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Voodoo Girl.

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About Me


MyHotComments I just deleted everything I ever wrote about myself from my profile, cuz I'm cool like that.
I can't say I am who I used to be... After all, no one is. I cannot say I am anything like the girl I dreamed of becoming. Granted I have a few characteristics, however I now lack aspects I used to pride myself upon. I now have formed and developed new habits that I despise, I now possess a thought process unknown to mankind. It is unexplainable, inexperience able, and downright terrifying. Can you tell I simply adore adjectives and adverbs? Oh, and I'm easily distracted by the way. As a result of such things, this will probably seem like it jumps around a lot... Which it does.
That was always my problem with writing... I could never discuss just one issue in a paper, because one issue leads to another. That issue leads to an even further one and it's just a cycle that never ends. Trying to fit all the things in I feel are vital, I barely touch on all of them and turn in an unfinished piece of work... more like five unfinished pieces of work. *Shrugs* That way the paper's main focus depends on who is reading it, and what they choose to circle in on as the most important topic, or the core topic.
I am personally under the belief that everything in life circles upon two things. One being your motives behind whatever you say and do. Actions speak louder than words, I whole-heartedly concur. However, the motives beyond those actions will explain every misunderstanding ever known to mankind. In my mind why you do something is far more important than the fact that you did it, even though the fact that you did it is quite relative. Everything you possibly say, do, think, act upon springs from a motive. The other, would have to be perspective. The human perspective can make or break very vital things in our lives... Whether it be our religion, relationships, job, sexuality, style, character, anything really. Perspective is more than just your opinion, it is the things your mind views as facts. It is the very thing where your ideas, opinions, beliefs, and disbeliefs spring from. There is nothing more possibly poisonous to the mind than a manipulated, distorted perspective on reality.
I would much rather base my whole life on belief than on logic. Logic is so inexorable. It doesn't allow flexibility, it doesn't allow for emotions. It doesn't allow for the human factor... for humans, on the whole, are illogical creatures. Belief on the other hand, is the existence of something not immediately susceptible to rigorous proof. You're always just the least bit open to the fact that you are wrong... Belief is always more flexible than logic, yet more concrete than ideas. Beliefs are worth fighting for, logic and idealistics are not.
My three favorite possessions aren't really possessions at all... I possess a relationship with Christ, I possess an immensely insane, although loving family... I also possess a ridiculous love, whom with which I belong.
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My Interests

I have to say I am quite fond of Archery and Volleyball.
I'm rather smart, I learn quickly... however I'm not very knowledgable.
I love dice, Midieval Times, and art.
I simply [/adore] children, but hope to never personally reproduce.
I'm highly socially awkward. I'm the girl in the corner that just stands there for hours. I refuse to sit most of the time, and I don't respond to a whole lot. I have this problem where I have to see a point in things, and I don't see much of a point in conversing with most people in society these days. Plus, If I'm in a big group (more than 5 people) that I don't know, chances are I won't talk at all... even if I really want to talk to you because you seem entirely all too interesting. Social anxiety anyone?

I'd like to meet:

Honestly, it depends on the day. Some days I'm overly social and simply adore meeting new people... others I'm quite cynical and think the whole human race is full of scum.

However, I will never hold an interest in those who are under the belief that they are rebellious for cutting class, or feel that their life is unfulfilled without a man or woman to complete them, or feel superior to others because at one point or another in their life someone told them they were pretty.

Buying pre-ripped jeans and wearing 5 million bracelets on your perfectly manicured black hands that are poofing your fuschia colored hair teased out past your arms does not make you an individual. Your beliefs, opinons, perspective and how you live your life is what makes you an individual. You will never be able to find yourself in your clothing, so don't even make the attempt. There is nothing wrong with expressing yourself, or wearing clothing you think is cute no matter now silly someone else says it looks. That's their opinion. If they don't like it, that's one less person you have to worry about showing up to the same event in the same clothing with.

Eternally whining about political issues will not award you the title of activist. You must actively be working on those issues.

I hate to break it to you sweetheart, but it's no one else's fault. The man is not keeping you down. Get off your ass; go back to school, get a job, and do something with your life besides mooching off everyone else for a change. I realize America is a codependent society eternally whining for independence, but come on. The line needs to be drawn somewhere.

Music:

Techno.
Rock.
Polka.
Punk.
Metal.
If it's Christian, that just makes it even more euphoric.

Movies:

10 Things I Hate About You.
300.
A Walk To Remember.
Beauty and the Beast.
Boondock Saints.
Donnie Darko.
Edward Scissor Hands.
Gladiator.
Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
Super Bad.
Super Troopers.
The Fifth Element.
Tommy Boy.

Television:

Not A Big Fan.

Books:

Charles de Lint = Prodigy.

Heroes:

I love Jesus.

My Blog

True Story.

Cora Rocks hardxcore. It's crazy.
Posted by Voodoo Girl. on Mon, 13 Aug 2007 10:00:00 PST

That one guy.

You know that guy that brushes the hair out of your eyes, then kisses you.He holds your hand where ever you go,And isn't afraid to kiss you in line at the store.The boy that gets mad when somebody is ...
Posted by Voodoo Girl. on Wed, 18 Jul 2007 12:04:00 PST

Colony 5 Makes Me Squirt.

Dim the light, it hurts my eyes it scars my skin and shatters my lies fold the blinds, let's stay inside Take my hand, I'll give you strength come with me, we'll make our way through the li...
Posted by Voodoo Girl. on Fri, 06 Jul 2007 11:38:00 PST

Naked.

Because everyone loves a love-sick bitch, right?Let down your defencesUse no common senseIf you look you will seethat this world is a beautifulaccident, turibulent succulentopulent permanent, no wayI ...
Posted by Voodoo Girl. on Tue, 12 Jun 2007 09:25:00 PST

I'm Bringing Sexy Back.

Humans, are sexual beings. There is nothing wrong with that, obviously. However I think the church goes to one extream, and society goes the other. Generally speaking, of course. The church I believ...
Posted by Voodoo Girl. on Wed, 06 Jun 2007 08:01:00 PST

Hey, Emo Kid.

Why do they exist!? What brought on this wave of spinelessness that so infects our society these days? Are people so desperate for attention that they resort to this? It is such a pitiful attempt ...
Posted by Voodoo Girl. on Thu, 19 Apr 2007 12:37:00 PST

Sad, But True.

We hide so we can be found. We walk away to see who will follow. We cry to see who will wipe away our tears. And we let our hearts get broken to see who will come and fix them.
Posted by Voodoo Girl. on Thu, 19 Apr 2007 12:28:00 PST

Death.

I miss the days of honor, understanding, and courtesy. For, these are the days of angst, pride, arrogance, and miscommunication.  *We live in a day where you are praised for being spiteful and hu...
Posted by Voodoo Girl. on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 10:06:00 PST

Lookout!

So I've decided to become sexy. I've deprived the world for far too long of my erotic energy and it's time to let my mad sexiness shine on through. It'll be like Picasso's "blue" period, only instead ...
Posted by Voodoo Girl. on Mon, 09 Apr 2007 10:14:00 PST

Silence Is Screaming In My Head, Stuck On Repeat.

I killed a relationship today. Not a dating relationship, but a friendship type deal... *Shrugs* He was a fucking cool as hell kid, not the nicest of people, understanding and blunt none-the-less, bu...
Posted by Voodoo Girl. on Tue, 27 Mar 2007 07:18:00 PST