|Experimenting in Photoshop is fun!!!|
*points to deviantID pic* So true...I am different...which is why I've come to love it here on deviantART!!!|
I am currently twenty-some-odd-years old. Worked as a DJ on 88.9fm WQSU for about a year and 1/2, and interned at a local radio station--absolutely LOVED IT!!! Hoping to land a job at a local radio station soon, but in the meantime I'm stuck working in a grocery store.
Newest dream (since the 1 I had at the time I graduated high school didn't pan out too well)...to have my own private recording studio! Oh yeah, wave your hands in the air like you just don't care!!! What can I say...I've rediscovered my love for multimedia!!! Ha, ha, and you never know what I'm bound to come up with next!
I am a musician, craft person, and all around day dreamer. I also love to watch cartoons--namely cartoons from the 80's & 90's but some of the current stuff is okay too.
...did I also mention I'm something of a TMNT fanatic?! Heh, well, I guess you can tell that from my gallery & my faves!!!
My most popular Youtube vid:
Feel free to look me up on:
Turtleena's YouTube Channel
Turtleena on FanFiction.net
Turtleena on Inkbunny
Turtleena on Twitter
Turtleena...that's the name...don't wear it out!!!
Current Residence: "Middle of Nowhere" PA...and Proud of it!!!
Favourite genre of music: Country, Classic Rock, Jazz...I could go on 4ever
Favourite style of art: Fantasy
Operating System: Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: CD Player, MYLO
Shell of choice: Turtle
Wallpaper of choice: My Latest Creation
Favourite cartoon character: Donatello
Personal Quote: Yeah I talk to myself, so what?...I live in a box.
I Am FlawedFrom body to soul and in between,
They blotch the parchment that is me;
I know of worse flaws I have seen,
I am flawed.
I sometimes lose my temper,
Use my mouth before my mind;
I ponder things I could do better,
And regret them for a time.
I can be harsh, I can be blunt,
I tend to hide my thoughts;
But this is far from what I want:
To be in someone's heart.
Comparisons are hard to make
Since we are all unique.
But half the time my words are fake;
The real me is a freak.
These flaws define me, describe me—
They make me what I am.
In that light, I'm proud to say that
Screaming at me,
clawing at every inch
of my body.
That little voice inside my head
sounding strangely like my own,
tearing me down,
from the inside.
Each hate-filled blow,
hits harder than the last.
Each self-inflicted cut,
hidden in shame,
nonexistent to the piercing eyes of others,
visible only in that lonely mirror reflection.
little dotted lines drawn
over every flawed bit of me.
Not pretty enough,
There is not a perfect inch
within my being.
Why can't I be beautiful?