Derp! Anyways, here's some pictures of the stuff I make:

Haha, I would absolutely love that. The thing that's the most frustrating in that would be, 'Oh, I'll be happy with anything you make.' It's like, "No! I need some help, because there's so many different things I could cook!"

I mean, I know people who would rather spend money then do something simple. But I don't know, a walk around here during the summer would be loads of fun, maybe going to the lake, swim and BBQ.

It's also super fun, because if they don't know and want to learn how to make a dish, they can help me. Teaching cooking is so much fun, especially for a date.

But truly, you don't need to spend a single cent to have a wonderful date!

Well, that's what my head and heart are telling me. There's this excited buzz in the back of my head that tells me that perhaps I'm actually ready for some sort of relationship. Of course, this doesn't mean I should, but maybe? It's been a while since I've been comfortable with someone enough to even ask them out, but I did it a couple of days ago, and I sort of shocked myself when I asked said person out to a movie.

Basically, the last couple relationships lasted a couple weeks at most, I found that I was being pressured, and I wasn't as into them, as they seemed to think I was. Of course, one was quite a bit younger then I am, the other a friend who has always been into me.

But during that time my mind was going, "Hey Anna, you probably shouldn't be getting into this." Of course, I didn't listen and bam, a mess was born.

I've found I'm the type of girl who likes to get to know a man or woman before I really think about getting any sort of romantic intimacy with them, as before I'd rush into a relationship and be destroyed when a terrible relationship fell apart.

I've also been slowly discovering stuff about me, I don't drink (or very rarely, I should say), I don't do any sort of drugs. When going out I dress semi-conservative, I never wear skirts, for example. I sometimes wear make up, but that's very rare. I like also having time to myself for working on my hobbies, like my wire jewelry, and my cooking passion.

There also used to be the terrible complication of BPD (borderline personality disorder), which gave me a distorted look on relationships, I used to put up with a lot of crap I didn't need to, and now, I don't, so really, I'm slowly getting better.

So, now let me get into this: How can you tell when you are single, and actually ready to mingle? What tells you you are ready? Is it a certain feeling? Is it a certain word you realize you use? A habit?

The thing to me, is that I would rather have a very good friend then the potential of ruining a relationship.

But it's good she's been honest when you asked, some people might lie to make the situation look lighter and easier then it really is.

I only call this into attention because that you are both worried about loosing the relationship already established to some degree. I would have to agree with Spidercmb, if you are unable to be her friend, you need to tell her.

BUT, keep in mind if you present her with this information, it may spur some negative feelings.

If you can be friends, truly, then be friends and try and pull away the pressure you may be placing on her. You may not realize you are putting it on her, but you may be.

Personally, I'd get that last picture rotated correctly, and I think it's overall a pretty good profile, you just need to wait, take your time, post on the forums, and just have fun.

Wrote two new poems within the last week or so, so yeah. These are pretty depressing, but I like how they turned out.

Let's start with 'The life I could have led'
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Beautiful star filled romantic nights,
leave happiness in their stead,
but alas my friends, my loves,
this is not the life I have led.
A harsh reality governed by Time,
I have no part in the making or plans,
This life I desire with all of me,
would be a lovely and joyful dance.
But alas my friends,
as I break and need to mend,
False memories and needs bite,
and it was my soul that bled.
Dreams which pain me,
sink into the dull life I lead,
soft whispers of desire,
of the life I cannot see.
Rock washed from earth,
bones left barren and dry.
Live again, soaked with despair and love,
from the oceans I will cry.
In time I will die.
Reality says I'll be alone,
a figment of false memories,
of the one I'd call my own.
And life will go on,
Time you can trust.
Misery and sorrow fade,
Love and joy is a must.
A fear as Time passes,
I'll slowly fade away,
dreaming of the life I want,
perhaps it shall come that day.
But sadly, my friends,
it shall not come to pass,
sorrow coated pills on my tongue,
make the misery last.
When I die, if I may ask,
lower me into the sea,
down into the depths,
the beat of the world into me.
Now, my loves and my friends,
lay me down to sleep.
Ask nothing from death,
but a quick release.
Cry inwardly with strife,
from the tears I have shed,
regret bends my spine,
from the life I could have led.
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Now, here's the messed up poem, read it, then read the comments below it.
Little light of mine.
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Hush, little light of mine,
don't shine so bright.
Or the demons will find you,
as you are sleeping at night.
Don't cry, little light of mine,
I won't love you to death.
Be quiet and hush,
before the demons take your breath.
Oh, don't sob little light of mine,
stifle your cries.
Close your eyes and sleep,
and listen as the world dies.
Stop shaking little light of mine,
or in the morning you'll ache.
You need to calm yourself,
or we'll cry in your wake.
I beg, stop screaming little light of mine,
I know it can hurt,
but you need to stop,
before the whole world burns.
I cry, stop the fear little light of mine,
You're scaring me so much.
I collapse on myself,
at the lightest of touch.

