and I don't know if I'll even want to adopt one, but I most certainly won't have any babies out of my body. More than anything, I'm worried I will loose my temper and throw or shake my child... Hence, I'd just avoid having one for sake of my own sanity. I can barely keep my temper as it is... let alone with a constant source of irritation. (hooray for complete honesty)
I love my girlfriend more than anything. She is beautiful, warm, and everything I could ever need. When I'm with her? All the day-to-day problems seem to disappear (for the most part). She's a wonderful writer, and she makes me smile. I'm hers, she's mine, we've been together for ever a year, and I have let my grandmother damn me to hell by telling her everything, because I love her too much to hide that I'm with her. I've even taken to wearing a ring on my finger to keep others away from me for her.
I am loyal, that is the best thing about me. I am loyal to the death. I have had friends say they will never talk to me again, and yet I still wait for them to call if they need me. It hurts to wait, and feel alone because they're gone, but I still wait patiently because I am too loyal for my own good. I love my friends, I'm loyal to them, even when they hurt me... I can't help it, I don't stop looking out for them, whether they're there or not. My friends are practically all I have worth protecting, so I will protect them to the best of my abilities.
I long for a time long since passed, of swords and shields, bows and arrows... I want honor and the beauty of a sword fight. The age of black smiths pounding out imperfections in blades to make them perfect... Before inflated prices, and objects designed to break or wear out, back when quality mattered more than quantity. Before guns and bombs, and drive by shootings. Back when there was honor in dying for a cause.
I despise family get together-s... Especially when it's with my cousins from my dad's side. They're just like babies. Screaming, hollering, leaving shit everywhere, and have no courtesy for my comfort, or that of my brother, mother, and Father. It's not acceptable to leave the couch in such a state that no-one can sit on it. It's not acceptable to start a fight in the living room and step on someone who isn't involved, then not apologize. It's not right to tell someone to fuck off because you're watching a movie you OWN, when you haven't seen the rest of the people in the house in OVER FOUR YEARS!!! I love them all as individuals, but as a group of six people who have suddenly invaded my house, they are pissing me off to the ends of the earth. I haven't contemplated mass murder in a LONG time... But I'm seriously thinking about it.
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