<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981503905183778857</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:15:25.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About me:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentdelight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981503905183778857/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentdelight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Violent Delight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08693680839293248867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981503905183778857.post-5068510588999185955</id><published>2007-07-27T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T03:35:37.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;fieldset style="border:1px solid black; width:400;"&gt;&lt;legend&gt;About me:&lt;/legend&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV id=scroll3 style="OVERFLOW: auto; WIDTH: 375px; HEIGHT: 195px;border:none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna break it down to the basics first. &amp; This is as simple as it can get.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey :]. I'm Ashley Nichole Hensley but my friends call me Ashmo/Ash-Heezie. I have a vagina, which makes me a girl. I was born November 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; 1988 in Beckley; West Virginia. As of now I'm jobless, but I will be working at Advance Auto Parts &amp; a tattoo shop in Lexington. I currently reside in Jackson; Kentucky. It's a small boring town, you never want to visit. I'm partly Mexican; Indian; &amp; Irish. I'm 5'7 &amp; I'll never grow. I'm here for friends &amp; fun only! I have a wonderful boyfriend in which I wouldn't trade for the world. I'm straight but act gay. I'm agnostic. I don't smoke but I do drink. I want kids one day. &amp; I'm currently in high school.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here comes the fun part.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="300"color="88d8cb"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've grown, I've learned several things. Life is full of disappointments &amp; people you trusted will sooner or later let you down. I've learned that often those you love will love someone else &amp; there's only one way to fall; fast &amp; hard. I've learned that out of thousands of smiles, it takes one to touch your heart. I've found that words can be deceiving, but the truth always lies in a person's eyes. I've learned that everything can change in the blink of an eye &amp; tears often come without invitation. I've learned crying can make us stronger &amp; there is never too much love to go around. I've learned that prejudice helps no one &amp; that weapons don't hurt people, people hurt people. I've learned sticks &amp; stones may leave cuts and bruises but harsh words leave scars. I've found that every time you give someone a piece of your heart, it's a piece that you will never get back. I've learned the past is meant to be put behind us &amp; we can't dwell on regrets, for what's done is done. I've learned that trusting yourself is the first step &amp; that forgiving is remembering that helps your own heart more then theirs. I've found that family isn't always blood &amp; everyone is someone's hero. I've learned life is unexpected &amp; that God may actually be real. I've learned some things aren't meant to be understood &amp; that only time heals. I've found that imagination is our greatest gift &amp; that we are meant to dream for a reason. I've learned it is never too late to fall in love &amp; that being "beautiful" is all on the inside. Mistakes are our best teachers &amp; everything happens for a reason. Only then can you live life to it's full &amp; true potential.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="300"color="88d8cb"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a fucked up childhood. To be honest, I wouldn't even consider it a childhood. When I was little I was beaten, molested, homeless, an emotional wreck. My family was on drugs, we were always moving around, there was always a fight, we couldn't even be in the same room longer than an hour. I lost my little sister, my dad was never there, mom was always at work, grandma didn't understand anything, my father figure (my uncle) died. You know. I've probably seen more stuff than most adults. I've probably had it rough than most. But I sit down &amp; think that there's someone out there that has it a lot more rough than what I ever did, &amp; they have to deal with it. Knowing this, it's made me a better person. I know that I've came from a bad family &amp; lifestyle, but look at me now. I'm better than most of the people out there. Yeah, I know it's kind of conceited/arrogant to say you're better than someone. But some people are. Because they've been through hell all of their life &amp; they still manage to be a wonderful person &amp; make something of theirselves. I just hope &amp; pray to God that the people who had/have it worse than I ever did make it through. Because the only way you get live the good times it make it through the bad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="300"color="88d8cb"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a slut because I'll wear shorts &amp; a tanktop, I'm anorexic because I eat as much