Wonderful. I love it. Some people who I can sympathize with, and vice-versa.
Without my imagination, my life would be pointless. I would never be an Elven huntress stalking wild game in the woods, or a woman gaining the trust of the wildest of horses, or a water nymph gathering pearls from the deep blue to make a trifle of a neclace, or even an evil sorceress set on world domination. I would just be myself: a normal teenager with nothing to do but gossip and swoon over guys: neither of which I have time to do, what with all that horse-taming and world domination and such. When I am angry, my characters in my imagination feel the brunt of my wrath. When I'm happy, they get a special treat, usually in the form of the withdrawl of those ogres I set on them when I was mad [img]smilies/evil.gif[/img]. When I'm sad, they cry with me. Not for me:with me. If I didn't have my imagination to take these emotions out on, how would I vent them? Beat up a PILLOW? I think we can ALL be a little more creative than a PILLOW.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a rebellion to conquer under my all-mighty heel... [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]
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"But no living man am I! You look upon a woman. Éowyn am I, Éomund's daughter. You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him!" -Éowyn, The Battle of Pelennor Fields
Find a penny, pick it up, all day long you'll have...a penny.
There are approximatley 170 days until the release of 'The Two Towers'...ARRRRRRGGG!!!!!
Thank you for not smoking
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