First things first. Punk isn't about having studded jackets and mohawks, it's not about piercings and tattoos. Those are all very cool, stylish accommodations, but that's not what makes a punk. It's about the music and a way of thinking. It's a way of life. So it's okay to go to church, or wear wal mart clothes, or enjoy watching romantic comedies (yuck). Punks generally like sporting such fashion, bad attitude, and hobbies because that's the kind of people they are, they were that way before they looked it. As long as you know what the fuck you're talking about when you say, call yourself, or others a punk, you can do, say, dress, act like what ever fucking way you want, just stay true to the music and mind set.
We're not dead.
Okay okay, enough of that shit, eh?
Now on to the talking about me part... Not my favorite subject, but here goes...
At first I'm quiet and shy with a firm hand shake, but once you get to know me I'm loud, obnoxious, neurotic, cynical, silly, funny, hyper, witty, smart, corny, angry, and a tad insane.
Let's see here..... I'm seventeen, born and raised in Colorado, the most beautiful place in the world, but now I'm living in Kansas because my husband is stationed here at Ft. Riley. That's right, you didn't mis read. Seventeen - married - Ft. Riley army post, I've also got a little boy.
I'm not like those other military wives with the blond hair, dark roots, pulled back in a tight ass pony tail, wearing a whinnie the pooh sweater with straight blue jeans, driving a jeep grand cherokee... *vomits a little bit in the mouth and has to swallow it*
Bleh, no. I'm a punk rock mama, martini sipping military wife. We'll leave it at that.
Anywho, I'm an artist of many sorts (Drawing, writing, painting, sculpting, etc.). I like reading. Jhonen Vasquez is my favorite. I used to play to play bass and guitar, but I'm not very motivated these days... my hands get all stiff and... Long story.
One thing that is on my nerve at this very moment is emo kids. I. Fucking. Hate. Emo kids...
The only thing I hate more than an emo kid is an emo kid that doesn't know or denys the cold hard embarrassing fact they're emo and is trying to convince me or have me convince them that they're hard core. Just fucking shut up, emo kid, you're emo! Go get a stupid hair cut or take a knife to your wrist... Be careful not to get blood on your little sister's jeans though, she might beat you up.
You know, I wish my lawn was emo, so it would cut itself.
I always feel better when, on occasion, I see a ballsy emo kid show his face at a show. I just shove his scrawny ass in the mosh pit and dive in after him. EEEH! I'm filled with girlish excitement just thinking about it.
If you want to get to know me better just ask.
AIM: Hiblins
MSN: From_Your_Nightmares @hotmail.com
If you want to be my friend, then talk to me damn it! I don't want to be included in this stupid 'I have 103 friends!' 'Well, I have 104 friends!!' shit! Yeah, do you ever talk to them, DO YOU EVEN KNOW THEIR NAMES?!?
Have a wonderful fuckin' day.
