Profile: Jesse P.
Name: Jesse P.
Favorite Bands: Metallica, Nine Inch Nails, Foo Fighters, Avenged Sevenfold, Powerman 5000, Union Underground, Dragonforce, Elvis Presly, The Offspring, Nirvana.
Hobbies: Writing Lyrics/Music, Drawing Funny Pictures, Altering Photos, Playing Guitar, Playing My Video Games, Annoying Lycan.
Favorite Theme of Art: Creepy, Scary, Humorous, Photo, Pencil.
Personal Email: email@example.com
Profession: Editor, Design Artist, Sketcher.
Completed Courses: Multimedia Collaboration, Basic Design, Digital Photography, Basic Drawing.
Programs Knowledge: Adobe InDesign, Adobe Photoshop, Adobe Fireworks, Adobe Flash, Adobe Dreamweaver, Microsoft Word, Microsoft Excel, Microsoft Power Point.
If you have any questions for Jesse feel free to email them or comment them on this page.
Other Deviant Pages: www.luckynumberslevin.deviantart.com
Xbox Live: Spyderdemon187
InspirationRemember that when you're all alone and all hope seems gone, when that moment comes where you want to break, I want you to remember that life goes on but you chose how. That you have a choice...chose to live life. Dreams will never come true by themselves, they also wont surface without ambition and passion. Understand that after you've been depressed, you will appreciatte true happiness so much more and you'll know not to throw it away. The world is a wonderful place, but the people on it are selfish and simple minded.Inspiration10 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
So know like always you have a choice. Do you lift yourself up and do somethng, or do you end up looking like the rest? I believe that things are what you make of them. A pile of wood can easily be crushed and burned. But with passion and ambition you can build a sculpture that will amaze the world. It can still easily be burnt, but its your job to protect it. This is life, and you only have a certain amount of time to live it. Every second that passes is a chance to ma
anorexia nervosa. _part one a.anorexia nervosa. _part one7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
There is something you should know about me, before we begin:
I have anorexia nervosa.
The denial was thick.
Anorexics, I believed, were skinny girls with even skinnier bones, combing their falling-out hair against mirrors where they appear as a sliver of a profiled coin, dying as the air beats them and hating their folded-paper bodies. Anorexics, I thought, had to be girls who achieve your standard perfect grades and are incredibly athletically-gifted, all the while going on zero calories for days at a time. Anorexics were built of disgusted strength, sickened determination, and a muddied line between self-preservation and -sacrifice. Anorexics were withered girls on billboards, stealing the sun from the beads of the sky laid before them, pressing it into their arms, and yet somehow taking no pigment with them.
I was notand am, I am not, I am not I am not I am notone of theseone of t
anorexia nervosa. _part two o.anorexia nervosa. _part two7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I lean back against the rim of my bed and dig my feet as far into the floor as the carpet will allow. The panic leaves me like an ocean wave, scraping up against the sand of my head and leaving me breathless. I want to hurt something. My arms settle neatly around the other, touching on my wrists, rubbing down my forearms, clenching my hands together.
Someone should have shot me as soon as I made it out of the womb, I think, and my hands settle around my neck.
Sometimes, I broke.
There were two months where, every Saturday and Sunday, I had Poptarts for breakfast, which is about two hundred calories per individual Poptart. There was an entire month where I ate ice cream every night. The second month after I had started, late September-ish, I found that I couldn't take the hunger for very long, and I would eat a snack before dinner. This ended in mid-October, thankfully, and some of the shame subsided. I
Uncle DannyIn the Beginning, there was the Word.Uncle Danny8 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
And some say that the reason there was only one word was because Uncle Danny got hold of the rest and God just had to make do.
And Uncle Danny had black nails and no hair, and he wore big glasses and a hat and a coat, and he walked around Copenhagen at night and wrote it all down on the cobbles, and in his head, and in his hat and, sometimes, on paper.
And Uncle Danny was everybody's Uncle, even if nobody could really remember why or how. And Uncle Danny had the Words. And the Words had Uncle Danny.
