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TRENT CARNAHAN
Age: 18
Location: Broomfield, CO
Joined On: Jul 07, 2008
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About me... hmm what can i say..?
grew up in texas now living in COLORADO its pretty tight not as many hot girls as in TEXAS
Snowboarding, longboarding, and MUSIC its my life it influences me to do all the narley and stupid thing that i do... you will always see me on a board
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey
Name: Trent
Birthday: February 8
Birthplace: Texas
Current Location: COLORADO
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blond/Brown
Height: 6 feet 1 inch
Right Handed or Left Handed: Rightty
Your Heritage: Australian/Welch
The Shoes You Wore Today: To MANY
Your Weakness: Girls HOT GIRLS HOT GIRLS that know how to use there BODIES
Your Fears: Lawn mowers
Your Perfect Pizza: Pepperoni
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: Good Grades Girlfriend
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: Narley, Sick, Brah, Huggy, Tight
Thoughts First Waking Up: Fuck Me
Your Best Physical Feature: What ever the girls thinks
Your Bedtime: Whenever
Your Most Missed Memory:???
Pepsi or Coke: Neither
MacDonald’s or Burger King: Neither
Single or Group Dates: dont matter
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: neither dont drink
Chocolate or Vanilla: hate both with a passion
Cappuccino or Coffee: neither dont drink caffeine
Do you Smoke: never
Do you Swear: when im pissed off but that never happens
Do you Sing: HECK YES
Do you Shower Daily: ALWAYS sometimes twice
Have you Been in Love: YESSUM
Do you want to go to College: YES
Do you want to get Married: HECK YES
Do you believe in yourself: sometimes
Do you get Motion Sickness: nope
Do you think you are Attractive: dont know I dont stare at myself in the mirror
Are you a Health Freak: nope... but im a MORMON HIPPIE
Do you get along with your Parents: sometimes not really
Do you like Thunderstorms: yes
Do you play an Instrument: yes acoustic guitar
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: nope
In the past month have you Smoked: nope
In the past month have you been on Drugs: ADVIL
In the past month have you gone on a Date: yes
In the past month have you gone to a Mall: nope its over rated
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: YESSSS
In the past month have you eaten Sushi: nope my food has to be cooked
In the past month have you been on Stage: nope
In the past month have you been Dumped: nope
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: nope not yet
In the past month have you Stolen Anything: nope thats bad Ever been Drunk: nope
Ever been called a Tease: all the time
Ever been Beaten up: by my brother
Ever Shoplifted: nope
How do you want to Die: courageously , like a shooting at school and trying to get that bastard thats shooting saving somebody's life
What do you want to be when you Grow Up: what ever life gives me…Snowboarder
What country would you most like to Visit: Australia
In a Boy/Girl
Favorite Eye Color: blue
Favorite Hair Color: blond/ brown
Short or Long Hair: long
Height: shorter then me but taller the 5 feet
Weight: medium I guess
Best Clothing Style: punk, snowboarder
Number of Drugs I have taken: none
Number of CDs I own: tons and tons
Number of Piercings: none
Number of Tattoos: none
Number of things in my Past I Regret: to many, but its all good
Taylor Swift
I just got Taylor Swifts new Ablum its AMAZING... God I LOVE HER. Its just not that she's SUPER CUTE her music hits me i don't know how to explain it its hard. I was suicidal in the past but since I have heard her sing it gives me hope. I know I know that sounds pretty lame. If I could just meet her it would make me life. But her music just makes me feel like... I don't know... She sings about stuff I'm going through or that i have gone through and probaly things I'm that I am gonna go through... Like i said if I could just meet her i don't know what i would do... I would probaly have a heart attack
I'd Be This Boyfriend
