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Okay, I've never written a real long-ass thing about myself before (unless you count that pathetic excuse of a self-description on my old site). Where to start? I have a passion for very few things, but that branches off to be so much more. I have a passion for my friends. An undying devotion to them. I would follow them to my grave, giving the advice I think they may need, and trying to at least be there for them. To share in their mistakes, and suffer the exact same consequences (if not more) so that as if they were to be treated unfairly, they can understand they are not alone. I've missed out on a lot of their lives due to rather extreme circumstances that I will not get into. Speaking of, I'm making a little reminder now to make a new link to describe the fights I've waged publicly (I know, not a good thing. Don't worry, I'm not a bad guy). I once suffered from a pain I could not understand, and believe it or not, tried to lock myself out of my friends. They held on. They offered advice (some good, some bad, grr to Steph). And when I finally couldn't take it anymore, the only way I can describe it is blindfolding yourself into darkness, knowing there is a black abyss behind you, waiting to swallow you whole, and jumping backward, prepared to lose everything. But there was no abyss behind me, only my friends. And they caught me. They pulled me to my feet, and helped me walk when my legs would not function. I leaned the full of my weight against them, and never once have they taken advantage, and I can't thank them enough.
I began writing in 7th (8th? Help me on this one, Scot) grade, due to a poetry project by my history teacher, Mr. Bowser. I wrote about my father, who had deceased when I was 9 years old. Never took effect on me until then. But I wrote that poem, then another, and another. I became obsessive writing about the darkness of life, about death, pain, and sorrow, as I suppose everyone does at some point in time. Eventually, I turned to some "happier" poems, and eventually dedicated some to my friends. Now I kinda write about all of the above. Haha. Go figure. First book I wrote was for Travis, who was as obsessed with Aliens and Predators (Sci-fi horror movie creatures) as I was. After writing Aliens vs. Predator: Adjudicator, I moved on to write Island of Death, Mortal Hell, and Devil's Revolution. Now I'm working on a pretty cool fantasy series called Legends Never Die. Almost done with it. Really neat. That's my...uh...writing news. Haha.
My final obsession is with physically-dangerous stunts/sports. Every sport has an extreme. Football has Rugby (I LOVE Rugby), Wrestling has Grappling. I'm in Grappling. Lots of fun. Lots of experience. Really dangerous. But I think the most amazing thing has to be climbing and cliff-diving. My record is held at 175ft, from a cliff over Lake Mead right by Las Vegas. You have NO idea what it's like to fall for seven seconds before you hit the water (I'm assuming seven, it felt like thirty). I'm making a cliff-diving page, too. Don't know what's going on it, yet, though. I love taking dares, but have mellowed out somewhat. Whatever. I recently got sick and tired of all the bullshit on the internet, but Scot talked me into keeping my sn's. But I'm never on them, anyway. The tattoo, well, kinda kool. The skin part is the shape of the island of Moorea, the island I stayed at in Tahiti, the dark circle around it represents Earth, and the symbolism suggests that Moorea is in the center of the Earth, which it lies on the Equator, so it is. The band that goes around my arm is the Opatanahu tribal band for rough waves, symbolizing hard times in life, and the other side is connected with two doves flying to a star, symbolizing that you may accomplish any goals you desire. Kinda kool.
Really, that's about it for me. I love ALL kinds of music. I love my morals (fuck you guys who think I don't have morals). I don't give a shit whatever the hell you think of me. If you're my friend, I adore you. If you're not, good for you, you're missing out (haha?). If you hate me, well, fuck you, too. I'm not wasting my time trying to hate you. If you're Cody, love ya, AAF...FAA (my last obsession). Oh yeah, I guess I'll end this with a threat: you fuck with my friends, I will hunt your ass down. I love my friends, and I will die for them if the opportunity drops by.
As a side note: I KNOW I'm stupid to keep up with Cody the way I do...just let me be stupid, aight?
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