First you should know, i hate trying to describe myself. If i manage to write down anything that sounds even relevant to what I'm actually like, it takes up six hundred pages, and i always think I'm leaving something out, but I'll try....
I am a random crazy person with a strange obsession of mysterious, black clothing. I LOVE adventure, any kind of weapon, having fun, reading, walking in the woods, black, mystery, books, movies, and i want to be an actress. I like listening to other people, laughing, making others laugh, and being strong in my faith, Christianity. I've taught myself to kick but and believe i can do ANYTHING if i try! I like to draw and write, but i don't think I'm that great...Did i mention i have no self esteem?
Cellie describes me as:
a flurry/tornado/whirlwind combo-thing of witty sarcasm and weird voice impersonations, that absolutely despises her artwork even though i am utterly convinced that she is one of the best realism artist known to man, and she must be insane for letting me answer the question of 'Describe me in one sentence.'
1. Respond with something random about you.
2. Tell you which color you remind me of.
3. Tell you my first memory of you.
4. Tell you what animal you remind me of.
5. Ask you something I've always wondered about you.
6. Tell you my favorite thing about you.
7. Challenge you to post this on your journal.
//Sigh// Okay, I'm sorry for not posting. I /really/ am! But I spend all the time I have on art working to design album covers and artistic crap for music artists.
Good news is I'm almost done.
Almost.
I will break into thoughts
With what's written on my heart
I will break
Break
I'm so sick, infected with
Let me live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss, selfishness
I'm so sick
I'm so sick
If you want more of this
We can push out, sell out, die out
So you'll shut up (shut up)
And stay sleeping
With my screaming in your itching ears
I'm so sick, infected with
let me live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss, selfishness
I'm so sick
I'm so sick
Hear it, I'm screaming it
You're heading to it now
Hear it, I'm screaming it
You tremble at this sound
You sink into my clothes
This invasion makes me feel
Worthless, hopeless, sick
I'm so sick, infected with
will I live?
Let me live without this
Empty bliss, selfishness
I'm so, I'm so sick
I'm so sick, infected with
Let me live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss, selfishness
I'm so (I'm so)
I'm so sick (I'm so sick)
I'm so (I'm so)
I'm so sick (I'm so sick)
Ah, no worries. My best friend has ADHD-I've long since gotten used to it.
I haven't watched someone in a while, so *watches*. My art has gotten better since I was 13...Though it still needs a lot of work. (I think that goes for any regular artist of any age, but oh well. x_x.)
Haha, I don't know if I actually have it or not. But it sounds a heck of a lot better then a long winded explanation of how I got distracted with shiny objects and ended up with Alice through a looking glass that turned out not to be too shiny /anyway/.
...Yea.
ANYWHO-
thanks for the watch :) I know what you mean. My art still needs so much work o.o