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About Me


I'm Rebekah fukking Ostwald,
AKA "Scorpio,"
and I'm NOT going to date you,
So don't even bother.
I don't dwell on or live in the past.

I graduated in '07.
I like the colors green and orange, and I like the sound of breaking glass.
I like elephants.
I like big trucks.
I like the smell of fall.
I like to rave and party.

I want to live my life as a musical, just for ONE day.
I also like my gun rights.

I don't believe in abortion.
It's called birth control, bitch, learn some responsibility.

I'm a Republican, because I already have a nice ass.
I'm ambidextrous.

I'm random as shit.
I weigh 135.

I like food. A LOT.
I'm a human disposal; I eat absolutely EVERYTHING.

I probably eat more in one meal than you can in a day.
I like fettuccini alfredo and Chinese food the most.

I'm very charismatic when typing, but not when speaking.
Probably because I don't think before I open my mouth.

I like to be heard.
I speak my mind and I'm blunt.

I'm eccentric and sarcastic.
I have an abrasive personality.

A little bit of drama goes a long way.
What can I say? It's interesting.

I can be fifty different people in a week.
I'm German, Irish, and French.

Hence my mom's last name, "LaPorte," meaning: the door.

And my dad's last name, "Ostwald," meaning: east forest.

I get German rage sometimes.
I like to consume alcoholic beverages on a daily basis like it’s Oktoberfest or something.
I've smoked since 8th grade.
I recently quit on New Years, so I'm probably an asshole.

I probably don't care.
I already know who my true friends are,

so I'm not trying to impress anybody, nor alter their outlook on my disposition.
I believe in God, but not organized religion.

It's just a scam to get your money.
I love my family.

I love my true friends.
I've learned to trust my battle buddies, because one day, I'm going to be in a combat zone with them,

and they may take a bullet for me.
Just as I would take one for them.

I hate algebra and numbers.
I love English and writing.

I got 2nd place in the spelling bee... three times.
I played the piano since age 4.

I quit ten years later.
I played the snare drum and had a paper route in 5th and 6th grade.

I have lots of awards, trophies, and medals somewhere.
I don't know what ever happened to them.

I went through 8 schools throughout my K-12 career.
I'm used to change and I like it quite frequently.

I make friends easily.
But I'm not a people person.

I like my job, and there's only a few other things in the world that I'd rather do.
I'll get to those eventually in life.

I like to travel, and that tends to go hand in hand with my current and aspired jobs.
I have lots of different friends in lots of different places, because I move a lot.

I'm a pirate, for real.
I'm super adventurous.

I have an open door, open arms policy. No matter how bad someone fukks up, I'll still be there for them to lean on when they need it most.
I have 2 tattoos, and 5 piercings.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

[Schism by TOOL]

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away

Mildewed and smoldering,

fundamental differing,

Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion

Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication

The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so

We cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down

No fault, none to blame it doesn’t mean I don't desire to

Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.

To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication.

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,

And the circling is worth it.

Finding beauty in the dissonance.

There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.

Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting

I’ve done the math enough to know the dangers of a second guessing

Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication

Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion

Between supposed lovers

Between supposed lovers.

And I know the pieces fit.

My Blog

Dearest (kind of) ex-boyfriend... you know who you are.

I'm not a psychologist and I don't interpret other people's feelings by their body language and attitude, but if I'm not mistaken, I believe this has not only become a burden to me, but is taking it's...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Apr 2009 03:47:00 GMT

BROKEN SOLDIER

eHe's just a boy.They made him deploy.Trained him proficiently,To stand up for his country.Best of the best - elite,That was his feat.He did certain things,To other human beings,That nobody should eve...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Oct 2008 18:49:00 GMT

You said I wasnt worth your time, but will my funeral be?

Your teeth look pretty,So bear 'em to the world.If everybody sees just what I see,Everything will seem to be so surreal.Let's go to the moon and never come back,We'll suffocate each other and you're u...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Sep 2008 12:38:00 GMT

To our friends: care and compassion; to our foes: death and destruction!

The Soldier Stood And Faced His God Which Must Always Come To Pass He Hoped His Shoes Were Shining Bright Just As Brightly As His Brass "Step Forward Now Soldier How Shall I Deal With You? Have You Tu...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jul 2008 01:59:00 GMT