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Voice-Of-An-Angel

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Right. So I was tagged for this 11 things thing. Go me. Here are the rules that I must post. (Where has the freedom in this country gone? *weep*)

1. You must post these rules, please. 
Aww
2. Each person must post 11 things about themselves. =) (Smile) 
3. You must choose 11 people to tag. Put their icon on your Journal! =D (Big Grin)  ( ... I don't think I have 11 friends.  .__. ) 
4. Go to their page and tell him/her that you tagged them Meow :3
5. No tag backs, please! La la la la

Also, I was tagged by YanguChitzure

I've decided that "generic answers"; aka favorite colors, foods, animals; are too meh for me. So, I'm going to put 11 things that most people probably wouldn't know about me. (Perhaps even you, Yangu!)

1. To start off on a cute note, I find old fashioned, vintage things adorable. You know, all those things that aren't really new anymore? Buttons and cream colored stuff, type writers and those scratch'n'sniff stickers, baby pink and pretty much anything that's beige or bronze. Also, those berets with the little flowers in the corner? CUTE! I actually think I'm getting my style from a certain CutiePieMarzia. She has the most adorable style and she seems to take a lot of her ideas from more vintage stylized items. *shrug*

2. I honestly can't stand politics. I mean, I understand that it is important, and I would hate it if everyone were like me: people need to care about politics. But if you start trying to talk to me about it, I will quickly and viciously deny that I have opinions about anything and switch the topic to something less stressful like peanut butter or the fact that otters hold hands while they sleep. I actually think I naturally avoid politics because it gives me unneeded stress (I mean, come on, I need more stress in my life? Yeah). Additionally, lots of politicians make me lose hope for humanity. I just can't believe that power does those kinds of things to people, and dwelling on it just bums me out. Why dwell on negative things when I can talk about otters? Besides, many of other people are happy to debate about politics; who am I to force myself into their conversation, which they are clearly very intellectually and emotionally involved in? In general, I think it's just better for everybody that I have no intention of getting involved in politics.

3. One of my life's ambitions is to be a housewife for the years that my children are children. It sounds sad, I know, and it may even sound impractical in this day and age... but I stand by it. In fact, I would be fine being a housewife my whole life and not have the privelage of having a lot of the family choices and stuff like that. It sounds fair to me. (My only worry is that I only want this because I'm afraid of getting a job.) Still, not only do I enjoy cleaning up around the house and being responsible for a separate aspect of life than the average worker, but I truly believe that being a housewife during the childness of my children is an extremely important job. Raising them right and being there for them is my dream. 

4. That being said, one of my biggest fears is that my children will either dislike me or grow up incorrectly and turn into little ass hats. I worry that they'll think I'm too strict or will take advantage of me or they won't want to talk to me and be the stereotypical "I HATE YOU MOM" kids. I honestly have no idea why I'm convinced that I will do something to screw up my children. All I know is that there is absolutely no doubt in my mind that I want and will have children. I wonder if it's a natural fear that I won't be good enough for them. 

5. I have a scar-looking line on my leg from a few years ago. Where is it from? Me.
That's right ladies and gentlemen. In order to make it appear that I had a scar on my leg, I continuously scratched the same line on my leg until it became whiter than the rest of my skin. It's about the length of my pinkie. I honestly have no idea why I did it. I think I thought it would be cool to have a scar. Regardless, it still remains as a show of my insane ability to be discontent with the amount of "coolness" in my body. 

6. I used to think I had chronic nightmares, but I'm not so sure anymore. Until about two months ago, I had extremely predominately bad/scary/sad/degrading dreams. It was a very rare thing to have a funny or happy dream. Even if my dreams were weird, during the dreaming process I would be extremely terrified and only when I woke up would I realize that it actually wasn't a bad dream. These had been going on for years, some more frightening or (occasionally) more gory than others. It had been a very big problem for me, especially since I felt that it was adding to my anxiety, but it has since declined dramatically. Probably because I've been using a self therapy technique that I learned from a medical website addressing chronic nightmare victims. It basically entails going over the dream that had frightened me, usually in writing, and rewriting the ending. I usually made the end of it turn into a movie shoot--mainly because many of them were too gory or supernatural to be anything else--and it turned out that all of the actors and actresses that had been previously killing me were really nice people. So that solved that pretty quickly.

7. I hate water. I like showers and baths and stuff, but I dislike even going into the neighborhood pool sometimes, much less ponds, lakes, gulfs and oceans. It's mostly because of all the little critters living in the water. And yes, I know, nothing is living in the neighborhood pool. But when my imagination goes to work, there most definitely is a giant squid hiding at the bottom ready to squeeze the life out of me. (Maybe my nightmares have to do with my extremely morbid imagination...)

8. When I make lists, I constantly go back and rearrange the contents of the list to make the "more important" things that I wrote first be in the middle or maybe near the end. Or, if two are the same size, I put something longer or shorter in the middle. For example, the politics entry used to be first. Also, this entry was 6th when I wrote it. Let's see what I do with it.