I don't care if you have a boyfriend or girlfriend right now.... I dont care if you are a guy or a woman or Michael Jackson..... just read this, it will make a difference..... When she stares at your mouth [ Kiss her ] When she pushes you or hits you like a dumb ass cuz she thinks shes stronger than you [ Grab her and dont let go ] When she starts cursing at you tryin to act all tuff [ Kiss her and tell her you love her ] When she's quiet [ Ask her whats wrong ] When she ignores you [ Give her your attention ] When she pulls away [ Pull her back ] When you see her at her worst [ Tell her she's beautiful ] When you see her start crying [Just hold her and dont say a word ] When you see her walking [ Sneak up and hug her waist from behind ] When she's scared [ Protect her ] When she steals your favorite hat [ Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night] When she teases you [ Tease her back and make her laugh ] When she doesn't answer for a long time [ reassure her that everything is okay ] When she looks at you with doubt [ Back yourself up ] When she says that she likes you [SHE REALLY DOES MORE THAN YOU COULD UNDERSTAND!!!] When she grabs at your hands [ Hold her's and play with her fingers ] When she bumps into you; [ bump into her back and make her laugh ] When she tells you a secret [ keep it safe and untold even if you break up] When she looks at you in your eyes [ dont look away until she does ] When she says it's over [ she still wants you to be hers ] When she reposts this bulletin [ she wants you to read it ] - Stay on the phone with her even if she's not saying anything. - When she's mad hug her tight and don't let go - When she says she's ok dont believe it, talk with her - because 10 yrs later she'll remember you - Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her - Treat her like she's all that matters to you. - Stay up all night with her when she's sick. - Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think it's stupid. - Give her the world. - Let her wear your clothes. - When she's bored and sad, hang out with her. - Let her know she's important. - Kiss her in the pouring rain. - When she runs up to you crying, the first thing you say is; "Whose ass am I kicking baby?" If you do post this in the next four minutes the one you love will Call you... Kiss you... Love you...... Text you......... Guys post as: " I'd be this boyfriend." Girls post as: A real Boyfriend." and if u do not re-post this within 3 minutes you'll have bad luck with the person u love
Dont read this if ur under 13
This may make you sick! Why do we sleep in church, but when the cerimony is over we suddenly wake up? Why is it so hard to talk about God, but so easy to talk about sex? Why are we so bored when we look at a Christian magazine, but find it easy to read Playboy? Why is it so easy to ignore a Godly myspace message, Yet we repost the nasty ones? Why are churches getting smaller, But bars and clubs are growing? Think about it, are you going to repost this? Are you going to ignore it, cause you think you'll get laughed at? Just remember God is always watching you. Repost this as "Don't read if you're under 13." 80 % of you wont repost this. The Lord said: "If you deny me infront of your friends, I will deny you infront of my father."
RENEA (this is for you)
To Write Love On Her Arms Pedro the Lion is loud in the speakers, and the city waits just outside our open windows. She sits and sings, legs crossed in the passenger seat, her pretty voice hiding in the volume. Music is a safe place and Pedro is her favorite. It hits me that she won't see this skyline for several weeks, and we will be without her. I lean forward, knowing this will be written, and I ask what she'd say if her story had an audience. She smiles. "Tell them to look up. Tell them to remember the stars." would rather write her a song, because songs don't wait to resolve, and because songs mean so much to her. Stories wait for endings, but songs are brave things bold enough to sing when all they know is darkness. These words, like most words, will be written next to midnight, between hurricane and harbor, as both claim to save her. Renee is 19. When I meet her, cocaine is fresh in her system. She hasn't slept in 36 hours and she won't for another 24. It is a familiar blur of coke, pot, pills and alcohol. She has agreed to meet us, to listen and to let us pray. We ask Renee to come with us, to leave this broken night. She says she'll go to rehab tomorrow, but she isn't ready now. It is too great a change. We pray and say goodbye and it is hard to leave without her. She has known such great pain; haunted dreams as a child, the near-constant presence of evil ever since. She has felt the touch of awful naked men, battled depression and addiction, and attempted suicide. Her arms remember razor blades, fifty scars that speak of self-inflicted wounds. Six hours after I meet her, she is feeling trapped, two groups of "friends" offering opposite ideas. Everyone is asleep. The sun is rising. She drinks long from a bottle of liquor, takes a razor blade from the table and locks herself in the bathroom. She cuts