Hello! My name is Anna, I am 22 years old, and live in Oregon. Currently I'm a bit of a freelance jewelry maker and designer. My tools of the trade include: 6 different kinds of pliers, precious metal wire (and not so precious wire), beads (gl, bone, you name it), clasps, and flush cutters. I haven't been doing it long, but I've been told I have something of a talent for it. My favorite tools to work with are my round nose pliers, and I like working with silver wire the most, but copper is a close second. As for those interested in getting to know me, feel free to message me, however if I feel uncomfortable, I won't hesitate to delete it. I'm not looking for sex, and I'm not looking for any sort of relationship besides friendship. I'd be mighty grateful if you didn't press me, and another heads up, I don't text, or give out my phone number. That is just something I am not comfortable with. As for my facebook, I may or may not give it out to you. I don't have Yahoo messenger. I have AIM, Windows Live, and that's about it. Me and yahoo have never gotten along. The music I love is about everything besides country, and gangster rap. A few of the bands I like are Muse, Volbeat, Jack's Mannequin, Nightmare Of You, Bright Eyes, System of a Down, Scars on broadway, Shiny Toy Guns, Enya, Ok Go, Weezer, Golgo Bordello, Innerpartysystem, and much, much more. Basically, if there's something I don't like listening to it, you'll know it, sometimes I have no idea how some of this stuff gets onto my iPod. I am a cigarette smoker. I know it's bad for me, and I know it's messing with my lungs. Drinking I very rarely indulge myself. Aside from that I'm a sort of squeaky clean person. As for animals, I love 'em. I have my two cats, and sheep, as well as goats. I'm not an animal freak, but I do like them. I am a cooking freak. I LOVE to cook and bake. I'm always willing to learn how to make things I've never tried before. I can cook around anything, as long as I get a recipe. I also like to play around with food, see what I can come up with. Religiously, I'm very easy going. I don't care what god, goddesses, or any other things you may worship. That's what you want to do, and that's alright. I am Christian, but that's never stopped me from making friends with people with a different belief system. Keep that in mind, please don't try to press your ideals on me, and I won't do it to you. Also, I don't accept friend requests from completely random people. :( If you'll take the time to read my profile, or you take the time to message me or get to know me through messages, that's fine. Feel free to send me a message as long as it's not, "Hey there sexy" Or "I want to be friends" The second being a first message. :/ :) ----------------------------- Illness burning behind the eyes, words spoken and peppered with lies, the blight is spreading tinted with sighs, and I seem to sink under the surface. Events moving forward they're on a roll, ugly little secrets taking the toll, the illness is staining my soul, slipping under the water into delirium. Depression is stronger then before, shaking mentally down to the core, I don't think I want to know anymore, and I shall live in ignorance. Isn't it pretty the edges are dull, cowering away from a future untold, is it a treasure that has so much gold, or is it a breathless night? The time rolls on, the season pes, preaching to the world and it's mes, give me a pair of rose colored gles, because the world looks terrible to me. People are screaming out their curses, what is the one single purpose? Hiding in silence or in the churches? I don't know if I want to hear the answer. Bloody valentine dear to my heart, I don't know if we can ever be apart, should have kept quiet from the start. Because I regret those words. As odd as it is I'm very delicate, even for the problems that aren't relevant, burning my bridges just for the hell of it, but I'm hiding in myself. Knives cut deep and I'm bleeding, while inwardly I'm secretly seething, can't someone stop the breathing, of the pain in the sinner's souls? Let me scream out my love to the crowd, gotta make sure it's heard and loud, and I found I couldn't make a sound, a monster hidden behind my eyes. People working for pointless pay, and when they speak they have nothing to say, in a matter of fact make them go away, I like my little niche with myself. Screaming and breaking the bonds, I wonder if it's alright hide then be gone, maybe for the hell of it I'll sing a song, that hides the pretty lies. Touching the surface of a person, falling in love and being in prison, I'm not well and now I'm on a mission, and I think it's just for me. People living without a care, to me it's not very fair, but I can't help and stop and stare, because I feel alien to this world. Love is a fickle lover, and I move on and find another, but perhaps he'll feel like a brother, and I'm grappling with reality. People are sad so they are maddening, people are angry so they are saddening, in this life I feel as a blasphemy, so fickle and angry, that's the fun of life. And yet it's peaceful when you feel gone, and you don't know if you'll be gone long, and it's alright because I sang the last song, so bury me in the earth. But this is how it goes, even in past, and the good times seem to hardly last, and now I've found that I have been cast, into Oblivion. I need a place to rest my eyes, I need a place to hide the lies, and I need to stay away from the sighs, of lost lovers. -----------------------------