So I'm new here, as you can guess My name's Loreena, I'm 17, and I'm from Canada! I'm entering my final year of high school next month, and afterwards I hope to go to college, get my LPN, and then go into midwifery, but if possible, I would LOVE to join a commune. I'm an unique individual for my age, meaning I don't like the social "norms". I have dreadlocks, my ears are stretched to a 6g (so far), I hate modern music, I hate pants and bras, I hardly wear makeup, I lead a vegan lifestyle, I meditate, I make most of my own jewelery and body products, I've overcome self-harm 3 times and anorexia, plus several other things. My aunts and uncles are bonafide hippies and I love them more than anything. one of my cousins is in a band and another is (or was) a lesbian! I am open-minded about drug use. I have smoke the fine herb quite a few times (once I got so stoned, I thought my dresser was Jim Morrison). I do have a tumblr blog you guys can check out: LINK REMOVED Uhhh.. yeah. That's me!
No, that's not the one I was thinking of...Someone here has a mother that is a midwife and that's where I heard the word. Someone in Canada, I believe. Maybe they will come along and help us out.
and with that the goblin showed, saying "...funny how life is built upon a mere assumption of certainty here, where the future is not promised to one and one's past has slipped away by now, but a writer lives a shared life between his muse within and his dailylife without, in fact it's odd how anyone should ever wish to become a writer, as it's a practice of schizophrenia if ever there was one, where somewhere too, in the small print on the label perhaps, it's just written warning, the muse does not got back into her bottle, where the young would dream of fame and fortune here, and just receive a journey to self instead, although not short changed by that either, just it's not exactly what they bargained for, whereupon the goblin just laughed, saying "...Purple-Haze, you'll post with me awhile won't you, you have more talent than you give yourself credit for...", and with that the goblin was fed up with rolling out that same old red carpet each time, thinking perhaps that, what with the time of year, a white carpet was called for instead, even if the welcome was just the same by it, it just seemed more natural now