And sometimes it would be hard to see where the Words ended and Uncle Danny began.
And there are rules that say you can't start a sentence with "and". And Uncle Danny did it anyway.
And with the Words he painted pictures of Vangede. And he painted pictures of the seedy bars and prostitutes, and of the country and the land and the people in the city, and the people in the City became the people Everywhere, because Uncle Danny painted them all.
PrettyPretty10 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I met a girl once who told me I was pretty.
I simply shook my head and laughed, then in a manner so as to not make her feel stupid for saying such a thing, I answered,
"Oh, thank you so much! I think you're pretty to!"
To where she commented,
"Oh no! You're just being nice!"
The thing is, she was indeed pretty, the kind of pretty that made you feel like a lucky idiot to even be looked at by her.
This happened many times with many people of both gender. Boys who didn't think they were cute, girls who thought they were too fat. To me though, they were the most beautiful people in the world.
There were many I fell in love with only to find that beauty is skin deep, but in a few they were pretty all the way through.
How sad that many of them never stood a chance int he real world? Because, who want's a pretty inside?
The answer sadly is no one, no one want's a pretty inside, because if it's on the inside, who will see it first?
The shallows of the world have taken over, so many pretty peop
The Thoughts Behind AnorexiaYoure killing yourself. Youre not eating.The Thoughts Behind Anorexia8 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Its funny how such unexpected things come from unexpected people. As my mother and I walk up the street together, me lugging handfuls of shopping bags, nearly falling over from the weight of them on my empty stomach, I keep my eyes fixed ahead of me: the view of grey London buildings Ive grown up with, swathed in November fog.
This is what I want, I have to keep reminding myself. My life has become a series of monotonous events. I hate myself for not breathing when my lungs expand, for not truly seeing when my eyes open, and for not fully feeling what I touch.
I hate myself for making her give me this talk.
Its long overdue. The people I know take their turns to give me these talks, but hers is the worst, because I care about her the most. Im letting her down, and if I dared to look at her Id see it in her eyes. But I hate myself too, and I hate myself for hating myself in the first p
before, beforei am only just thirteen. he is sixteen. i am in love/lust/crush.before, before7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
my best friends big brother, or friends ex boyfriend, is tall. once or twice i imagined kissing him. but he never would. he is friends with the boy who is sixteen. and besides he is my best friends big brother or my friend's ex boyfriend. and i am not a bad person.
i am tall too, you know. i am stretched skyward but there was no more to stretch, just bone. so i am not really that tall at all. but i pretend i am. how tall are you? oh above average, you know, pretty tall.
the brother says want to come and see j? and my heart leaps and i sing yes but he only hears a nod and there's no time to change. my chest is flat and my shirt doesn't cover my belly button but i don't really mind, you know, it's brown and flat like stretches of australia my father used to talk about. that's me; land.
the air is the kind of cool it only ever is at nighttime. not winter, no that's a different kind. you can tell by the night-y smell and the
The Story of My Broken HeartThe Story of My Broken Heart10 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
As I lay my ear upon his chest I hear his heart beating, thump thump. I feel like I can hear his love beating for me beneath his ribcage. Then I feel his lungs inhale, then shudder with an exhale. Something isn't right, that breath was too shuddery. I look up, and I look into his eyes. I see a tear in the corner. It runs down the bridge of his nose, I wipe it away with my thumb, and look deep in his eyes, seeing pain behind his eyes.
"What's wrong baby?" I ask him, a questioningly look in my eyes.
He shakes his head, looking away from me.
"Is it me?" I ask him, my voice cracking at the thought of the possibility.
"I just don't feel it anymore" he whispers as his voice cracks and tears spill from his eyes as he can't look me in mine. I kiss away the first few tears, tasting the saltiness of them.
"I love you." I cry and lay my head on his chest again, and sob into his shirt.
"I love you too." He whispers back.
