|Main blog:||Candid Scars|
|Birthday:||April 26th 1987|
|Education:||High school, Some college, School of life|
|Service Attendance:||More than once a week|
|Race/lineage:||White / Caucasian|
|Location:||United States, New York, Jimmytown|
|Height:||5' 4" (163 cm)|
|Hair Style:||Straight - Medium|
|Clothing Pref.:||Fetish wear|
|Tattoo Info:||one on my lower back (tribal)|
|Piercing Info:||ears and left cartledge|
|More Details:||I'm getting a line of kanji down my spine when I get the cash|
|Family Info:||one mom, no dad, one twin with brain damage, one grandpa, one grandma, one half brother with brain damage, one half sister|
|Astrological Sign:||Taurus (April 20 - May 20)|
|Smoking:||No. But not bothered by it|
|Liquor:||Gave it up|
|Your Home:||Live with parents|
|Biography/About:||You sit from your higher chairs, your little things, your light smirks and grins as you wonder, what the hell is she doing? What is she? Why is she here? And I'll sit back and simply grin, and give a response. You can't give yourself answers to the questions when you're not sure what you're asking. You look in my eyes and swear that I'm dead. I say I've never been more alive. You look at me and claim that I'm mad. On the contrary, I'm as sane as any other person. As you stare at me even deeper, you then begin to realize, maybe you've been brainwashed, too.
Name: Jackie Lewis
Alias: The Heart Shaped Bullet, Faye, Faith, Dementia, Succubus, Hoshi
Middle Name: Krystal
Hair: It varies. At the moment, I'm in a red phase.
Height/Weight: 5'3 (3/4) and 130ish
Location: New York, USA for now
Zodiac: Year of the Rabbit/Taurus/Earth and Fire elemental
Status: Not accepting applications, fucktard.
Animals: Wolves, tigers, any form of feline and canine, and horses
Color: Reds and blues, just not together.
Song: You Spin Me Right Round - Marilyn Manson
Band/Singer: Too damn many!
Quote: PENIS! - Chibi
Flower: Roses, Baby's Breath
Scent: Velocity Perfume, Wild flowers
Movie: Anything by Tim Burton, and A Series of Unfortunate Events
Season: Fall and Spring
Element: Earth and Fire
Author: Silver Ravenwolf
Do you wear make up? I avoid it.
Do you pluck your brows? Yes. Otherwise they look icky!
Do you prefer personality or looks? 70% Personality and 30% looks.
What do you feel is a wicked boy's name? Amon
How many rings before you answer the phone? 2 or 3 usually
Future Plans: World domination via Disney
Do you sleep with stuffed animals? A little bunny that I've named Yoshe.
Kids? I'd enjoy some of my own little terrorists someday.
Are you popular? I don't think so. Should it matter?
Are you pretty? When I want to be.
Do you have your own phone line?: yes
Do you get along with your family? Some of them.
Do you have piercing and tattoos? Yes.
Do you like...
Giving hugs? I'm a hugging whore.
Walking in the rain? Always. The rain makes me happy.
The mall? I hardly go there.
Going on stage? Stage fright doesn't bother me.
Eat Meat: Yes!
Have insomnia: Yep!
Sleep a lot: Only in the summer
Eat sushi: Occasionally
Bake: As often as I can.
Hot or Cold: Hot
Lace or Satin: Satin
Blue or Red: Red
Old or New: A little mix of both
Rain or Snow: Rain
Give or Receive: Both
Wool or Cotton: Cotton itches less.
Rose or Daisy: Rose
Private or Public School: Public
Chocolate or White Milk: White
Celsius or Fahrenheit: Kelvin's :)
Spring or Fall: Fall
Math or Art: Art
One pillow or two: Human pillow!
Dog or Cat: Cat
Adidas or Nike: I hate brand labels
Coke or Pepsi: Coke from a fountain, Pepsi from a bottle
Oranges or Apples: Oranges
Deaf or Blind: Blind
Pool or Hot tub: Hot tub
Blonde or Brunette: Blonde men, Brunette women, but that depends on the person
Boys or Girls: Yes please!
Tall or Short: Tall
TV or Radio: TV
Homosexuality: I'm all for it! Marriage is about love.
Brand Names: They sadden me.
Abortion: If you can live with yourself, then by all means. But I don't think it should be used as a birth control.
Religion: Another excuse for a war.
Animal Rights: I'm pro animal.
Love at First Sight: That's how I met my dogs.
God: He's out there.
Heaven: is a half pipe
Hell: I call it school
Reincarnation: Of course!
Transvestites: Some of the most wicked awesome people I've met are trans.
Pop music: It gets on my nerves really quick.
