Post by Tenshi on Oct 11, 2004 22:57:30 GMT -5
I am: Audrey Beatrice Spinazola; an Oddrius Maximus; a unique force. I believe in myself; I know who I am. Oddrius Maximus is the name of my species; I am the only one. I can concur anything and win any battle; if I choose.
I crave: MORTAL COMBAT! . . . I mean . . . the feeling of knowing that someone appreciates/needs/loves me. Emotions are what I live by; from happy and sad, to anguish and panic. When no one even acknowledges me, I loose faith in myself.
I regret: Doing that one thing, not doing that other thing; nothing, everything.
I cry: Too often and I hate it. It makes me feel weak and powerless and hopeless; the world is coming to an end and I will always be dead.
I care: About everyone and everything. My friends and companions mean the world to me. They almost become a part of who I am. I feel incomplete without them. I get attached to things very easily; stuffed animals, jewelry, animals. Everything is precious.
I feel alone: In my room at night. When I don’t have people around me, it makes me feel lonely; only a ripple, a vibration, a dream.
I listen to: Anything. Music is my life, my inspiration, my dream. I play three instruments, my favorite being the piano. Every day for an hour, I sit at the piano and I play my heart out, my worries and sadness, my triumphs and excitements, who I am and where I’m going. I’ve also become rather attached to my oboe; high, aesthetic, melodramatic. The trumpet is a new instrument I developed over the summer. I plan to keep playing until I die; music is a thing I never want to loose.
I wonder: if YOU interdigitate while you masticate?
I give: Whatever I need too; whatever I want to. If a am not motivated, it will not happen. Inspiration is everything; a dream, a smile, a moonlit lake rippling in the breeze; a kind word, a broken heart, a sister who runs. That is how I work.
I feel: Odd.
Current worry: That I will be forgotten. Without my family I would be nothing; losing my friends would be deleting myself.
Last time I laughed: just then. Any expression can relay more than words. We communicate through the emotion in our words and the warmth in our actions.
confide: In all things. In life and death, hope and joy, love at first site.
I have faith: In everlasting friendship, music that can heal an unkind word, and cars that can fly.
I trust: In education and dreams, winning and losing, a dance for rain.
I believe: In myself; I believe in you.
I crave: MORTAL COMBAT! . . . I mean . . . the feeling of knowing that someone appreciates/needs/loves me. Emotions are what I live by; from happy and sad, to anguish and panic. When no one even acknowledges me, I loose faith in myself.
I regret: Doing that one thing, not doing that other thing; nothing, everything.
I cry: Too often and I hate it. It makes me feel weak and powerless and hopeless; the world is coming to an end and I will always be dead.
I care: About everyone and everything. My friends and companions mean the world to me. They almost become a part of who I am. I feel incomplete without them. I get attached to things very easily; stuffed animals, jewelry, animals. Everything is precious.
I feel alone: In my room at night. When I don’t have people around me, it makes me feel lonely; only a ripple, a vibration, a dream.
I listen to: Anything. Music is my life, my inspiration, my dream. I play three instruments, my favorite being the piano. Every day for an hour, I sit at the piano and I play my heart out, my worries and sadness, my triumphs and excitements, who I am and where I’m going. I’ve also become rather attached to my oboe; high, aesthetic, melodramatic. The trumpet is a new instrument I developed over the summer. I plan to keep playing until I die; music is a thing I never want to loose.
I wonder: if YOU interdigitate while you masticate?
I give: Whatever I need too; whatever I want to. If a am not motivated, it will not happen. Inspiration is everything; a dream, a smile, a moonlit lake rippling in the breeze; a kind word, a broken heart, a sister who runs. That is how I work.
I feel: Odd.
Current worry: That I will be forgotten. Without my family I would be nothing; losing my friends would be deleting myself.
Last time I laughed: just then. Any expression can relay more than words. We communicate through the emotion in our words and the warmth in our actions.
confide: In all things. In life and death, hope and joy, love at first site.
I have faith: In everlasting friendship, music that can heal an unkind word, and cars that can fly.
I trust: In education and dreams, winning and losing, a dance for rain.
I believe: In myself; I believe in you.
