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Name: Trish Country: United States State: California Metro: Oceanside Birthday: 10/23/1985
Interests: God, Jesus Christ, Holy Ghost, XA, Cats, Criminal Justice, Action & Thriller Movies, SciFi Channel, Music, Art, Writing and Poetry
And a strong passion for Batman. He is the greatest super hero!!! Just ask me why and I'll let you know! Expertise: Being funny and weird, telling who a person is by their laugh, noticing everything, and helping people (when I feel like it! [just kidding]) I am an expert at spelling words wrong! Even the spell check gives up on me!!! I can also create vast worlds with my imagination! I also know a lot about The Batman...some might say too much but there is no such thing as too much Batman. Occupation: Other Industry: Government
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Member Since:
10/4/2005
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| What is love without risk? It is but an empty and dispassionate shell of what could have been... What is life without risk? It is a long and dead trail with no point in taking... What are dreams without risk? They are but dull, colorless images that haunt the soul... What is faith without risk? It is nothing but silent words on quiet paper...
Risk is what drives the human to seek the horizon. Risk is what drives the friends to search for a future. Risk is what drives the people to sieze peace. Risk is what drives the world to love the whole.
In everything there is a risk to behold... It is when you choose to risk it all that you truly find everything... For in us all is the one, small voice cheering us on... Demanding, not asking, for us to step over the line
Lines were drawn so that we know what to step over... Bounderies were made to be crossed... Rules were ment to be tested... Cages were ment to be shattered...
What is love without risk? What is life without risk? What are dreams without risk? What is faith without risk?
What indeed... | | |
| I hate Valentine's Day. Who in vented this crappy holiday anyway? Probably some love-crazed loser with nothing better to do. I mean it's like some freakin' heart-shaped nightmare. Candy hears here, ballon hearts there, pink and red hearts...Oh...I HATE hearts! And this Cupid guy flying around like some giant gnat in a loin cloth, takin' pot-shots at people with his little love arrows! What if people don't wanna be in love? How does this creep think he is, making people all ga-ga against their will? And the music!!! Do you hear that?!? I wanna puke when I hear that crap! Enough with the music already, puking over here, hello! GAWD THIS HOLIDAY MAKES ME SICK!!! Well have a happy February 14th, but not a happy Valentine's Day.... I HATE VALENTINE'S DAY!!! (I got that from an old America Greetings card. Not only is this true, but it's how I feel about this stupid holiday!) | | |
| Coming this January I would be single for seven years. Yeah that's right, Seven years... Siete años... Sieben Jahre... Zeven jaar... 7 年... OF FREEDOM!!! Seven years of not having to worry about how my hair looks for some guy. Seven years of not having to ask if it was okay to go hang out with the girls on a Saturday night. Seven years of not having to fight over some stupid thing or the same stupid thing. Yeah that's right seven years of pure single freedom. Grant it, I have had my heartbreak, my let downs, my break-downs. But that has only made me stronger and has helped me become the wonderful woman that I am. The friends I have made over the years I will always adore and the mistakes I have made I will always remember. (So as not to make them again!) I do not regret my mistakes over the past seven years, I take them and learn from them and become stronger from them. I do not regret missing out on dating. I do not regret missing out on getting married to the one I prayed that I would be married to, no, I'm much better off without him. I do not regret going to bed with no sweetie to tell me good night. I do not need someone to tell me how beautiful I am...I know this. I do not need someone to let me know when I am wrong...as rare as it is...I know this. I do not need someone to walk with me down a dark street, or any street for that matter, I am my own woman and can take care of myself. I do not need someone to pick up the check after the meal; I make my own money and can pay for it myself. I do not need someone to drive me around town, I have my own car. I do not need the approval of ANYONE; I was raised with the knowledge of right and wrong. I will not make an excuse for myself, I am who I am. I will not apologize for my actions, I am who I am. I will not give in to the weak mindedness of the majority, I am who I am. I will not back down from the fight, I am who I am. I will not put up with you, if you cannot handle me, I am who I am. I will not tolerate stupid, close-mined people, I am who I am. Just deal with it! I am a strong and independent woman and I don't care if I am single for another seven years! I have made my decision and I am following my dream. I have my own passions and my own pursuits. I will not give in or give away all that I have worked for because some man cannot or will not understand who I am, how I work and why I do the things I do. Their ignorance and stupidity will not be my cage. I am free and I love every second of it!!! | | |
| I'm am so excited to say that I have a tattoo of a guardian angel. The one thing that makes me laugh is almost all the girls that I have shown or tell about my tattoo about keeps telling me that I'm braver than they are, even my mom said that. But yeah, it was a fun road trip with my brother. But let me tell you this...as soon as I sat down for my tattoo I gave a very longing look for the door. I wanted to leave right then and there. But I know what my brother would have done and said. He would have grabbed me and tapped me down to the chair and said, "I am not going to drive over five hours just for you to sit there and run. You are going to get your tattoo!" Don't worry if I really didn't want to get the tattoo then I wouldn't have. Anyway, it hurt. But not as much as I thought that it would, it really wasn't all that bad. It hurt more when the tattoo guy went over to the right side. No one knows why but it will always hurt more on the right side more than the left. And that's why they always start on the left side, otherwise it just becomes unbareable. I didn't scream, squarim, cry, but I will tell you that I made some pretty good faces! It only lasted a little over an hour or so and it was pretty good. I don't think I'm gonna get any color put into it though. It looks good just the way it is!!! Well anyway it was a fun trip with my brother and with my best friend Brie. We also hooked up with another friend of mine, Jen Jacobs. It was a great day! I had a lot of fun! | | |
| OH MY GOD!!! People, please stop! I’m sorry to have upset you all, but I want you to know…Nothing happened...Nothing is wrong…I am okay!!! I was not feeling too happy and chipper that day. And I just wanted to vent. Yeah I know that my communication skills are lacking, but I don't care. I know how to communicate my feelings; it's just sometimes I prefer to write them down. I'm sorry and I strongly apologize if I had offended, worried, and/or scared anyone with this posting. Please just know that I prefer to write down my feelings rather than talking it out. For a few reasons...one; I don't usually get the response I want or need. Two; a lot of people don't understand how I work and why I do things like this. And three; it's just how I was raised. I know that last one is a bad one to say and that I can grow out of this habit, but I choose not to. Please understand that it's tough for me to express myself, this is something I was never really taught as a child. I love you all and I know that I am loved because of the reaction I have gotten from this. And please know that I didn't write it to "check and see" if my friends still cared about me. I know this! Again, I am sorry for this posting. I just write to get things off my chest. And if need be...I do talk it out, but I prefer to talk to my mom or dad. They know me the best and I value their opinion the most. And yes I have talked to my mother and father and I’m okay. One of the main reasons for this posting was because I hadn’t been getting enough rest. I have only had one day off per work week for the last month or so. Also, my back was hurting me in such a way that if I slept in any other position other than on my back my arms would fall asleep. And I move in my sleep so I couldn’t control it so I would wake up with intense pain shooting through my arms. I am so sorry and continue to deeply apologize. This is not what I intended to happen when I wrote these things. I just needed to vent. Next time I vent I’ll make sure to let everyone know since there is no such thing as freedom of speech. Again, I am sorry. | | |
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