OH WHUT?

1. post these rules
2. each person tagged must post eight random things about themselves.
3. tagged ones should write a journal about these facts.
4. at the end, post eight deviants.
5. go to their page and tell them they're tagged.
6. no tag-backs [for obvious reasons].


one]] I'm a dreamer. I dream and dream and dream. Anytime I'm silent or staring off into space it is without doubt that I am day-dreaming. I love daydreaming, I love just letting my imagination run rampant with anything that might catch my gaze. I look forward to sleep not because I may be tired or whatever--but because I get to dream, there's a chance I can just escape everything and enjoy something out of this world. I want nothing more than to just get stuck there, to waste away hours just dreaming and imagining and god... I would want nothing more than that. I guess it goes hand in hand that I am an optimist. Hell, if I can dream then why shouldn't I risk believing in those dreams once in a while? I am only living once, and there is so fucking much that can stop me. There's so much that could've stopped me, and it hasn't yet. I won't let anything keep me grounded, having my head in the clouds is the most gratifying experience imaginable.

two]] I am incredibly opinionated. When it comes to people, things are black and white for me. I will either hold you in very high regard and wish nothing but good will in your direction, or I will erase you completely from my life. There are people I will treasure and protect with every ounce of energy that I have, and there are others I will wish nothing but nightmares for. Surprisingly, it is rather easy for someone to fall from my graces. If someone hurts me or does something I am morally against and it directly does damage to me, I will drop you so fucking quick, so fucking quick. The process of getting back on my good side is exponentially harder than the other switch. Once my trust in you is abused, I will not be so eager to place it back in your hands.

three]] The most therapeutic thing for me is to sing at the top of my lungs while driving, with or without other people.

four]] At a concert, I am someone who needs to feel the energy. I cannot just stand to the side and just listen. I live for the experience of the event, and I, of course, will be more that eager to get right into the thick of it and get bruised and beaten by swarming masses of bodies. I want nothing more than to get drenched in other people's sweat, to feel like I might pass out from lack of breath, to scream out the songs at the top of my lungs, and to just laugh. I want to leave that feeling almost like I'm going through an out-of-body experience. I want to leave with my mind buzzing, my ears incapable of hearing anything and with my skin on fire. I want to make those random friends that last only for those few hours, the ones that'll block the crazies from hitting you, and the ones that you'll gladly block back. I want the cavity of my chest to be so full of energy and raw emotion that it just might burst, and the only way to get rid of that pressure is to just laugh and breathe and allow it to just escape. I want to feel like I don't have to hold on to every moment that passes, and that the experience as a whole will outlive any individual action that happens within it. I want to get lost when I go to shows, I want to find myself there having the fucking time of my life, and I want to own that moment.

five]] If given the chance, I would play with boxes all day long like I was ten years old again without any hesitation whatsoever.

six]] Sometimes I want to do nothing else than just let my fingers tear through water/sand/wind. The sensation of not being able to hold it for too long and to be forced to let it go is thrilling.

seven]] I cannot do things slowly, no matter if I want to for not. I cannot let things sit and be unfinished. Once I start something, I intend to work at it until I physically am incapable of moving anymore or until time runs out. It is absolutely mind blowing to me to see someone actually be able to set something aside and just let it sit.

eight]] I love people who still have some fight left in them. I love it when someone, when I hit them, won't hesitate to hit me right back. I love it that they can get into physical battles with me and fucking smile the whole way through it. I love it when they will purposefully tease me just to get a rise, and when they get that they won't whine or back away or drop the whole situation, but they'll reciprocate and continue on with it. And, at the end of the day, those people will smile, give you a hug, and will leave you with a "see you tomorrow, have a good night." Those people are the ones that I will always hold closest to me, they are my family, and I will always be there for them.


tags:? ohhh well hmn. you know what, i'll leave this open ended. do it if you want, i'm not going to hold anyone to it--SHIT IS CRAZYY ANYWAYS. HOMEWORK. NANOWRIMO. FUCK I SPENT TOO LONG ON THIS. ahaha :3 <33

on another note, i am so, so content right now. i met dylan cole. yeah. holy god. saw his work and listened to him explain how he works his magic in person. it's absolutely inspirational. this is definitely what i want to do with my life, and i am so.... so happy.