For some reason I think my purpose in life is to match people: friends, couples, soul mates: by personality, and let them come together by themselves (with a little help from me). Maybe that's only what I want my purpose to be. I don't know. I don't know if you, as the reader, care; but I just told you.

Achievements:

-Good conduct

-Overseas Service

-Overseas Deployment

-Navy/Marine Corps

Achievement award

-Humanitarian Assistance

-National Defense Service Medal

-Pistol Marksman ribbon

-Shellback Certificate

-Petty Officer Second Class Frocking Letter

-Petty Officer Third Class Frocking Letter

-Top Graduate BECC "A" School Award

-Boot Camp Division Honor Recruit

-Coxswain certificate

-Tageson Maritime Oil Spill Response Member

-10k Forklift certification

-Flying Squad Firefighter

-Flight Deck Firefighter

Hopes:

-Being published like all the authors on my shelf

-Get my life more organized

-Listen to more vinyl

-Get my typewriter in running order

-Maintain 3.0+ GPA for transfer

Memories:

-Five and a half years as a Diesel Engineman

-Three years in Japan, visiting Thailand, Indonesia, Brunei, Korea, the Philipines, Cambodia, Australia, Malaysia, and Singapore.

-Two and a half in Greece, visiting Italy and Germany

-A career full of helping others

I was shy and scared and small,

So I put it in my hair.

The bright and glowing color,

Keeps away those that wouldn't

Deserve me.

I was lost and damn confused,

So I put it on my phone.

A reminder every moment

That it's who I want to be--

Just like that color.

I'm uninteresting, plain--

But only at first glance.

Look below my average icy eyes

And you'll find lava, cardinals--

Blood.

When I wear it, I feel taller,

I feel like I can rule the world--

And to see this color

Everywhere,

I remind myself--

I can.

It no longer is someone that

I want to be, I look up to--

It's no longer a dream.

It's just me. It's become me.

What's next?

It is everything

Yet it is nothing

Beautiful

Yet bleak

A world in chaos

Or the universe at peace

My eyes are trined to the keyboard, nocking out words trying to be as fast as my mind conjersess them. most words I see as lines crossing the board and some are just a muddle because I don't now how to spell them. or I forget hidden one that you don't sound iout. my fingures try to keep to keep up but sometimes they don't and miss words out out, or maybe just a letter. but I know I always go back and re-read and ecit but now I can't so I give you me-- Fully uncenc ered, unedited mess of a me, laied bare for youall to see.

......

I was once a lonely girl that didn't know much about the world and actually I am still that same girl

But I have a feeling that one day I will get to travel and actually understand what it means to marvel at a sunrise so beautiful but still not care about because of the person sitting next to me

One day I will grow up and be so sure of myself and know that where I am now doesn't mean a thing

As for now here I am the same lonely little girl waiting and wishing with the world sitting in her hands

i watched as my hands slowly turned blue... the cold was agianozing and painful. sometimes, when it we this bad, I covered up the holes in my house with the few spare blankets I had, but then I had to sleepin the floors my teeth chattered, and it sounded like I just might freeze to death, but I reminded myself that I never did, and that even when it was colder than this, u did not freeze to death. I waited as the sun slowly rose above the horizon, and it's warmth bathed down on me, a blanket:? I sighed in relief and snuggled down on the hard floor as the sun warmed me. the wind had stopped; the utterly freezing wind that could have killed me. the sync my savior filtered through the one window in my one, griny window "well!" u said, and thre up my hands, "now that that is over, I can take off these blankets, and actually get some sleep." yes'm, that was my winter: sleeping during that day, and staying awake during the cold nights. I was starving, and I knew that I would have to get foods, but for now I was too tired to think of that's. when u worked it saw dark and cold again, so I had to put the blankets through the homeschool and endure the long night again. the next mirnung I woke up and decided that I had to get food for my tummy was fresking. the streets were a dangerous place, that I knew; but I had not been killed yet or kidnapped at anything. when I got into the streets, they bustled with people, hooded peopled colorful peopled all kinds of people. some peoples though glared at my from under their eyes, annoyed at my presences or just deciding about how they should kill mes inspired away and walked up to a meat stands the man at the stand was big and Butkus and he looked down at me liked he loathed me., "what da you want?" he growlers. "just some meatcl I replied. "deer, olease," I replied. "well, what kind of meat?@ the men askers "deer!0 i asks again. "5)-5/ what u said that fies time!" the man handed me a slab of meat, and held out his hand. lay,? he said. I have him some coins, and he

(had to stop there.)

Lost little boxman

Without a place to call home

Lonely little boxman

Without a family of his own

Broken little boxman

Wandering around in the rain

Listen little boxman

Happiness is yours to obtain

Come little boxman

Into the confectionery store

Eat little boxman

There is always room for one more

Like, seriously, guys! You can't tell anybody! I tell people that I'm a truck driver, when in reality I'm an alien sent here to do xenobiological and xenopsychological tests on the mating of your species. I do these tests as much as possible. . .

Lol, sorry guys. I couldn't help myself! That was just too much fun a person should be allowed to have!