Me? What do I say about me? I hate doing these kinds of things. I am not apologizing anymore for what I am. Exactly what and who I am. I've spent too much of my life trying to be appealing to the wrong people only to realize that being myself is what attracts the right ones. Go figure.
I love nature, but I also love the city. My favorite season is fall. The leaves and climate. It's wonderful. I like to have "deep" conversations, so it would help if you can handle that. Anyone who gives me the line, "I hate talking about politics. I think it's pointless/too corrupt/whatever" will get an automatic boot. I think it's very, very, very important to care deeply about what's going on in Washington or Salem or wherever. If you don't care you have no right to complain about anything the government does.
Well...I'm a big reader. I can get through a book a day if given enough uninterrupted reading time. So it's nice to meet others who read, that way I can talk about the books I read. I also love film. Good film...and it you don't have a filter for that...probably not interested.
Music is big for me. I love all kinds...except country. I will NOT listen to country or jesus-rock.
I spend a lot of time wishing I could find just one person, and equally as much time fighting off needy, over-obsessive yu-gi-oh players at Borderlands. If only I didn't like card games so much...*sigh*.
So yeah...I think I've tortured you enough for now...oh wait...there's more.
P.S. I write poetry:
A wrinkle wringing
finger tapping time away
across fields of grass
that cuts at my ankles.
Tired pictures of me
floating through irrigation canals,
the colors going wavy
my face becoming inscrutable
amidst bubbles of indigo and pink.
A cold wind runs
over drafts firing hatred
sparks of anger in long-unused veins
A dusty begining.
Pumping painfully as my head
feels like a landmine.
The softest thoughts breaking
my skull into a billion pieces.
Pieces, pieces, pieces of me.
wishing it weren't
I've tried dating ppl who are younger than me, and it just doesn't work. So, unless you're extraordinarily mature for your age and can prove it, I probably won't message ppl who are younger than me. Sry. It's just been a headache every single time. I'm also tired of immature ass-holes. Seriously. Be a grown-up about things.
I am fabulous, studious, and quirky