AutisticI am autistic -- a "high-functioning" autistic. Does that mean I'm smarter than you? Probably, but trust me, it doesn't show. What does show is that I am definitely different from most of you. Not better, not worse, just different.Autistic8 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I don't think I'll bother with medical definitions of autism, or the variety of syndromes that belong to the very wide spectrum of autism. Google it, Yahoo it, or just ask Jeeves, if you want the more concrete definitions of autism. For my purposes, I just want to share with you what it's like to be me.
My sensory nervous system is like the ultimate electronic espionage device, gone horribly wrong. Take my sense of touch, for example. I've been told that silk is soft and smooth, and I know a lot of people like it. I can't stand it, though. To my fingers, silk is as course as sandpaper (which is as course as pumice, which is as course as a low-guage rasp, which is as course... you get the idea). I can "feel" every single thread in a swatch of silk, individual
Hospital Collection: NamelessThere's an anorexic patient with meHospital Collection: Nameless6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
in the mental health ward.
I've never heard her speak
or touch her lips
to the plastic hospital food.
Her skull is wrapped in
the alien fingers of
a pale feeding tube.
And I wonder if she's still
the keeper of her soul.
Her wrists are as frail as
the silver threads
of delicate spider webs.
Her skin is fragile
I've never heard her speak
or touch her lips.
She's just another patient
(without a name).
Her eyes are lifeless,
And I wonder what that makes
who sees only
DiabetesIt was years ago. Many, many years ago. 13 years ago, to be exact. I was four.Diabetes8 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
And I remember being four and normal. Id been a happy kid. I remember that much. I found immense joy in playing with dolls in my back yard, near the big tree the neighbor kid had gotten stuck in one summer. I loved to swim, and was convinced that I was a mermaid princess and my parents just hadnt told me yet. I had a dog that I loved and played with frequently. His name was Marutte. We also had two cats; mouse and bear. I watched The Lion King, Wish Bone and Bill Nye the Science Guy religiously, and seemed to always be with one of my friends, a trait that Ive still retained to this day.
I dont remember the exact date; it was thirteen years ago. But I remember that I was at a girl named Kindles fifth birthday party, and Id eat
Analysis of a Softball PlayerAt one time, she looked cute as a button all dressed up in pink with pigtails. She had tea parties with her stuffed animals and dolls. She even used to help her mom bake cookies, and above all, she was and always would be "Daddy's Little Girl".Analysis of a Softball Player10 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Today, this little girl is a fastpitch softball player. This changes things a bit. Although she still maintains some of the same little girl attributes, now she looks cute in shorts and sliders. if she's wearing ribbons in her hair, they're the team colors. She has become "Daddy's Little Slugger".
The fastpitch player is proud of how dirty she can get. On a normal family dinner outing she'll take up to an hour primping to get ready, and she still feels self-conscious. However, between tournament games she'll strut into any restaurant with a streak of orange dirt across her face; ratted, sweaty, and painted hair; a dirt stained shirt; bloody knees; with brown socks that used to be white; and flip-flops while yelling, "Let's eat!"
The fastpitch pl
My Story, Part 19My Story, Part 196 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
September 16th, 2109
Dear Internet and Outernet,
Well... Sorry I didn't update for awhile, there. You can see my journal for a detailed description, but, in short, I was scared out of my mind about the upcoming surgery, and needed to take a break. I hope you guys understand. Anyway, I'm pretty much over it, by now. I'm still a little nervous, but I'm also psyched. I'm ready and rarin' for this tail. I'm going to get it tomorrow. I talked with the Khala, Kyle, Kade, and Christina (man... alot of "K"-sound names, huh?) during my break. I'm ready, and I'm going to come out of surgery just fine. And, after, I'll be a full anthro! A naked one, but still full. X3
I did learn one thing while I was on my little vacatio, though: I... can't whistle. >.
Bi-polarI love you,Bi-polar9 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Please hold me,
I hate you,
Don't touch me,
I'm laughing because your stupid,
I'm crying because I love you,
I love you,
I need you,
I want to go crazy,
Please help me,
I love my disease,
But now it's just a battle,
I hate you...
I love you...
