Aaaaand... I'm random. Really, really random. My life basically consists of food, sleep, music, and friends, not always in that order. I adore art. All sorts. I write constantly. I'm very, very fond of prose, but I've been getting into poetry recently; I'm in the middle of Don Juan at the moment. Lord Byron was obviously in need of lots of sex. But yeah.
What else? I'm five three, hazel eyes, and I have one mean dropkick. I rather like most animals, I'll corrupt your teenagers and coddle your children, and don't ever, EVER let me near a bible that you're fond of. Flaming liberal, my hair will soon be green, and I draw stone structures with a .01 drawing pen when I should be doing homework. I love to draw, but I'm not that great at it, unless it's a tree, stone anything, or a lamp post. Please don't ask why I'm good at drawing lamp posts, because I really have no idea. I think it started out freshman year when I was still convinced that the lamp post led to Narnia... or something like that. I like pointy things, knives, especially. I'm an angst whore and a blood whore, but only my own. Kink is good. Very good. So a birds. In a completely non-sexual way. I love birds. Birds and trees. Actually, I have a sneaking suspicion that I'm actually a closet nerd. It's quite likely... but shhhhh! don't tell anyone!
I am easily amused, morbid, and compassionate