posted August 15, 2011 05:22 PM            

You love to serve and help others.
You can strut your stuff and like bling .You can dress and act to be seen at a party for example.
You are not a wall flower.

Your goal is your intellect and your spirit.

posted August 17, 2011 12:36 PM            

Normally I'm the type of person that if I like someone (not romantically just in general) I'll serve them in anyway I can. There is a lot of bravery and boldness in my character, but it won't come out right away to strangers.

With strangers, unless I get a good vibe from them I'm very quiet. I'm not good in a group of people I don't know.

If I am comfortable enough with the person I'm communicating with I will throw my ideas and thoughts out not minding one bit what they think of them.

I'm pretty passive and let a lot of things pass by until I think something is wrong. When I see an act of unjust my bravery comes out. I don't care if its a huge black man or a little kid I will give them the look of death (especially when I'm angry. I'm normally so pleasant and passive but when I get angry people get the hell out of the way. I own an argument.)

Yes, when I communicate it is very quick. Especially when I'm interested in the topic I'm talking about or who I'm talking with I talk so fast some times I need to repeat myself, not because you can't understand it but because I've just hit you with so much information that its difficult to take in. I have a beautiful way with words.

If you'd like a story,
My little sisters best friend killed himself in March. (He was a very very very sad scorpio ) When this happened they had many meetings for the kids who were friends with him. I got out of school early every day for duel enrollment but I stopped in for one of the meetings. When I walked in there were kids screaming everywhere. It was like a civil war had broken out in the room. There were about 30 kids all screaming for revenge of a jock who had the nerve to say the boy deserved his death. (obviously not right) But neither is revenge. I looked around the room disgusted with the reactions of the kids, so quick to jump to violence and I quickly took attention in the room. I started talking, and silenced everyone who was talking before me. (mind you I am a tiny girl, around 5'2 and 115 lbs.) I took command of the room and gave a fifteen minute speech off the top of my head telling them all how they should be ashamed, how this isn't how the boy wanted this to be handled and how to remember him for what he really was. A sweet little boy that wanted the world to stop fighting and smile. It worked because it was true. I exaggerate, not lie. But my speech was powerful enough that an English teacher told me she had four students telling her about it, telling her how moved they were and how their perspectives have changed. At the funeral that week a girl came up to me and grabbed my arm and looked at me and said "What you said in the counselor's office was amazing. I've never been so inspired."

And I think that was the greatest compliment I've ever recieved in my life.

Romance is always on my mind. When I get bored I start to think of whichever guy I'm trying to build a relationship with at the time. But I'm always self concious and self doubting. I do think about fun a lot too, because I don't see the point in stress, boredom, sadness, negative emotions. I try to make my life as happy as possible.

This doesn't mean I believe I can be happy all the time. I still feel a lot of hurt and sadness.

Growing up I was very wealthy, my parents were in love and everything was wonderful. I even loved my mom. Over time things got worse, they started fighting and divorced due to my dad being an alcoholic. Three years later my mom is engaged and I find out she had an affair on my dad for 6 years. That's when I started to hate her. She lied to me, to my face every time I asked her for the truth she lied. Things started getting worse. My dad became more and more depressed starting fights with me constantly to the point of brawling with each other. My mom became addicted to xanax and red wine making her a monster. She blew all my college money away, even though she makes a quarter mil a year. Sold my car without telling me the week of my job corps meeting and screwed all my chances of college (I haven't spoken to my mom in two months an I don't plan on it.)

All of the pain and sadness is in my memories. But in the present I'm making the best of everything. Things are really bad for me right now, but I'm surrounded by friends that are irreplaceable and I'm happier then ever continuing with my spiritual growth and knowledge.

I do enjoy serving others. Its weird but I LIKE doing things for other people. Mostly by problem solving for them. If someone comes to me with an issue I'll come up with the simplest and quickest solution I can, and It normally works.

Actually, I am quite the wallflower. It takes having some drinks in me to stop caring about what people think and how they're judging me.

BUT

In the privacy of the small people I trust I do flaunt. Especially boyfriends. If I reach the confidence and all of the comfort levels I'll strut my stuff around. Its always in private though.

With fashion I'm generally pretty plain, but fashionable girlish items always attract my eye. I always wish I could pull off such trends but they're too high maintenance for my lazyness to handle.

Intelligence and self acceptance are the most important things in life. (In my perspective, so yes you are right)

People don't normally like me at first. Or at least I never think they do. It takes people involintarily being around me for a while to realize I'm not half bad. If we become close enough they soon realize I'm the best friend they could ask for.

posted August 17, 2011 12:51 PM            

I was at a gas station and a black guy in a hoodie tried to take my purse. I wouldn't let him and I got cracked in the side of the head. For whatever reason, and I wasn't thinking, I wouldn't give up. He pistol whipped me in the side of the face six times before I let my bag go. I didn't cry once the entire time, and I was even making my friend who took me to the ER laugh with me about it the entire time. I knew what I did was stupid, but I couldn't help myself. I even got a hit or two in before he ran away. Obviously, next time I'm just giving my purse away.

(I'm okay I'm onto a quick recovery, just some stitches and a nasty black eye.)

posted August 17, 2011 01:10 PM            

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Originally posted by La_Keekla:
Another example of my brave and boldness would be my assault the other night.

I was at a gas station and a black guy in a hoodie tried to take my purse. I wouldn't let him and I got cracked in the side of the head. For whatever reason, and I wasn't thinking, I wouldn't give up. He pistol whipped me in the side of the face six times before I let my bag go. I didn't cry once the entire time, and I was even making my friend who took me to the ER laugh with me about it the entire time. I knew what I did was stupid, but I couldn't help myself. I even got a hit or two in before he ran away. Obviously, next time I'm just giving my purse away.

(I'm okay I'm onto a quick recovery, just some stitches and a nasty black eye.)

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Oh I am sorry Darling
What a thing to go through
I would have given him everything and asked if he wanted more

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