God damn you,
My Story, Part 01My Story, Part 016 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
July 1st, 2109
Today was one of the most amazing days of my life, and I will tell you why momentarily.
I am a furry. Well, in the traditional sense at least. You see, I am a human, but I want to be an anthropomorphic being (anthro for short), and am in the old furry fandom, which, I'm sorry to say, is dying off. The biggest reason that it is dying off is that the fandom is for dreamers; those who want to be anthros or feel a spiritual connection to their fursona. However, in today's world, things are different: there really are anthros. In fact, many of my good friends are anthros.
It all started when a team of dedicated scientists figured out what every last part of the human genome does, and how to manipulate each via computer in the mid-2000's. After this, figuring out what the other species' do was a cinch, and, naturally, one thing led to another and in the late 2000's, a group of highly intelligent, highly bored, highly furry scientists decided to make a test
Facts about Chuck NorrisThis is every chuck Norris joke known to chuck Norris (not to man for chuck Norris i THE man every one else is just a man)Facts about Chuck Norris9 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
They once named a freeway after Chuck Norris, but they had to change it, because no one crosses Chuck Norris . . . AND LIVES!
Chuck Norris docent swim, water just likes to be around him.
When Chuck Norris fights vampires, he doesn't need wooded pointed stakes to kill them. His fists are the stakes.
Helen Keller's favorite color is Chuck Norris
Chuck Norris is a radical republican conservative that hates gays, women, atheists due to his small mind and cloistered upbringing.
Volcanoes exist only because Chuck Norris needs coffee in the mornings...He still says it isn't hot enough.
Chuck Norris never got an academy award for acting... because he's not acting.
Chuck Norris is not a Gary Stu. A Gary Stu is a wannabe Chuck Norris.
There was an universe until Chuck Norris destroyed it. Then came our universe.
Chuck Norris once challenged God to fight him. God wagered heav
KHR BirthdaysTsuna: October 14.KHR Birthdays6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Reborn: October 13
Gokudera: September 9
Yamamoto: April 24
Lambo: May 28.
Hibari: May 5
Ryohei: August 26
Chrome: December 5th
Lal Mirch: February 20
Skull: August 8
Colonnello: July 7
Basil: July 23
Iemitsu (Tsuna's dad): June 15
Moretti (aka 'Moretti the murdered'): febuary 19th
Giotto: January 1st
Timoteo(9th boss): April 17
Haru: May 3rd
Bianchi: November 8
Fuuta: January 11
Kyoko: March 4
Shamal: February 9
I-Pin: November 25
Nana: March 31st
Dino: February 4
Romario: July 21
Naito Longchamp: August 9
Shouchi Irie: December 3rd
Mukuro: June 9
Ken: July 28
Chisuka: October 26
Lancia: December 15
The Bloody Twins: December 22nd
Xanxus: October 10
Squalo: March 13
Levi a than: November 14
Belphegor/Rasiel (The twin Princes): December 22
Marmon: July 2
Lussuria: April 4
CuttingNOTE: I haven't cut since February 2000. Yay, me!!Cutting13 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
When my world spins wildly out of control and a white-hot shaft of pure pain slices deep into my heart, my mind brings forth images of self-injury.
As I force down my fear and tentatively reach out to another for a touch of comfort, my heart is in my throat. If that hesitant request is misunderstood, goes unnoticed, or is rejected, that fear and pain break free, double in strength, and form a swirling vortex of despair. A tidal wave of self-loathing breaks over my head. Why did I think that my needs were so important? Why didn't I notice that the other person was busy dealing with her own stuff? Why can't I just deal with my stuff and leave everyone else alone? Why must I constantly burden everyone else with my stupid whining? In my head is a picture of my slender white left wrist. My imagined right hand holds a small shining razor blade, pressing its hard sharp edge against the tender flesh, which causes the thin skin to mound
My Story, Part 18August 29th, 2109My Story, Part 186 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Dear Internet and Outernet,
Noooot much audience participation, is there? -_-" Well, I'm doing what the two who responded said. First, the hearing.