as I want &amp; don't gain weight, I'm a bitch because I don't let you push me around, I'm a liar because I won't tell you everything, I'm stupid because sometimes I'm wrong, I'm ugly because my face isn't perfect, I'm a whore because I like boys, I'm annoying because I'm not chill enough, I'm a loser because I'm not friends with your group, I use people because I do what's best for me, I'm fake because most of the time I'm happy, I'm weird because I'm not like you, I'm controlling because I get mad sometimes, I'm clingy because I like to be around people, I'm greedy because I like to be satisfied, I'm naive because I'm younger than you, I'm conceited because I'm proud of who I am, I'm rude because my manners aren't perfect, I'm unappreciative because I don't praise you. Don't try to tell me who I am because I already know.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="300"color="88d8cb"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My appearance has nothing to do with who I am, how I act, what I believe in, or my personality. Yeah, I wear mostly black, so what? It doesn't mean I'm gothic, or emo. It doesn't mean that I'm a negative person, or a depressed person. I don't even believe in labels, so don't stereotype me. As far as that goes, most people feel the need to call me a poser. But I'm far from that. Sure, I wear clothes from Wal-Mart, the dollar store, Hot Topic, American Eagle &amp; places like that, but that doesn't make me a poser. A poser is someone who tries to be something they'll never be. I know who I am, so why would I want to be any different? I'll wear what I want, what I like, what looks good on me, what feels comfortable &amp; I'm not going to let these little labels tell me I can't. I'm just me, if you don't like the way I dress then leave :]. People find me intimidating &amp; unapproachable. I have a lot of piercings, 79 to be exact. &amp; I have 7 tattoos. Oh I do all my piercings by myself &amp; my best friend does my tattoos. Big fucking deal. It's not like I worship Satan or anything. I don't even believe in Satan (don't even preach to me about this). Basically what I'm trying to get across here is that you shouldn't judge me by how I look, because trust me, first impressions are mostly wrong. I'm generally a happy, outgoing person. Don't let my appearance tell you otherwise.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="300"color="88d8cb"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lyricist &amp; a poet. In my spare/free time I write lyrics (songs) &amp; poetry. I also write stories, &amp; I'm working on a book of my own. I'm a vocalist in a band. Yeah, we're not famous or anything. We don't even have a damn MySpace page, but that's about to change very soon. I can match up to any female voice, &amp; still have my own original singing voice. Don't let my accent fool you though. I also play the guitar (I'm still learning) &amp; I play the piano. I can't read tabs, chords, or any kind of musical notes. I play on what I hear, &amp; trust me, I'm pretty damn good at it. While on this subject, I can't take directions either, I go by sight &amp; what I've seen before. I'm weird, I know, but life goes on I suppose.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="300"color="88d8cb"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People call me fake. As in those pictures I have aren't of me, but indeed they are. I have proof, if you want it; just ask. I'm not ashamed of who I am, &amp; I don't think I would steal pictures from someone else because that's kind of gay. Also, because you don't see someone, it doesn't mean they aren't there, or real. You don't see air, but you feel it, &amp; you hear it. I'm not sure where I'm going with this paragraph besides yeah, trying to get the point across that I'm not fake. I have signs &amp; videos for those who don't believe me. That's the end of that subject. Let's move on, shall we?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="300"color="88d8cb"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in shape, but I'm not bragging on my looks. I know that I'm skinny, but I have meat on my bones. I know that I'm pretty, but I'm far from beautiful. I've played many sports to get in the shape I am now, &amp; I have to say, I don't regret it. Here's some of the programs/activities I was in: hockey, cheerleading, soccer, softball, basketball, track &amp; field, gymnastics, ice skating, speed skating, kickball, academics, girl scouts, volleyball, &amp; some other things. Yeah, I know, I'm a nerd. Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="300"color="88d8cb"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loyal, brutally honest, trustworthy, &amp; a good friend. I will be a bitch when needed to be. I won't lie to you to make you feel better about yourself. &amp; I'm not one of those friends who says that everything will be okay when it's really going to be like hell. I don't care whose feelings I hurt in the process of being honest, that's the brutal part. If I don't like you, I'll let you know. If you're fat, I'll tell you that to. I don't plan on lying to you &amp; say that you're skinny &amp; beautiful when you're not. Sorry, but that's how I roll. You can trust me with your life in my hands, I promise it'll last forever. You can trust me with your deepest darkest secrets, &amp; I'll take them to my grave. I promise to you, I don't stab people in the back &amp; I'm not two faced. I keep what you tell me to myself &amp; no one else. I'm a good friend on the terms that I will be there no matter what. I'll wipe away your tears, hold you in my arms, &amp; sing you to sleep. I'll let you lay on me while running my fingers through your hair, or I'll just give you the best advice possible. My advice is good advice, you should take it if you need it. I bend over backwards for people I don't know &amp; people that I dislike. But that's how I am, maybe I care too much?