Stop making me hurt you light of mine,
I've got an illness in my mind.
Please run away,
before I look past the mask I'm behind.
Please, stop making me hit you light of mine,
I promise I'll never do it again,
don't tell a soul,
or I'll kill all your friends.
Stop breathing little light of mine,
I can't take this anymore,
I'll choke the life out of us both,
and it's shaking me to the core.

Wake up, little light of mine.
Why aren't you breathing right now?
I promise I'll stop,
I'll scream it out loud.
Oh God, little light of mine,
what have I done?
I've killed the only joy in my world.
I need to get a gun.

I'm so lonely, little light of mine,
all alone in this cell.
They called it murder,
but you know I love you well.

Look, little light of mine.
Can you see the poison?
They'll shoot in my viens.
I can't run.

I'm so tried, little light of mine.
I'm strapped to this table,
waiting for my death,
And I don't think I'll be able,
to see what I did wrong.
It was love, little light of mine,
and I broke you first,
then myself.
And I got what I deserved.

Now I'm dead, little light of mine.
And here we are again,
but now I'm well,
and we can begin again.

It's the end, little light of mine,
let's sing until the end of time.
Now we're in Hell,
and it's almost the final line.

Sush, it was a secret, little light of mine.
They all knew you were ill.
But I'm the only one,
who knew you were terminal.

They didn't know, little light of mine,
that you begged me until I broke,
to kill you quick,
before the illness was the only one who spoke.
I'll love you forever, little light of mine,
my lover, my wife,
the one who drove me mad,
and I died with strife.
But, little light of mine,
I'll adore you forever again,
but now it's time,
for us to begin again.
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Now I read it, and I know what it's about. A man, who dearly, DEARLY loves his wife, who is diagnosed with a terminal illness.

She begins to get sicker, and sicker. None of their friends know she's terminal, he's only one. She makes a show of being healthy, even though it only makes her weaker.

Near the end, she starts to beg him to kill her. He loves her so much, he can't say no after she keeps it up. She asks him to beat her to death, so she can realize pain past the constant in her life.

He's sentenced to death after the trial. And he told not a soul that SHE was the one who made him do it.

The illness he's speaking about, isn't mental. It's love. Pure and simple. Love can make you sick. Love can make you a murderer. Love, can corrupt, and can be used against you. Love, oh sweet and terrible love, can be the death of us.
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Yes, those are my new ones.

Haha, those take FOREVER to make. XD; The only thing on those I didn't make myself is the lobster clasp I use for them! They are surprisingly durable, and super fun to make once you get the hang of twisting the wire. :P

Well, when I go grocery shopping, I look at prices, and I consider which one is cheapest, and I usually end up buying that way. I don't shop at expensive stores unless it's a special occasion. (YAY ROSS)

So honestly, I don't see why anyone would think that spending more money means more fun.

Like, if I want to go out with someone, I'd offer to make dinner for me and the man or woman, as going out to dinner is expensive! That and I love cooking.

So I'd have to say you took the wrong person. Fun doesn't need to cost a cent, heck, I'd have fun on a date if we went to the park or something.

Now, I'm not precisely what one would call a 'starving artist', as I'm slowly beginning to build up popularity in the small town I live in. However, I must admit, wire bending is something I truly enjoy, as I am a jewelry freak. It's awesome, because now instead of going to a shop and buying an expensive piece of jewelry, I can make it myself depending on what colors I want to go with.

So the fun part is mixing and matching beads with wire, or gemstones with wire colors, I could seriously go on, and on about this passion of mine.

Currently I'm working on a summer collection of jewelry, ranging from a mix and match earring set, to bracelets, and a couple necklaces. The summer collection hasn't been released yet, but I'm pretty excited with it, and I wanted to share my passion.

SO, Here's some of my works, as I figure I should actually share what I make:



8U SO, does anyone else like making jewelry? I'm going into learning how to set gemstones into rings and a few other things.

Well, here's my thought on the entire situation:

I have been in your friend's situation, and honestly, I had a special relationship with one of my guy friends. We could talk about everything, we could be affectionate, and yes, we did love one another. However, I didn't want to take the chance, I didn't want to loose our special relationship, as it was dear to me.

Basically, he started to push the relationship aspect, and it was hard to think about it when I was told how much I was loved, and how much I was needed. Don't get me wrong, terribly romantic and loving, but I was absolutely terrified of loosing that relationship.

The crappy part is that I did, in fact, lose that relationship. It didn't work out, and... Yeah.

