Crotchet The Leper
Crotchet The Leper
this is pretty much me. my name is Jaze. i am immaculate. how about you? i love all music. i hate stupid questions. but i love hatemail, so send me sum. it makes me smile :).i am so impatient. not in a bad way . just impatient. i have no actual straight personality, juss however i feel .like acting at the moment i juss do it. i have a problem with matching my emotions with my facial expressions, so most likely wen i look reely sad im probably just normal, or when i look mad im reely happy. its kinda weird, but ppl can usually tell how im feeling once they talk to me. i eat candy like its my job. im addicted to sugar. i love it. i have candygasims. i have lived in San Jose California pretty much my whole life. i hate it. my dream is to move to new york of San Francisco. dnt ask why. right now i go to evergreen valley college but im planning on leaving there reely soon. iim seriously random but i can be serious when i want to. i love art and anything that has to do with art,
im in school studying to be fashion designer right now but i know tht somthing like tht cant just be learned in school. fashion design is somthing tht i hav been doing since i was little. i hav always been able to draw and sew and im good with computers. i like to surround myself with people who are interesting in ways other thn being dramatic. im so sick of being around ppl tht "pretend" lyk they live in the ghetto nd always hav to be hard and get into fights.(so if ur like tht thn dnt talk to me). i normally dnt get along with girls but wtvr it dosnt bug me as much as it used 2. nd yah i love food. nd i love foreign guys. nd i love messages nd pic comments so send meeh sum... .
The music i like :)
They are the arms of the embrace;
the walls of the home. They protect me, enlighten me, and encourage me. Their bravery, hardship, and compassion motivate me, sending my imagination and creativity to places that I never thought they could reach. Their opinions reconfigure my mind; they open locked doorways that I would have never even seen without their guide and aid. Without their care, I would know nothing of compassion; there would be no soul for me to personify or expand upon. Without my companions, I would be lost and hollow, for it is those that help me as I stumble that inspire me to do the same for others. Those who dare to be themselves, who rise above the influence of the merciless bear-trap of society, inspire me beyond all.
As I travel to these places and embrace these people, I still find myself surrounded by inspiration that cannot be seen. In the world of sound, there lies a beauty and a wonder that is quite distant from the world of images; sound overcomes the body and inflicts its listener with emotion that is relinquished of all logic. Its beauty is confusing, its sadness a mystery – yet there is a part of me that understands it; there is a fragment of my soul that cannot do without it. I listen to the notes and the chords, the bass lines and rhythms, and suddenly, everything will make sense. Three notes with mean “happiness,†ten others mean “frustration,†and, despite this enigma, I ask no questions. Instead, these vibrations and rhythms enlighten me. I am awakened by the oddity of music, and am inspired to do more with what they communicate to me. These melodies spell out the meaning of life; these drum beats whisper the secrets to death. I listen with more than my ears; my soul listens too, and within these chords I see a novel; I see philosophy; I see a masterpiece. Ultimately, it is difficult for me to understand how one could not find inspiration in almost everything. Whether one is standing at the edge of a precipice in the middle of Utah, or looking upon a blind beggar on the streets, one can extract philosophy, art and writing out anything. With so much to love, and so much to ponder, life is, without question, an inspiration in itself.