Rend the trends and hew the usual.I like the little things that make life evident: shadows, reflections, highlights, echos, ripples, silhouette of cement left dry from sitting in the rain talking too long. As an artist I notice the details. Wrinkles, blemishes, crooked noses, bloodstruck eyes, dark shadowy eyes. Yes, eyes are among my favorite features, but I like the whole body. The structure, movement, and potential of the human form is miraculous.I love the different elements of weather: wind and it's glory, refreshing rain, thunder, the awe inspiring lightning. Untouched nature is fabulous. From wildflowers to a ruddy swamp... I adore the variety. Decay of little town squares and urban areas also peaks my photography interest. I take a lot of pictures. Not all of them are... "gallant photography" because I love capturing moments with friends as well.Creation and exploration are among my favorite things in life. I have a big respect for individuality, diversity, integrity, honesty, and chivalry. Adjectives, alliteration, and ambiguous analogies are also among admirations. Poetry, symbolism, and irony are excellent. I have a wide range of outlets in which to express myself: writing, drawing, photography, playing piano (on occasion), and fashion. When I'm angry I drive fast(er than usual), I run in the middle of the night and sometimes howl.I like stomping on acorns and crickets. Half the time when I put up my hair without hairbrush or mirror, I end up liking it better than a planned groomed hairdo. My hair is very long. I enjoy the versatility of braids, twists, straight, and then always the good ol' fashioned wild woman wavy hair.
Here's the deal. When I began using myspace I was very passive about who I accepted as friends... but you know what? That was unecessary. I'm going to clean out my list of friends and if I know you, you'll stay. If I don't know you... well, I'm sorry. If you want to get to know me, feel free to message me, but I'm tired of throwing around the term "friend" in vain. Half of my "friends" are dead weight who never interact and serve only as another number.I don't need numbers. Quality over quantity, ladies and gents. And it's not that I'm trying to be a cold, hard... ..being. I'm just gonna disperse the heat a little less prevalently so as to keep my darlings warm.
Males: I like them tall and I like them with dark hair and caucasion. Blondes peak my interest occasionally but they always seem to be more brief. Often I like the quirky ones... but never the notorious jerks. I adore musicians and intellectuals (not complete geeks). I think if I could find a male very similar to me I would be content. But I imagine that perhaps he would excell in the areas I lack, and maybe lack a little in the areas I excell. He'd be a goofy, spontaneous, courteous and considerous man who can express himself and his problems but still be strong enough to be there when I have my issues. A successful man who can afford the little special material things that represent the more sentimental issues. He must have his life on track before he expects another life to cohabitate. He should be a likeable male, but preferably not the flashy type that every girl swoons after. He should dazzles me with wit and humor and while charming enough to be deemed a player, he should be dedicated to one girl. Me. I like attention almost as much as I enjoy giving attention... when I find someone worthy.Perhaps I've found what I've been looking for.