I know you care about her, and you love her, but it's the matter that she needs to decide if she's truly willing to take that risk or not. It's a hard choice, I had to make it and it was hard to see this relationship transform before my eyes.

Just let her think about it, let her consider if she's really willing to take that risk, and if she's not... She's not.

Got some new beads today, I'm very excited to work with them. :)

Haha, we have a few bead shops around here, I've found some lovely beads there, for really cheap.

Now, I don't mean just bending it for the heck of it, I mean... Craft something out of plain wire, it could be with beads, it could be something as a wire heart, I just wonder if I'm the only one who has a passion for making wire jewelry.


These are my most recent earrings. I made them, and couldn't bare to part with them, I adore them, they are so pretty. Heavy, but pretty. :)

Fun part about this whole thing, is that I've actually opened an etsy shop. I have entirely too much fun working with wire, making pendants, bracelets, about anything you can think of.

:P Anyone have an obsession with this as bad as I do? Me, beads, pliers and wire are my best friends.

HELLO, EVERYONE.

I know, it's like I'm back from the dead! (Been starting a shop with hand made jewelry, plus college, plus... Many things, my sincerest apologies for not being on in ages)

ANYWAYS. New poem, titled 'Little light of mine'.
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Hush, little light of mine,
don't shine so bright.
Or the demons will find you,
as you are sleeping at night.
Don't cry, little light of mine,
I won't love you to death.
Be quiet and hush,
before the demons take your breath.
Oh, don't sob little light of mine,
stifle your cries.
Close your eyes and sleep,
and listen as the world dies.
Stop shaking little light of mine,
or in the morning you'll ache.
You need to calm yourself,
or we'll cry in your wake.
I beg, stop screaming little light of mine,
I know it can hurt,
but you need to stop,
before the whole world burns.
I cry, stop the fear little light of mine,
You're scaring me so much.
I collapse on myself,
at the lightest of touch.

Stop making me hurt you light of mine,
I've got an illness in my mind.
Please run away,
before I look past the mask I'm behind.
Please, stop making me hit you light of mine,
I promise I'll never do it again,
don't tell a soul,
or I'll kill all your friends.
Stop breathing little light of mine,
I can't take this anymore,
I'll choke the life out of us both,
and it's shaking me to the core.

Wake up, little light of mine.
Why aren't you breathing right now?
I promise I'll stop,
I'll scream it out loud.
Oh God, little light of mine,
what have I done?
I've killed the only joy in my world.
I need to get a gun.

I'm so lonely, little light of mine,
all alone in this cell.
They called it murder,
but you know I love you well.

Look, little light of mine.
Can you see the poison?
They'll shoot in my viens.
I can't run.

I'm so tried, little light of mine.
I'm strapped to this table,
waiting for my death,
And I don't think I'll be able,
to see what I did wrong.
It was love, little light of mine,
and I broke you first,
then myself.
And I got what I deserved.

Now I'm dead, little light of mine.
And here we are again,
but now I'm well,
and we can begin again.

It's the end, little light of mine,
let's sing until the end of time.
Now we're in Hell,
and it's almost the final line.

Sush, it was a secret, little light of mine.
They all knew you were ill.
But I'm the only one,
who knew you were terminal.

They didn't know, little light of mine,
that you begged me until I broke,
to kill you quick,
before the illness was the only one who spoke.
I'll love you forever, little light of mine,
my lover, my wife,
the one who drove me mad,
and I died with strife.
But, little light of mine,
I'll adore you forever again,
but now it's time,
for us to begin again.
-------------------------------------------
Now I read it, and I know what it's about. A man, who dearly, DEARLY loves his wife, who is diagnosed with a terminal illness.

She begins to get sicker, and sicker. None of their friends know she's terminal, he's the only one. She makes a show of being healthy, even though it only makes her weaker.

Near the end, she starts to beg him to kill her. He loves her so much, he can't say no after she keeps it up. She asks him to beat her to death, so she can realize pain past the constant in her life.

He's sentenced to death after the trial. And he told not a soul that SHE was the one who made him do it.

The illness he's speaking about, isn't mental. It's love. Pure and simple. Love can make you sick. Love can make you a murderer. Love, can corrupt, and can be used against you. Love, oh sweet and terrible love, can be the death of us.

Hello and welcome to Mingle2!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZIzJUrViY4

Pitterpat - Erin McCarley

Like the pics. Also the blurb. Though in my honest opinion, I wouldn't put my IM info on my profile, because I get hits from people I DO NOT want knowing that information.

I would want a guy who I could just talk to. Something causal, I suppose. Funny is also nice. A nerd or a fisherman gets extra points.

:)

Rob Swire - Lead singer of Pendulum

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zENtEumtyBI
Their song titled: The Other Side