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="300"color="88d8cb"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been lied to, cheated on, hurt, back stabbed, pushed around, abused. I've had people break my heart &amp; lead me on. So if you think you're smart enough to do so, I dare you. I can tell when it's coming &amp; I can tell when someone is lying just by their voice, the way the move, or the look in their eye. I accept the fact that I can't stop these things from happening again, but I do prepare myself for the worst &amp; hope for the best. Because in reality, that's all you can really do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="300"color="88d8cb"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MySpace whore? No, &amp; I'm far from it. Sure, I have a lot of friends on here, but it doesn't mean I strive &amp; beg for popularity or attention, because I don't. I've met some pretty amazing people online, people in which I would lay down &amp; die for. Then I have my real/true friends. The people I talk to all the time &amp; spend time with as much as possible. My friends are the coolest. &amp; You just wished you had friends like mine, trust me, you do. They're always there for me when I need them, &amp; they're there for me when I don't want them. Lol. Weird I know. But they're my family, you fuck with them, you fuck with me. &amp; When you fuck with me, you're fucking with a shit load of people. Oh yeah, another thing. If I add you, there was a good reason behind it. So yeah. I don't just add people for a friend boost, &amp; if you do, delete me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="300"color="88d8cb"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an outgoing person &amp; I know how to have a great time. I'm goofy as hell &amp; really fun to be around. I'll do anything to make anyone smile (besides lie) &amp; I'll try my best to make someone laugh. When I make someone happy, it makes me happy knowing I could cause such a thing to happen. I'm very talkative in person, I don't know how to shut up. I'll go &amp; hug random people &amp; tell them I love them. Then I'll go stop every old person around me &amp; take a picture with them. Classic &amp; original, eh? I love going to stores &amp; acting like a complete retard. Usually I walk around really funny &amp; talk like I'm on crack. People look at me weird, which makes me want to do it even more. One time I got kicked out of Wal-Mart for being retarded. Mean people, I swear :[. I also like those little game arcades in stores. I could spend like millions of dollars playing those things :]]. I'm usually the life of the party, what can I say, there's never a dull moment when you're around me :].&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="300"color="88d8cb"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not hard core &amp; I'm not straight edge. I don't put x's all over myself, &amp; dance around like fool. I also don't claim that I don't drink or do drugs, when I drink &amp; yeah. I've always said, fuck the disco &amp; bring the mosh. Only because mosh pits are amazing. I don't look to get into them, they find me instead. Slam dancing? Not much of a fan on that, it's kind of strange. It's alright I guess though. I head bang, yeah. One day my brains will fall out, if I have any that is. I love death metal &amp; techno mainly :]. It makes me happy &amp; completes my life. I dance around the room in my underwear. Sometimes I'll sing to myself in front of the mirror. Or I'll just pretend I'm some big rock star &amp; sing into a hair brush while dancing around the house. Either way, it's all good. Lol. I go to concerts way to much, music is like a drug. I love the high you get from it. I've seen more bands/music artists than you have. Live with it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="300"color="88d8cb"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/fieldset&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981503905183778857-5068510588999185955?l=violentdelight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentdelight.blogspot.com/feeds/5068510588999185955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2981503905183778857&amp;postID=5068510588999185955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981503905183778857/posts/default/5068510588999185955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981503905183778857/posts/default/5068510588999185955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentdelight.blogspot.com/2007/07/about-me-im-gonna-break-it-down-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Violent Delight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08693680839293248867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