9. I constantly fantasize that I can draw. YES, Yangu, I know that with practice I could be very good, but frankly, I don't know if I have the patience for drawing. That aside, in my mind I constantly have images and characters that are only interesting in a drawing. It irritates me because I enjoy writing and the images in my head lose their glamour and appeal in words. Also, I am a sucker for good coloring and lighting. I mean, I just drool over any art that has good coloring and lighting. This explains my obsession with  It could be a drawing of an apple; if it has good lighting and stuff, I will favorite it faster than my own sister's art. ( :P )

10. On a different but similar note, I have been in a writing funk for over a year. I honestly have written nothing new by myself and have written about a chapter and a half of my "novel" in the past 18 months. I think this may be why Junior year was extremely difficult for me. The lack of inspiration for writing has been bringing me further and further down. I don't feel motivated for much anything anymore, and the thought that I have lost my creativity pushes me away from writing even further. *sigh* 

11. The only time that my sweet-tooth is not active is at night. Therefore, I very rarely have dessert anymore. I actually don't have dessert anymore unless my mom insists or someone makes it for me. It is unfortunate because I still do have a sweet-tooth. I just convince myself during the day that I can wait until night time to have my sweets, and then when night rolls around I don't want them anymore. Even when I go upstairs and try to convince myself that it's about time I've had dessert, I look around and can't find anything I want. That ice cream's too cold, those candies are too hard, those cookies are too sweet, blah blah. My mind goes on and on with the excuses of not having sweets at night! This is why I still have a huge bag of candy in my room that I haven't been eating. I disappoint myself. I enjoy having a sweet tooth.

So there you go! That was more difficult than I thought it would be, but I just gave 11, less known facts about myself! 
I should have probably added that I have no idea how to tag people on DeviantArt. Seriously; even if I did have 11 friends to tag, I wouldn't know how to. 
Meh. Oh well. :) 
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Stressin'!

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Alright, punks. Summer is already taking it's toll. I mean, the school year is one thing, but actually FINDING THINGS to occupy myself is too much! Every morning I have to drag myself out of bed when my alarm actually goes off, mostly cuz the little annoying voice in my head keeps nagging, "If you don't get up NOW you'll never be up before noon and then you won't have breakfast and go on your run and do your chores and practice guitar and blah blah blah!"
GAH. Stupid obligation. At least next week the sister and her rabid roommate will be coming home so that I won't be stuck to my own devices.
And by my own devices, I of course mean WATCHING TWO ENTIRE ANIME SERIES IN THE SPAN OF THREE DAYS.
It's been a rough week so far.
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Summer

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Wow, I forgot about this place.
Many things have happened over this half a year that I have deglected DeviantArt.
I have gotten into DRAWING! XD For now, you shall all see my horrible drawings as well as my horrible writing. Aren't you lucky.
Warning: my people are kind of realistic... except for the fact that their eyes are way too big for their heads. I'M SORRY. I can't get used to the proportions of drawing. I have been trying, but have so far failed in getting my proportions correct in anything I draw. This is why I don't draw the whole body most of the time. If I draw the body, I don't draw the hands. If I draw the hands, I ignore the body. But it's usually just a head. I give myself an excuse to not draw the body by making the head huge so it takes up the whole paper. I am so smooth, I know. :3
Yaawn... RANDOM DANCY TIME!! XD XO XP XD Shoobe do wa... Shooobe do wop~ HEEEARRT ALL THE MEMORIES. I HAAAVE are bEAUTIFUL in MY MIIIIND~~~~~~~~!! lolz. *blow kiss* Goodnight everybody~
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Sick

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I've heard that when you get sick, your life becomes a little bit shorter. Is this true?

I sure hope it's not: I'm REALLY sick right now.
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I have been listening to this song called "Existential Blues" and it's addicting and weird and HILARIOUS.

You can find the song on Playlist.com (if you happen to go look, do the uncut one, it's better) and here are the lyrics to give you a sneak peak:


Hey, man, what are you really into, huh?

The elusive butterfly has just tip-toed past my door.
My buddy likes the Yankees; she says "Hey, T-Bone, what's the score?"
And I say, "Well, Reggie got 1 in 1 in 3, and 25 is 6 to 4."
Is the left-wing really pinko? Colonel Sanders, what a bore!
You ask so many questions, what answers should I choose?
Is this schizoid paranoia, or just existential blues?

The amenities of life have been chasing my soul,
And my mind is transcendental, and I'm losing all control,
And I'm sinking in the quagmire of illusions and Thoreau,
I cry out, "My name is T-Bone!" as a hound dog digs a hole.
You ask so many questions, what answers should I choose?
Is this Plato's heebie-jeebies, or just existential blues?

Sailing, sailing, what is 'lusion? What is tru-ue?
Sailing, sailing, over the existential blues.
God bless America, and Old Glory too!
May she always wave o'er us with the red, white, and existential
blues!
Hey, ba-ba-de-ba-ba-da-ba-da-da,
Ba-de-bom-ba-de-bom--ba-ding-a-ding-ding ding-existential blues.
Hey, you can do what you want but lay off my existential blues!
My blue suede existential blues!

