I’m Aiyanna.
I spaz a lot. Don’t worry about it.
I also talk in very short sentences. That you’re just going to have to deal with.
Full Time student. How fun :).
No, really, I enjoy school. And that’s a good thing too, because I spend entirely too much time there. Music Major, Chemistry Minor.
I’m a singer. Most of the time, I’m dead tired from the constant gigs I force myself into to keep my voice ‘loose’. I’m a soprano, meaning my voice gets really high.
I draw, though not well, as the last art classes I took were in elementary school, when I had the hand-eye coordination of a drunk poodle.
I take a lot of pictures, but again, I’m not very good. I’ve never had a photography class, or a graphic arts class, or anything. So any editing I do is my sad attempt at recreating a professional look using little tricks I’ve picked up over the past year and a half.
My camera specs ( I only add these because in the past I’m been asked too many times) :
Make: EASTMAN KODAK COMPANY
Model: KODAK Z712 IS ZOOM DIGITAL CAMERA
ISO Speed: 64
As a small note to anyone who has read this far:
Don’t believe that crap about “Never Meet Your Heroes”. I’ve met both of mine, and I still love them dearly. Possibly more than I did before I met them.
Not sure why I felt you needed to know that. Oh well, deal with it.
:)
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And I can’t help watching them suffer / It’s horrible, I know, but you would do the same
You’ve ceaselessly been obsessing, / I’ll evermore be obsessed
I check the paper for your name every morning, / Do you even give a shit? / And every time there is a murder / A house …
Forever and a year, I’ll be whatever you crave.
And when He saw her lying in the wet, gray grass, / He kissed her cheek sweetly and laughed like storm clouds,
Kissed me softly, held me dear, / Pulled back with blood on your glorious lips