Me, in summation:

Working minimum wage at a grocery store as an under-appreciated and overworked cashier. Music major (or trying to be). Mediocre violinist. Sings along in the car to all the songs she loves on the radio. Plays Perfect World International. Fiction/poetry writer. Phototard. Don't read nearly as much as I used to or should. Addicted to internet. Loves music, loves to dance.

["In our lives, our friends are our families."]

If you find me even remotely interesting, check me out on DA: www.rambert.deviantart.com
I don't actually go there much any more, but it's got my photography, which I think is maybe good for an amateur.

3/28/08
It's so funny how my profile has changed over the years-- I went from being super-active on this site to completely losing contact with most of the people I socialized with on here, and I've gone from huge profile quizzes to "Don't message me if you're an idiot" and back to the quizzes again, and now I'm sort of at the point where I'm not really sure why I'm even here any more, but I suppose I'll hang around and see if it ever gets more interesting...

8/10/09
I never thought I'd have someone to call 'baby', or someone who, when they called me that, would make something inside my heart surge...
...but now I do. and she makes me happy c:

Making my way downtown, walking fast, faces pass and I'm home bound
Staring blankly ahead, just making my way, making a way through the crowd

And I need you
And I miss you
And now I wonder....

If I could fall into the sky
Do you think time would pass me by
'Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles
If I could just see you
If I could just hold you
Tonight

[<3]

12/1/10

Life is a struggle every day
but you are my rock
my solace
my strength.

A year and five months, and you still
make me burn like nothing else has or can.

I would stop the world, to see you smile...
and I know you'd do the same for me.

And that,
baby,
is beautiful.

Where words leave off, music begins.