This means I'm one of the Halloween Painters, one of the Halloween Poets, and one of the Donors of Art and I am one of the Saint Valentine Poets.

You know how sometimes after there has been a change in your life you feel like a different person? Well Ever sine the Summer of 2007 I've been goinmg through a lot of changes and this time around I felt like chaning something and it just so happened to be my profile. Next it will probably be my hair...I guess I should stop ranting and get on to explaining myself..

I'm 17 about to move across the country in another two months for college in Utah. I'm liberal, a vegetarian, both a philantropist and a misanthrope...I don't appreciate having cat calls made at me and I've made mistakes and just because I might have done something in the past doesn't mean I'll do it now...aka NO CYBERING AND NO STRIPPING ON WEBCAM.

I'm genuine, cat-like, strange, abnormal, flexible, honest, confused, overcoming heart break, determined and admitably damaged...my two best friends are on this sight they go by [poetgirl] and [crowdel] here on elftown.

i'm VERY imperfect and a nerd/dork/poetry geek. But I'm also malleable and strong when I am needed to be. I'm willing to do almost anything for a true friend, especially since I've learned it is hard to find them. Hence my love of Andy and Laura.

Anyone whose seen my page befor eknows there is a lot about the world I don't like and wish would change, but I know it will either never happen or be a very long time before it is.

The quiz below says I'm an Angel, but I'm not...I'm a human...a damaged messed up beyond reason human...I try to be as altruisitc as possible and I love to help people but I'm fucked up...and insane.
boredom leads to quiz taking.
<table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'><tr><td></td><td> You scored as Angel. Angel: Angels are the guardians of all things, from the smallest ant to the tallest tree. They give inspiration, love, hope, and positive emotion. They live among humans without being seen. They are the good in all things, and if you feel alone, don't fear. They are always watching. Often times they merely stand by, whispering into the ears of those who feel lost. They would love nothing more then to reveal themselves, but in today's society, this would bring havoc and many unneeded questions. Give thanks to all things beautiful, for you are an Angel

An Example of my poetry. I wrote this for my dead cat it was a project I had to do last year in Spanish class its based on the poem Ausencia-which means Missing, and my poem is Mi Ausencia, so my missing.

Mi Ausencia
Un noche tu estabas de aqui
Y el proximo manana fuiste pasado.
Tu has muerto alli.

Recuerdo como tus ojos eran amarillos
que la luz de la comodida de la oscuridad
del noche cuando yo era nina.
Tambien, recuerdo el metodo tu frotias
En mi pierna cuando yo fui triste o
Cuando tu fuiste feliz.

Tu me escuchabas cuando tenia un problema
Y nunca me juzcaste.
Tu eras mi mejor amiga y companera.
Estoy seguro que cuando yo me muero,
Nos encontraremos otra vez.

yeah no accents i know and grammer issues are their somewhere..