_Hellbound-Heart_

So ... here is some important information. If you do not like tattoos... or piercings you arent going to like me.
I dont really see why some people still have a problem with them... But I have 7 tattoos on my arms and plan to get more.
My ears are pierced 10 times. 7 in the left and 3 in the right ... the bottom holes are also gauged.
I have my nose pierced and I plan to get it pierced again. My eyebrow is pierced ... so if you dont like it FUCK OFF
To start with... If you arent going to take the time to read my profile and find out if you really want to talk to me ... don’t bother trying to add me. More than likely I don’t want to talk to you anyhow. Most people that have myspace arent worth the time of day to be friends with. Simply put... most people are myspace are FAKE.
Okay so... let’s start with the boring shit and then we can move on...
My name... as simple as it may seem... seems to get FUCKED UP A LOT. So here is a lesson in how to say my name. It’s McKenna. Yes it has a capital K and NO it’s not my last name.
Okay... McKenna is very simple. The C has two little lines under it... which is alittle hard ... but can be done on a computer. The two little lines are not there to make it pretty. They are there for a reason. It makes it a soft sound. So it’s Muh and not Mic or Mac. Now ... this I personally think is the easy part.
Kenna... two sounds... Ken and Na ... but for some reason people like to change it to keen rather than Ken. So just like Barbie’s partner that she will never be able to fuck ... because he doesnt have the parts... the next sound is KEN... no double e.
Now the last part should be easy but people like to read over things and replace them with what they want.
My name is not and will never be McKenzie. It’s an NA and not a ZIE. And for you people you cant figure out the NA ... it nuh.
So here we go ... let’s put it all together. Muh-Ken-Nuh.
Simple right?
If your answer is no ... just call me Macky and save yourself from getting yelled at later.
So here is alittle about me ... because thats the point of the section right?
I tend to be a total bitch... or I just tend to not talk at all. There are a few people that I love to spend my time with and sometimes they make me feel alittle less antisocial.
For the most part ... I do like to be left alone. I like to think I have better things to do than listen to someone complain about how awful their prefect little life is. If you have a real problem ... by all means I would love to help you ... but if you made this problem up and you are bringing it to me for the 15th time about how the guy of the week doesnt love you... don’t bother me.
News Flash for over 85% of myspace... grow some fucking BALLS!
Now then I am not saying by any means that people don’t have bad days... but a lot of peoples bad days are in their head. And if someone doesnt want my blunt answer... they shouldnt have asked to begin with.
So I spose because I am willing to tell people what I think and why I think it ... it makes me a bitch.
Oh just maybe... it makes them close minded.

I really enjoy close minded people ... that want to be open minded. I have so much to show them. If they are really willing to try to open up. There is sooo much think of and to learn from this world... why waste your time thinking in the black and white.
To be honest... a lot of myspace... makes me sick. Sometimes I wonder why I really have a page here... As much as I love sex and porn ... I do not need it on myspace. Nor do I want to see 6th graders who shouldnt be on the site to begin with trying to show me their bodies.
I don’t have a problem with people loving their bodies ... but I do have a problem with people thinking I need to love their bodies too.
But anyhow...
I really love anything and anyone that is artistic. I love anything that involves art. And I love to be involved IN the art.
That being said.... I love to paint... and paint loves to paint me. I tend to always be a total mess no matter what I am doing. I always seem to end up covered in paint or lead or ink by the end of the day even when I havent been doing much.
It seems that anyone who is artistic has a lot of problems with the world or with their life. It wasnt until about 2 months ago ( and this is mid June ) that I finally felt like I had found my place.
Don’t get me wrong. I have many problems. I am bi-polar and I have manic depression and believe it or not they are different things. But my depression has nothing to do with feeling a place in life. Maybe many times my depression was fueled by not knowing what I wanted from my life ... but I know that even in knowing ... I will still face these problems.
More than anything I know that I want to spend my life learning news things everyday... and I want to try my hardest to live my life the way I want it to be.
I have many many plans. One of my plans is to go to bar tending school... but that is something that will happen very soon.
More than anything I hope to be a teacher someday. I have never been happier than when I was tutoring people everyday.
It makes me happy to know that I can make people understand. It also makes me smarter.
I enjoy learning... maybe more than most people my age. But people learn everyday even if they don’t look at it that way.
I think if people would just read more they would be much much much wiser.
Reading is a great passion to have... there is sooo much other there too. I personally like horror novels. Although some of the best books I have read were not horror... I love to scare the shit out of myself. And books ... they are sooo much more powerful than movies... I wish people would learn that.
Sometimes there is absolutely no difference at all between salvation and damnation.