[Spoken:]
I was on a quest!
To dream the impossible dream.
Walking down the road one day, doo-dah, doo-dah,
I was walking down the road, I was looking for the truth of life,
When I came across all these little people, little people
Little people all around me.
They looked up at me and said, "Hey, mister, are you tall?"
I said, "Yes, I'm tall, but who are you weird little whiners?"
And they looked up at me with their big, red, bloodshot eyes and
said:

We are the lollipop kids, the lollipop kids,
The lollipop kids.
We are the lollipop kids!
And we'd like to welcome you to Munchkinland!

I said, "Hey! Hey, weird little whiners, I am on a quest
To dream the impossible dream.
Walking down the road one day, doo-dah, doo-dah,
I said, "Hey kids, I'm looking for the truth of life.
Where do I go, who do I see?"
They said, "Slow down, mister, in order to find the truth of life,
one must see THE WIZARD!"
I said, "THE WIZARD? Well, where does this wizard, old wise one,
live?"
They said, "You see the big, green, glow-in-the-dark house up on the
hill?"
I said, "Yes, I see the big, green, glow-in-the-dark house up on the
hill.
There's a big, dark forest between me and the big, green,
glow-in-the-dark house up on the hill.
And a little old lady on a Hoover vacuum cleaner going
'I'll get you, my little pretty, and your little dog, Toto, too!'.
I don't even have a little dog, Toto."

Such predicaments, I must forge ahead!
To dream the impossible dream.
Walking down the road one day, doo-dah, doo-dah.
I must find the truth of life.
I said, "But you know, kids, I can handle a big, green, glow-in-the-
dark house
up on the hill, I can handle a darn forest, I can handle the little
old lady,
But that's a very strange road you're sending me down!
I've seen yellow stripes in the middle of a road before, but kids,
uh, never quite that wide!"
All right, tighten your shorts pilgrim, and sing like da Duke.

Follow the yellow brick road (Come on)
Follow the yellow brick road (Everybody sing)
Follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow the yellow brick road
If ever a wonderful wiz there was,
The Wizard of Oz is one because,
Because, because, because, because, because,
Because of the wonderful things he does!
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, ha-ha!
We're off to see the wizard,
The wonderful Wizard of Oz!

Wellllll, I got a little bit tired of
Walking down the road one day, doo-dah, doo-dah.
I got a little bit tired of walking down this old blinding yellow
road,
So pulled my little tired old body off to a little rest area
And lo and behold there's a little field of little red flowers out
there,
And they, heh, smelled so good. Whoa.
I was gettin' pretty tired and they smelled so good, and I
Figured, well, I'll just stretch out in this little field of

POPPIES! POPPIES! POPPIES! poppies!
(Cough)
Hey, what a strange dream, man!
The little flowers, they smell awfully good, and I was pretty tired.
The old wizard's just gonna have to wait, man, because I'm just gonna
Stretch out again in the little field of

POPPIES! POPPIES! POPPIES!
OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!
Dorothy! Dorothy! Dorothy!
(SNIFFFFFFF)
DOROTHY! DOROTHY! DOROTHY!
....confidence in herself, man.
Along came this old man in a green El Dorado II, screeched to a halt,
A little short man with a big red nose
Toking a bottle of Yukon Jack
Strolled up to me and said, "Hey, son."
I said, "Old man, don't bother me. POPPIES, MMMMMMMMM!"
He said, "T-Bone!"
I said, "Wait a minute, this old man knows my name, he must be
THE WIZARD!"

He must be the Wizard,
The Wizard of Oz.
Why have you come to haunt me?
Oh, Wizard of Oz.

I said, "Oh, Wizard, old wise one, I have been on a quest
To dream the impossible dream
Walking down the road one day, doo-dah, doo-dah
And I met these little people
We are the lollipop kids, the lollipop kids, the lollipop kids,
Follow the yellow brick road
Follow, follow, follow
I got tired
POPPIES! POPPIES!
Little old man, I've been through hell!"
He said, "Hey, son, slow down, relax."
I said, "But, wizard, old wise one, I have come so far to find
the truth of life!"
He says, "Hey, son, slow down, relax."
He said, "To tell you the truth, son..."
I said, "Wizard, that's what I've come to find is the truth."
He said, "No, no, no, son, you've got me all wrong. Heh heh.
To tell you the truth, son...uh...how can I tell you this? Uh...
I've been in this field of poppies a long time myself, and I've come
to find, son, that the only truth in life is right here in this
bottle."
I said, "Wizard!"
He said, "No, truly, son. In fact, I'd rather have this bottle in
front of me than A FRONTAL LOBOTOMY!"
How profound, Wizard!

Some girl with psychic power, she said, "T-Bone, what's your sign?"
I blink and answer, "Neon!" I thought I'd blow her mind.
She's reading Moby Dick by some fruitcake named Herman,
She's chomping on a knockwurst, was the duchess really German?
You ask so many questions, what answers should I choose?
Is this really Butte, Montana, or just existential blues?

Really Butte, Montana?
Is this Plato's heebie-jeebies?
Is this schizoid paranoia?

(Star Trek-like sound effects)

La-la-la-la-la-la-la, existential blu-uu-uuuuu-ues!
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