May 2008

Blog Created: 11/8/07
Number of entries: 11
Number of comments: 3

Visited Blogdrive Members:

Tag this Profile

General Information

Main blog:My Reflections
Birthday:November 18th 1990
Education:High school, Some college
Service Attendance:Rarely
Race/lineage:White / Caucasian
Location:United States, New York, Plattsburgh

Contact Information



Body Size:Average
Height:5' 4" (163 cm)
Eyes:Hazel Brown
Hair Color:Auburn
Hair Style:Wavy - Medium
Facial Hair:None
Skin Tone:Pale
Best Feature:Lips
Clothing Pref.:Tattered
More Details:I'm a musician and a writer, a thinker and an athlete.

Personal Information

Relationship Status:Single - Never Married
Family Info:I'd rather not talk about my family.
Sexual Preference:Straight/Heterosexual
Astrological Sign:Scorpio (Oct 24 - Nov 21)
Existing as:Human
Smoking:No Way
Your Home:Live with parents
Biography/About:I rock what can I say? Most people think I'm pretty weird. I guess my friends luv me and thats what matters. I'm a tomboy and if u dont like that then too bad. I dont take crap from people including my friends, although I'm not usually aggressive I can use my wit and words to refute anyone that makes me mad. So don't make me mad cuz I WILL beat you down. I enjoy hanging out outside especially during the summer when I ride my bike, swim, and skate a little. In the winter I snowboard and try to think of all the crazy things I'm gunna do once the weather is nice. I recently picked up guitar but I'm prolly no good at it. I am shy in uncomfortable situations (too many ppl i dont know etc)but when I'm alone I'm not afraid to do crazy things.
Likes:Supernatural, Alaskan Huskies, Movies
Dislikes:Arrogance, Disrespect
Interests:Guitar, Snowboarding, Mountain biking, Piano, Writing stories, music, nad poetry

Personal Favorites

Other Blogs I Author

Four Most Recent Entries

Letter To a Friend
Dear Friend, Stop thinking, I never expected such a thought! Jane Doe says "_____'s" not here today.*random sad face* There's things I wanted to say to her. My first thought - There's things I want to say to her boyfriend. My next thought - OMG it's a good thing I didn't say THAT out loud, I can't believe I thought that. My Rationalization - She set me up for that by saying that she had "THINGS to SAY to her" rather than 'something I wanted to talk to her about' or some other more normal way of saying that she wanted to talk to her, not "SAY to her." Now this is a perfect example of why...
Muddled Thoughts
So yea this probably doesn't make much sense...I was a little upset and way overtired when I wrote this so the grammar is crappy, I ran on a tangent, and I wrote so huge that this little bit took up five pages, but here goes... I just want the visions to stop. To never come back. (not psychic visions) The ultimate weakness is that not being able to stop or go against the flow of what's already been decided. The story's been written. Nothing I say or do will change that now (little existentialism for ya there). Lack of me in essence would only speed the progress of a story already...
I realize how truly alone...
Today I was reading back through my journals and I've realized it's true, you do change as you get older, and even more so in those years when everything is going on at once. January 11th - I need to vent a little, as always. Today was a sad day. The rainy weather was only symbolic of the crying in my heart. I hate it when my friends are sad. The freaky leg pain dreams that I wrote about earlier this month are back and they still hurt like hell. I'm afraid to sleep but now I know that it's probably not related to the Clonidine. January 10th - It's only Tuesday and already this week has...
Dreams and Nightmares
January 2nd: 2AM: Last night my dreams were vivid, errie but not scary, emotionally painful but physically fine. I was afraid to sleep beacuse of what had happened with the Clonidine. I remember feeling almost at peace, even forgiven. I was laying on Mom's bed surrounded by family and friends. My best boy buddy was laying by my feet. No one was talking; the room was in an odd sense of content quiet. Faceless friends came through the door and stood in Mom's doorway, lined up in front of the window. I only saw the face of one; he had changed a lot. But in that weird way you sense things...

Copyright © 2003 - 2004 NeverX All rights reserved.
Tag board Rules     Privacy policy     Terms of Service