Rap: I hate Eminem.
80's Music: The 80's were WICKED AWESOME!
Punk: If it's real punk and not corporate
Prettiest Instrument: The violin
Prettiest part of the body: Eyes and lips
Biggest Fault: I'm too forgiving
Do you live in the moment? I try.
Do you like your hand writing? Rabid baboons with broken tails can write better than me.
Do you care about looks? No, not really.
Obsession: Shiny things!
Looking forward to: A trip to Ontario
Favorite Weather: Nice and warm with a cool breeze
Ever wish you were someone else? Sometimes. |
|Likes:||Biting, kisses, playing with hair, people playing with my hair, comic books, cartoons, back and neck rubs, silver, white gold, shiny objects, paganism, things that deal with the craft, vampirism, Making up words like fucktard and adorkable, not being depressed, biting, leather, chains and restraints, people who can sing, write, dance, act, and/or play music, anything creative really. I also love web comics, my friends, PLAYING football, rugby, hockey, and a few other things, bisexuals, emo boys kissing, music, poetry and writing, reading, anything that has to do with the Asian culture, hacky sack even though I suck at it, drawing, painting, anything art related, anything done by Tim Burton, singing, dancing, rain, laying in the grass, toying with the stupid, incense, candles, cuffs, anything by Jhonen Vasquez, duct tape, safety pins, body mods, skittles, taking pictures, modeling, keyboarding and playing my acoustic, making videos, especially music ones, fire, swimming, candy, and ice cream.|
|Interests:||art, animation, music, playing music, singing, theology, cartoons, body art and mods, emotions, cats, dogs, fetish play, hockey, friends, family, macabre, horror, spooky shit, the occult, caffiene, cigarettes, good movies|
|People/Heroes:||Johnny Depp, Dr. Kavorkian, Charles Manson|
|Books:||The Chronicles of Narnia, Comic Books, The Vampire Chronicles, The White Wolf Novels: Lucas, Cut, A Boy Called It, Runaway Train, A Girl Named Disaster, Dante's Inferno|
|Authors:||Anne Rice, Terry Brooks, The people who write the White Wolf books, Nick Switalski|
|Music Genres:||Acid Jazz, Ambiant, Multicultural/Foreign, Baroqe, Black Metal, Bossa Nova, Cajun, Calypso, Celtic, Chinese Opera, Dancehall Raggae, Death Metal, Drum and Bass, Electro, Emo, Eurodance, Future Pop, Funk, Garage/Grunge (think Nirvana), Gypsy, Industrial/Industrial Noise, Jazz, Latin, Latin Freestyle, TASTEFUL hip hop, Lounge, Midieval, Metal, New Age, Pagan, Progressive Rock, Polka, , Novelty/Parody style, Rag Time, Pop Rock (this is anything mainstream, folks. Those of you who hate pop music but love slipknot are all posers.), Ska, Surf Rock, Synth, Techno/Trance, |
|Bands/Artists:||any that fall under the above catagories|
|Food:||pocky, perogees, pizza and wings, doritos|
|Drink:||mountain dew, dr pepper|
people suck so much...|
Man, life has been twisted as of late. Iím not sure on where to start or end with this entry. I guess Iíll get the bad out before the good. Reeseís mother makes my skin crawl with how she treats him. Heís by far not worthless. Heís not a waste. Heís a nice person. Heís never raised a hand, let alone a fist to me. Heís never made me feel like Iím nothing. He stopped me from shooting myself twice. Heís a good older brother and an excellent friend. He accepts me for me, and heís free of ignorance. Heís what everyone should be. And I donít see why anyone would want to destroy free will.
We know drama.
Babble babble bitch rant emo cry boo hoo.
I had to get that out of my system. Heh. Well, hereís an exerpt from my VF journal, so that I donít have to repeat myself.
ďOh the fucking drama. Oh the drama, folks. So I guess this is my first non-poetic entry. So, I guess this is whatís gone on since I turned 18, or at least all that concerns you folks. So, Tony and I sit here and converse as usual, and out of no where, n0x starts talking a few negative things towards Brooke. She decided to jump the bullet and assume that Tony told him things when Tony has no idea who he is. Brooke starts a war...
There's a coldness in the air, but I don't care...
I miss Reese. The end.
Smile, sweet child of mine
Well, it's another lonely Monday. I get to see Reese tomorrow. I miss hanging around him, to be 100% honest. I wish we could see eachother more, or speak more. I love hanging around my friends. They make me happy. They make me smile. Regardless, life doesn't suck as much as I thought it did. I can only thank those who have been there the whole time. Those who have never turned their backs on me. Thankyou. I'm such a jack ass.