Current Residence: RGV Interests: Music, writing, and reading Favourite movie: Little Women Favourite band or musician: Josh Groban Favourite genre of music: Classical Favourite artist: Monet, Jim Kavanagh, Susan Evans, and Kathryn Thomas Favourite style or digital art: Landscapes/cityscapes Operating System: XP MP3 player of choice: Media Player Favourite game: DoA Favourite gaming platform: PS2, but nothing beats a SNES for me. Gotta love the classics. Personal Quote: "My life is a story in the book of Life; what may seem like an ending is only a beginning."
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Welcome, dear SheezyArtist. From time to time you will notice that I'll submit mostly writings, and in so reading, you'll find out they are poems. I don't call myself an artist because I don't think myself as such, but I do take pride in my works (whatever they may be).
My poems are more self-reflection and human nature based. I take the strongest emotion I'm feeling at the time and write about it, putting it into a scene, one of which I think most everyone relates to. You will notice most are angst-written because, sadly, it takes quite a lot to make me happy and very little to make me sad/upset.
But, enough of my rambling. Feel free to look at what I've set out.
Alas, the day has finally come, my plans have been put into motion, and now I must do little else but to follow through. There's no looking back now and there's certainly no time to look back. Well, that, and I've a nonrefundable plane ticket.
My suitcases are packed, my stuff has been shipped out, and my flight is but a mere nine hours and nineteen minutes away. I have spent this last night in my room in much of a mood, gloomy, and full of guilt. Some who bother reading this might not agree with the method that I have decided to leave, but it explains my guilt all too well.
In a way, though not so different from so many others, I'm running away, but I'm not running away because of petty problems or disputes. Oh, no, I'm not exactly running away, but more like taking a stand and starting my own life. At least that's what I hope it is. If I think of it as anything else I might not be able to take that one fateful step onto the terminal; I might end up being the ostrich example of the majority of the human race and hide my head in the ever so engulfing sand.
My goal for this late night (or early morning for those who choose to look at it that way) is to try to make this post as long as I can. Sadly, my posts won't be as frequent as before, though I'm not sure they ever were, but that's besides the point. The residence that I am moving to does not yet have the luxury of a computer, much less internet access, so that will become my main focused mission: finding a computer with internet access closeby to my residence. At least for the time that I can manage to get a job and buy a laptop.
My lovely, but at times annoying computer will not make this journey with me. To ship it and expect to survive with what little money I already have would be, almost literally, deciding whether I choose to eat or starve. Well, okay, maybe that's taking it a bit to the extreme, but not by far. I wouldn't want to be a burden to my already loving, caring, and generous soon-to-be family-in-law.
Yes, as you can probably piece together, I am moving to the place of my boyfriend's living space. I'm going to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. ;; Feel free to text message me...those of you who have my cellphone number, that is. Nay and the throwing of moldy-cheese-stinking shoes to those of you who expected me to show it in this post. Pft. I'm not completely stupid. But I digress, of course. *cough*
And, thus, my ranting has but come to an end...and in only ten minutes, too. I await the new posts and writings of the many adventures of the people left on this site. Goodness knows I'll need some kind of entertainment.
For the time being, this is not goodbye, but a long pause in my boring and at times pointless writing. All I ask of you, dear friends, is to keep me in your thoughts. Remember ole What's Her Face/Name and, when the day permits me admission to a computer, you shall be rewared with a new post. Short and sweet or long and boring, whichever may come, but a post nonetheless.
So, I send a hug to you and bid you a "See ya later, until we meet/write/read again".
You're gonna laugh yourself into a coma with the next one. Assuming I stop playing City Of Heros for five seconds to actually get down and get to work. lol.
You keep watching my movie. I see the hits go up almost every day. If you liked that one then this new one is sure to keep attention; once I finish it that is.
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