There's not much to it. I'm 20. I've got a ravenous, burning desire to put any and every piece of my ideas down on something, it doesn't matter what it is, a speech, a paper, a drawing, a painting, a song, a poem, a design, a construction, I don't mind what it is, I just need a method. I feel like I can't function if I don't let it out sometimes, I can't do simple tasks without drifting off into some creative spurt triggered by some insignificant event that my brain decided to run with until it wears itself out. I love sports, videogames, books, movies, and music. I love building things, repairing things, designing things, and best of all, destroying things, that's a fun one. I hope my young age doesn't push anyone away, and I hope that I can make some friends that share the same passion I do.
My passion is ...
Making people laugh
I know too much about ...
Technology
My parents always told me ...
Don't touch that
My childhood ambition ...
Be in the military
My favorite memory ...
Sitting on the side of a mountain in the snow
Why I write ...
The mood strikes me... a lot
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
The Dark Tower Series/Star Wars/All sorts a stuff
My first job ...
Mowing Lawns
My best moment ...
Went to Nationals for a Halo 2 Tournament
My inspiration ...
God, and my favorite person, Kendra
She slammed shoulder first across the smooth cold tile. They would be behind her; all too soon they would have burned through the precious time her comrades had sacrificed themselves for. The sound of those familiar, terrifying metal boot clicks would come clanking around the corner, time was almost up. She lay gasping, watching down the hallway, she quickly tried to rise to her feet, and a sharp pain shot up her arm and into her neck. Tara fell back to the ground with a cry of agony and surprise. She glanced down at her arm, her shoulder bone jutted out from the socket defiantly under her...
More..Jack Wolf
Member since: March 2008
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