MORE ABOUT MYSELF-
I feel it might be necessary to get it out there who I am, without the side-bar included, since my followers have increased exponentially.
Lets start shall we?
- I am 20, I turn 21 early January.
- I aspire to be a Model/Actress when I am offered the time to do so (college takes up a lot, plus babysitting my handicapped brother).
- I am majoring in Criminal Justice, and have worked for this career path since my Sophmore year of high school (I am in my second year of College now).
- I very much enjoy S.W.A.T Raids, I am not sure why but there’s something about it that interests me and makes me happy. (We did a lot of skits involving it in my Career Center (Criminal Justice).
- My dream profession/career involves being a Criminal Profiler—I love figuring people-and what makes them “tick”-out.
- I have majority German ethnicity in me, with Native American (cherokee - no I am affiliated officially in any tribes/bands. I have cherokee blood-that’s all). I also possess Scottish and irish ethnicity as well.
- I don’t have a fine-set religion, but I have a christian mother, so I do roam around in the Christianity area and pray to God from time to time. At this point in my life I have struggled with so much, so it is only respectful of me for thanking God, or whichever deity, that has blessed me with the strength, drive, independence, and determination that I have managed to obtain and used to get through a lot in my 20 years of life.
- I used to be a competitive swimmer, so I blog every now and then with pools/swimming.
- I don’t take anyone bull-crap, so don’t feed me any. I’ll be more than likely giving you a smart ass response, and it won’t be one you’ll like.
- I do my research, so if you plan to harass me.. you don’t want to know what follows.
- I have a tendency to rant/vent, so bare with me at times.
- I support gays/etc. in getting equality- love is love. I am not gay, I am a straight HUMAN BEING. All you have to be is HUMAN to support gays. God said to love thy children/neighbor, and so I shall. If you’re homophobic, get the fuck off my blog and don’t come back.
- At this time, I have completely fallen for Thomas William Hiddleston, seeing as he has indirectly helped me get through a very hard time in my life (with his personality, smile, laugh, humor, etc) and has given me the ability to be able to eat and sleep normally again. So probably 85% of my blog is now about him.
This is all I can think of for now, so thanks for reading if you do,
Hey look… it matches. lol
I probably should’ve worked with the lighting more, but here’s another picture. ~ (:
So it’s known, yeah, this is me.
I’m missing you every day. I’m anxiously awaiting in August when I can see you again! I hate how you have to be gone for 7 months, and these 2 months I have to endure without seeing or talking to you, because you’re hard at work in Basic Training. You make me so proud, baby. I understand everything now.. how distance makes the heart grow fonder. To be frank, I can feel my old self coming back and my insecurities draining itself out. While the old may be coming and the negative fading, I can understand my new will stay, and some old will return. As the days go by my love surely grows further than it was the day before, I mean it — that’s a fact, and it will continue to do so.
I keep imagining the moment I see you again in August, on our Two Year Anniversary, embracing you tightly, tears streaming down both our faces. Both of us different from what we used to be—you coming back a man, and me becoming stronger than I am now.
I keep telling myself, “don’t say anything negative in your letters, he doesn’t need that!” and, “tell him what you think about your future, talk about it, say positive things!” but it’s so hard. I want to roll over about how much I fucking miss you to death and how much it pained me after the first day of not being able to speak or hear from you, I think I would’ve been a lot better off knowing you’re okay, but your parents and family need that first call first. I know, next week, I will be your second call —and I hope your T.I.’s at least allow 10 minutes, or even 15 minutes— to talk to you.
I will say it again, and I don’t give a fuck who’s annoyed, I miss and love you so fucking much baby. 200 days till I see you again, mon amour.
I will forever love you, weirdness, dorkyness, everything. ♥ Words cannot seriously explain how much I legit love you!!!