Random Facts: I don't know where to start. I shall begin in the middle. I am obsessed with the movies 'Lord of the Rings'. I have big crushes on Aragorn, Sam and Legolas. The stories of loyalty and courage intrigue me.

I claimed to have loved someone before, as they likewise claimed to love me. In the end, I think we both have just claimed insanity. The relationship ended badly. We don't even speak anymore. Words cannot express how worried I still am for him-as he treads a path leading to a dark road. My heart has different feelings and we'll leave it at that.

I love dancing, especially with my friends, where there is no one around to laugh at us but ourselves. You can't really describe the way I dance. I suppose its the mix of American Indian and Irish in me, but I hop around alot. What can I say? Its in my genes.

I have been in and out of major deppression for more than half of my life-partly because of my parents divorce, my sisters upsetting leave, and my many mishaps with friends and loves. God has kept me strong though and his son Jesus has given an example of extreme patience and long-suffering to live by. To them both I owe my life.

I'm a glass half empty girl.

I dream of becoming a mother one day and of finally finding that one man who will take me away from these nightmarish days of despair and lonliness.

I am one of the few people (this has recently come to my attention)that love Evanescence. Their songs (early ones mostly-which have not been released I do not think)can explain things my own mind cannot conjure.

Speculation: People are dumb. They are creatures of habit and therefore will never change. This I have learned the hard way.

Married men who have children with their wives should never leave. And those who do should not blame their children for not wanting to be in their lives because of what good they see in them is not inside themselves.

People who try to be individuals are only copycats of other people who have also claimed to be individuals. What you get is a clan of shadowers falling under the black veil of unreality. True individuals are those who don't even know what they are.

Its harder to be a women these days. Other women try and devour you-while the younger try to take over you.

Those who do not believe in God are trying to excuse their way of living by saying there is no one to hold them in judgement for the sins they commit.

I have been told that I am weird. They say that like it is a bad thing. The truth of the matter is that everyone, every single being in this world, is weird. To say one is weirder than the other is probably true. But then by what measure of weirdness are they that they claim you to be weirder than them? Chew on that for a while!

Historical: Two years after my birth, my parents seperated and divorced. Til this day, niether will tell me exactly why this occurred. From both sides I have been told that the other was cheating. Only both deny....so...anyways, my mother took us away from Michigan, where my father lives, and brought us to Pennsylvania, where we currently live. I was sent to a Catholic school for kindergarten. My teacher set me apart from the other children because I supposedly could not get along with them and had to spend my entire first year in school alone, at my own table, where I could talk to no other child. *And my parents wonder why I grew up so screwy?* Well, I was finally taken out of that retarded establishment and brought into public schools where I there spent my second grade peacefully. Third grade was another story. *My teacher was a mean, PMS machine.* She embarrassed me in front of the class many times and out of anger, I acted out. Third grade was spent mostly in the principals office, where I had to eat my lunch every day alone. *Its no wonder now that I have anxiety of being left alone.* Fourth through sixth I attended a new school (we moved around alot back then) where I didn't spend so much time in the principals office, but only because I got sneakier. My fourth and fifth grade teachers were awful. Sixth grade wasn't so bad. My teacher never stayed in the room. All us kids (about 13 of us) were always messing around and talking. *I blame her for the reason I am bad at math.* My middle school experiance can be summed up in a few sentences: Why me? Why me? Why me? High school was a different story. My first few months of high school were like entering the fourth dimension. Unreal. I became popular but only because I finally stooped down to their level. I became a cursing, sarcastic fundamental schlub like every single one of them. One evil Art teacher and over-agressive stalker later, I was taken out of highschool to finish my years at home. Thats where I am now. I'm in 12th grade, finishing up the last of my books. Should be done by now but I am lazy. Oh well. HA.

The Boys In My Life:Technically, as of now, there are no boys in my life. But if this means the boys I have liked throughout my life, hold on for the ride, the bars are about to be lowered.
David N.-errrrgh. This creep wasn't even cute and he totally and utterly embarrassed me in front of all the other guys. Good thing I was only 11.
Matt R.-This guy was a total ego freak. He also always made sure to embarrass me. He even got my cousin in on it so he could embarrass me too.
Mike S.- tall, blue eyed, brown hair.....drummer! Still adorable, first guy to not disgrace me only because there never really anything going on 'up there', you know what I mean?
Mitch F.- I wasted three years on this jerk. One *sort of* loving him. I could never be sure why I loved him. I always had to ask myself why I stayed with him. To be honest, he wasn't very handsome. He'd hurt me badly before. I wasn't supposed to take him back. But I did. Because I was pressured into it. I had told myself I liked him again. I'm not sure why. I figured everyone deserved a chance. He took that chance to break my heart. I'd end this part with a swell ending but there is none. For I have none the heart to give.

Miscellaneous: Rah rah rah rah rah, HEY!
In Closing: I thank all the little people. You make good staircases. Adeui, adeui, I wish I could spell adeui.....

Farewell then.