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miradoblacwarior
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Name: Andi
Birthday: 7/13/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: You. I'm very interested in you. Don't make that my mistake. Also I like mountains, black coffee, dark chocolate, and low lighting. Water scares me, I won't wear shoes unless they're scuffed, I like fire, and catching strangers glances. I smile easily, and will befriend anyone who can make me do so. I sailed my ship of safty till I sank it. Who am I? Not always sure, but right now I'm breathing in and out...and I think that may be considered a good thing.
Expertise: You know what they say: Jack of all trades but master of none....yeah well that's not me. I am amazing, witty, incredible, sparkly, and I have been told: saucy. Given ample oppertunity you would have no choice but to fall for me. I can make even the most disagreable people laugh, and you came here seeking clarity Mmmmm? What am I expert at? getting under peoples skin...and I think that may be considered a bad thing.
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AIM:  miradoblacwarior
Member Since:
4/8/2004
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| - London Beackoned songs about money written by machines
So recently I have graduated from the puny treadmills that reside in
the cardiovascular room. I am now on the ground floor of the gym
pumping iron with the best of them. Big machines with weights on them
are intimidating, or they were for me at least until the John's showed
me the ropes. This being said my drug of choice would have to be
endorphins. Adrenaline still works in a pinch though. Which is why I am
glad my other good friend Christen signed me up to be on the triple
trapeze in a show coming up. What is the triple trapeze you ask? That's what I asked too. Apparently it looks like this...
So come June I will be15 feet in the air doing fun stuff like this. I
mean obviously not this exactly, but come on the pic is from Varekie.
Other big news: THE STEELERS WON THE SUPERBOWL! okay I'm done.
It was a good game even though I didn't even really watch the halftime
show. Instead we got into a wresting match over a bouncy ball, which
was distracting. Wow doesn't that sound incredibly mature. Sadly enough
I was the youngest one present.  So if
there was a malfunction of any kind I am to this moment unaware of it.
It's okay. The moment was worth a little ignorance. Besides who wants
to see Mick Jaggers chest. Typically it's in plain sight anyways.
Example a:
I rest my case. In fact I think that's about all I can say. I mean a
picture says a thousand words so if you take that into account this is
quite a substantial post. Especially since the portrait of Mick Jagger
seems to be an exception to the rule by outright screaming at least several thousand words.
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| - Let go
"Just sign here" I still don't really understand or respect the power I
have when I do nothing more than pick up a pen and find a dotted line.
What I do affects at least 5 people in a significant way and countless
others in subtle ways I can never track or weigh. 6 months is a long
time to go without something. But signing a 12 month lease promises an
even longer time. I tell him I hate Portsmouth, I could leave today.
Nothing is keeping me here other than fear. Because I know for a fact
that there are worse places you can find yourself in. He assures me
that I'll get out. "A 12 month lease. It's only a year" Yeah, and it's
only 6 months. It just feels like forever. It just feels like the clock
is cheating me. Adamantly refusing to move past 5 am. I swear if the
hand on the clock doesn't quit stalling then I will have aged years in
the span of an hour.
Sleep has left me alone.
Barely legal. Old enough for her signature to affect the future. But
only just. It's the second 12 month lease signed in 3 months. What does
that say. Things don't always happen like we sign for them to. The
standoff with the clock continues. We both have faces and hands, why do
you get the morning off?
Pretty whitewashed lies, endless alibis, and reasons that need cleaning
every night. Because let's be honest the truth's a really sad place to
be. There are things that, for all your trying, you can't beat out of your head. And the
frustration of defeat leaves you screaming at a clock on the wall. If 6
o'clock ever decides to roll around maybe 7 will follow. That would be
hopeful. Maybe a different wall. Maybe that's all I need. Yes, a
different wall might just do the trick.
I'll sign the papers tomorrow.
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| - Rock and roll dreams
Hey you. I know you people feel neglected but I've been busy. So
yeah lot's happened. Of that I'm sure. But nothing really comes to mind
when I'm confronted with describing them. So you're on your own. Make
something up. Have fun with it. Just kidding. Let's see. I'm quitting
school. Getting evicted. Had my first run in with a gas company
and bill. Babysat drunks. Rode in a subway. Ate sushi for the
first time. Stole a leather coat. Took a walk on Wall Street. Took a
walk down Broadway, then back up. Watched cartoons for hours. Got my
Zusy back from Idaho. Bought a python. Had a call from a
detective. Got coffee with a guy from London (he paid). Smoked a
pipe...didn't inhale  .
Been someones corner in boxing. Learned about wine. Played outside in a
thunderstorm. Hailed a cab. Walked to the river at 3 in the morning.
Got paid for being onstage in
a show. Lost a pillow fight. Got in an argument about subjective
reality. Puchased a Christmas cactus instead of a tree. Went to a nice
restaurant and just ordered coffee. Wasted $7 and two hours of my life
on a movie. Been told I'd make a hot vampire. Aqcuired the nickname
Spork. What have you done?
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| - Bankrupt on Selling
Okay change of plans I AM going
to NYC New York. Not only to the city but to Broadway. I have a ticket
to see Rent on Broadway at 8:00 pm Monday night. I love my roommate.
I'll be back on the 8th with a heckuva story to tell people. Unless I decide I like
it so much I'm staying...
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| Andi is now officially moved into her new apartment! It's wasn't official until I had a bed. Because I decided if you can't sleep in your house then you're not moved in yet. Me and Shaun have planned a shopping trip for tomorrow. He wants to buy an island for the kitchen. I would kinda dig a couch.
I'm SO excited for my trip to New York over the break. Utica may not be NYC. But it is a city in New York. So that's kinda like...CNY. Which isn't quite as catchy as NYC but anything is better than southern ohio. Seriously. But I'd have to admit southern ohio is looking better all the time now that I have my own place, my best guy friend is in the same country as me, and I have only one more final to endure. There are a few things that still need worked out. Suki needs to be in Ohio, I need a better job, and I wouldn't mind it if I had a car. But nobody's perfect. And I'm not close enough to worry about people wondering if I'm the exception to the rule. | | |
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