I am:

Noel

8/4/84

5'6"-ish

brown hair (most of the time)

brown eyes (all of the time)

I am:

bi-polar, deal with it!

bi-sexual

I like:

girls

guys

listening to the same song over and over again until I want to hate it...but its stuck in my head so I can't possibly hate it!

sex

cranberry juice-its an addiction

I am:

a motherless child

one of 7 children

adopted

I can:

sing (if you want, you can hear me, but you have to ask really nicely!)

write ~*Excerpts Found Here*~

I want:

to go back to school

children

happy ever after

The truck!

I have:

James (the love of my life)

a lot of stuff

an infatuation with Angelina Jolie! (God, she's hot!)

tattoos and piercings (I have several of both!)

over 500 cd's (mostly country!)

I play with:

fire (it is my element)

my tongue ring (10g and O so much fun!)

Silly Putty (silly, fun, and it cleans out small places in jewelry!)

darkness (it is my companion)

This is me.

Most think I don't know what I want or that I even know what real emotions are. I say, they're wrong. I do know what I want, what emotions are, I do know how to love, how to live, simply because I was forced to grow up.

From the time I was 5, living in NYC with my mother and sister, without my father, up until the time my parents split up when I was 10, I was bounced around from babysitter to babysitter, daycare to daycare, because my parents were too busy for me; my father busy becoming a millionaire, my mother busy being unfaithful. Granted, I was a child, but I understood.

My sister and step-father are alcoholics and I've lived with the abuse, the lies, the physical trauma from their dependencies. My best friend died in my arms after we were hit head on by a drunk driver. So, while I do drink, I do it responsibly.

I was adopted into a family of what turned out to be five children, four older sisters and a brother. My little sister came after I'd been adopted. My sisters, especially the next oldest one, thrived on telling me that I was only adopted as a cure for my mother's boredom. I know its not true, but it still hurt. If it had been true, she would have spent time with me until she cured her "boredom", she would have used me to cure her boredom, but I never saw her, so it wasn't that. I saw her more in the year that she was sick with cancer than I had in my entire life. I loved my mother greatly, but she'll never know. She died in 2000 from melanoma and I miss her.

I have six siblings. Ronda (35), Stephanie (34), Kristian (33), Darin (32), Suzy (30), and Alex, who is 12. If I hadn't been adopted and was biologically related, Ronda, Stephanie, Kristian, and Darin would be my half-siblings and Alex and Suzy my full siblings. My mother had been married twice before my dad and once after, to his best friend and lawyer of 19 years. My father had been married once before my mother. He's currently "not dating" a woman who's in the middle of a divorce. She's my little sister's best friend's mom. If they "don't date" for much longer, he may marry her. Then I would have EIGHT siblings, because she has two girls! I wish he would "not date" someone his own age with no more children! I don't need any more siblings.

I moved to Houston from Colorado in January and I love it. I've had my share of ups and downs, my share of homesickness, but all in all, its been a great change! I've been with James since I moved down here, I work at a great job, at least until October, and I plan to go back to school after that!