|Main blog:||As We Wept|
|Birthday:||March 10th 1988|
|Religion:||Spiritual but not religious|
|Race/lineage:||White / Caucasian|
|Location:||United States, California, Simi|
|Height:||5' 8" (173 cm)|
|Hair Color:||Black Brown|
|Hair Style:||Straight - Long|
|More Details:||i have eyebrows!|
|Relationship Status:||Single - Never Married|
|Family Info:||Parents are divored, and I have one sister and a niece.|
|Astrological Sign:||Pisces (Feb 19 - March 20)|
|Liquor:||Social drinker. One or two|
|Your Home:||Live with parents|
|Biography/About:||Just another face with a name to go with.|
|Likes:||Mountain Dew; writing; reading; making people smile; creating|
|Dislikes:||Mean people; sadness; drugs; ignorance; pseudo-intellectuals; dirty dishes; skinheads|
|Interests:||writing, walking, thinking, talking, building, playing video games, reading books, science fiction, psychology, music|
|People/Heroes:||Leonardo da Vinci, elton john, aladdin|
|Books:||battlefield earth, it, the stand, animorphs, star wars, star trek, firebird, starcraft|
|Authors:||stephen king, l. ron hubbard, michael chriton|
|Music Genres:||rock, country, pop, metal, hard rock, hair metal, death metal, nu-metal, black metal, soft rock, country rock, reggae, R&B, industrial, classical, instrumental, synth-pop, electronic, gothic, cabaret|
|Bands/Artists:||slipknot, manson, nine inch nails, big & rich, shania twain, tool, scorpions, elton john, stratovarius|
|Albums/CDs:||Iowa, the cold white light, mechanical animals, stabbing westward, lateralus, futureperfect, the fragile, still, reroute to remain|
|Songs:||the shape, can you feel the love tonight?, metaphor, circle, vermillion, eyeless, my plague, my heartstrings come undone, nobody, dream of mirrors, the speed of pain, real world, and all that could have been|
|TV Shows:||invader zim|
|Movies:||jurassic park, lost world, pulp fiction, the aviator, independence day, Riddick, I, Robot, star wars|
|Actors:||jeff goldblum, samuel jackson, morgan freeman, jim carrey, robin williams, vin diesel, tim currey, yoda|
|Games:||starcraft, gta series, zelda, morrowind, half-life, warcraft, sim city, diablo, neverwinter nights, goldeneye, unreal, doom, doom 3, half-life 2, far cry, KOTOR|
|Colors:||purple, dark purple, light blue on black, dark red, green|
|Food:||spaghettie, skettios, mac & cheese, pizza, pasta, steak, chicken|
|Drink:||mountain dew, dr pepper|
|Quotes:||a man could hold the universe in the palm of his hand, if only he learned to unclench his fists, Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former, what does not destroy me - makes me stronger, whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he doesn't become a monster, Ignorance... the root and stem of every Evil, Wise men talk because they have something to say, fools because they have to say something, the beginning is the most important part of the work, all that is gold does not glitter, not all those that wander are lost|
"It's colder, now, than I remember. How long has it been?"
"I don't know, I don't think any of us knows."
"That doesn't seem right. Someone should know. How could we not know?"
"I don't think anyone really cared to remember then. We didn't think it would last this long."
"We were so...foolish, we should have known."
"It seems so obvious, looking back. Hindsight..."
"I miss the sunsets. Looking out the window, watching it set behind the ocean...the way the ocean sparkled under those last rays."
"I just miss the light; It's so dark now."
"There's no more wood, is there."
Well, I've gotten my very own website, so I'll be moving my stories there. If you want to keep reading check out http://thegreatllama.com.
I held you once. Once, but never again. I watch my fingers crawl over the keys as I let the words flow out of my memory. The memories, though, are fading. A fog has covered them, and everyday they slip away a little more. Every day, it becomes harder to recall the touch of your skin, or the look in your eyes as you told me how you loved me.
With every fragment that goes missing, a piece of me, and of my hope, disappears as well. The term hopeless has become a bitter one, as it no longer means there is no hope for me, but that I have no more hope. Cold acceptance, however, is not within my...
Where has the time gone? These years that have gone by, they feel so empty. Have I let my own life pass me by? It all went by so quickly...
I had so much I wanted to do, I had so many thing to say to you. I woke up this morning and found that all the time in which I could have said those things had passed. I found that you, my only love, were gone. What, then, is left for me?
There are many years still left for me. That used to matter, but I feel as though the years which mattered have already come and gone. So, do I resign myself to living out the rest of them dreaming of what could...