It has come to my attention that I never mentioned how my hearing is. Well, to make it simple, after they put the ears on, they put a tiny transmitter on each of my old eardruma, sealed off the old ear canals, and ran flat wires to the top of my head, under each ear. When the sound hits them, they send a non-electric, analogue signal to the eardrums. This makes them work just like real anthro ears, and it's AWESOME! I can hear things going on 4 rooms away through the walls! So, yes, James-Roland, my hearing is better.
As for RPGKampfer, STEAK TIME!!!
(one and a half hours later)
OMGwow!!! Steak. Tastes. Awesome! It's like I'm having it for the first time!!! I went to the closest steakhouse and ordered a medium-rare FDA choice cut serloin steak and, I tell you, I was in heaven. That was the most delicio
My Story, Part 15My Story, Part 156 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
August 14th, 2109
Dear Internet and Outernet,
My face hurts.
Sorry I didn't post last time, I was just in so much pain. I've got to tell you how they did it, so, the gross part starts here:
First, they put me under, of course. Then, with Kyle overseeing it all, they made an incision from below my chin around to above my nose, and back down to my chin, then making similar incisions on the inside of my lips and nostrils, then removing all that skin and covering the raw cartilage and meat with gauze, to avoid accidental contamination (it was a sanitary controlled environment, but one can't be too careful. ;3). Then, Kyle removed my nasal cartilage and put that on ice for whatever the heck hospitals do with spare noses.
Then, the tricky part happened. They had to cut the tendons and muscles connecting my lower jaw to my skull. After removing that, they put it with the nose. At this point, I was a freaky messed up mouth less face with a huge flap of skin hanging off where m
this aprilThe moonlight falls through squinting blinds, bowing softly to hug the arc of his naked body. The blankets are strewn about his toes as a girl, no more than sixteen, lays wide-eyed and warm-bodied beside him.this april7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
She silently watches the dreams come and go beneath his eyelids, she quietly feels his chest rise, rise then fall and she listens to the heavy breathing that accompanies it. Beautiful breathing, she thinks, tracing generous lips with fingertips.
The air is cool but she is alight.
Everything in this room bathes in blue shade. She watches the alarm clock beside the bed, numbers coming and going out of fashion before her eyes. Now it wears 0, 4, 2 and 9. Melbourne will burn beneath the April sun shortly. She does not need the sun for warmth anymore but the city always will.
His arm no longer sleeps wrapped around her and she feels the emptiness below her breasts as though nothing is really something after all. He sighs in sleep and it is not a heavy sigh but a light-hearte
Oh My GothI'm so goth, in preschool, the only crayon I used was black.Oh My Goth10 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I'm so goth I dyed my belly button black.
I'm so goth my black is blacker than your black. I call it "black black."
I'm so goth, I don't say "black," I say "blahhwwwkkk."
I'm so goth, whenever I walk into a room, all the lights go out.
goth #1: I'm so goth the people in the grocery store have refused to sell me any cereal other than Count Chocula.
goth #2: I'm so goth people ask me to AUTOGRAPH boxes of Count Chocula.
I'm so goth people touch me and they BECOME goth. They say, "Oh no, now I'm goth!"
I'm so goth I wear sunglasses when I open the refrigerator.
I'm so goth I don't paint my nails black--I bash them with a hammer.
I'm so goth I died and didn't notice.
I'm so goth, whenever I knock on somebody's door they give me candy.
I'm so goth, I'm not only "goth," but also "gothe" "goff" "gawth" "gauwth" "gothic" "gothik" "gothique" and "gawfickk" and soon I hope to be "gauewthickueu."
I'm so goth, when I stop pouting, people
My Story, Part 25My Story, Part 256 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
October 7th, 2109
Well, I took the pill a couple days ago and I already feel my hair starting to change! No, I don't see any patterns, but I have been losing alot, which Onachu said was expected, as the old hairs must fall out before the new ones can grow in. At least I'm smooth! ;3
So, I seem to have a larger readerbase, now. How many of you are anthros and how many aren't?
Yes, I'm smooth as an android's bottom.