herself, using the blade to write "FUCK UP" large across her left forearm. The nurse at the treatment center finds the wound several hours later. The center has no detox, names her too great a risk, and does not accept her. For the next five days, she is ours to love. We become her hospital and the possibility of healing fills our living room with life. It is unspoken and there are only a few of us, but we will be her c hurch, the body of Christ coming alive to meet her needs, to write love on her arms. She is full of contrast, more alive and closer to death than anyone I've known, like a Johnny Cash song or some theatre star. She owns attitude and humor beyond her 19 years, and when she tells me her story, she is humble and quiet and kind, shaped by the pain of a hundred lifetimes. I sit privileged but breaking as she shares. Her life has been so dark yet there is some soft hope in her words, and on consecutive evenings, I watch the prettiest girls in the room tell her that she's beautiful. I think it's God reminding her. I've never walked this road, but I decide that if we're going to run a five-day rehab, it is going to be the coolest in the country. It is going to be rock and roll. We start with the basics; lots of fun, too much Starbucks and way too many cigarettes Thursday night she is in the balcony for Band Marino, Orlando's finest. They are indie-folk-fabulous, a movement disguised as a circus. She loves them and she smiles when I point out the A&R man from Atlantic Europe, in town from London just to catch this show. She is in good seats when the Magic beat the Sonics the next night, screaming like a lifelong fan with every Dwight Howard dunk. On the way home, we stop for more coffee and books, Blue Like Jazz and (Anne Lamott's) Travelling Mercies. On Saturday, the Taste of Chaos tour is in town and I'm not even sure we can get in, but doors do open and minutes after parking, we are on stage for Thrice, one of her favorite bands. She stands ten feet from the drummer, smiling constantly. It is a bright moment there in the music, as light and rain collide above the stage. It feels like healing. It is certainly hope. Sunday night is church and many gather after the service to pray for Renee, this her last night before entering rehab. Some are strangers but all are friends tonight. The prayers move from broken to bold, all encouraging. We're talking to God but I think as much, we're talking to her, telling her she's loved, saying she does not go alone. One among us knows her best. Ryan sits in the corner strumming an acoustic guitar, singing songs she's inspired. After church our house fills with friends, there for a few more moments before goodbye. Everyone has some gift for her, some note or hug or piece of encouragement. She pulls me aside and tells me she would like to give me something. I smile surprised, wondering what it could be. We walk through the crowded living room, to the garage and her stuff. She hands me her last razor blade, tells me it is the one she used to cut her arm and her last lines of cocaine five nights before. She's had it with her ever since, shares that tonight will be the hardest night and she shouldn't have it. I hold it carefully, thank her and know instantly that this moment, this gift, will stay with me. It hits me to wonder if this great feeling is what Christ knows when we surrender our broken hearts, when we trade death for life. As we arrive at the treatment center, she finishes: "The stars are always there but we miss them in the dirt and clouds. We miss them in the storms. Tell them to remember hope. We have hope." I have watched life come back to her, and it has been a privilege. When our time with her began, someone suggested shifts but that is the language of business. Love is something better. I have been challenged and changed, reminded that love is that simple answer to so many of our hardest questions. Don Miller says we're called to hold our hands against the wounds of a broken world, to stop the bleeding. I agree so greatly. We often ask God to show up. We pray prayers of rescue. Perhaps God would ask us to be that rescue, to be His body, to move for things that matter. He is not invisible when we come alive. I might be simple but more and more, I believe God works in love, speaks in love, is revealed in our love. I have seen that this week and honestly, it has been simple: Take a broken girl, treat her like a famous princess, give her the best seats in the house. Buy her coffee and cigarettes for the coming down, books and bathroom things for the days ahead. Tell her something true when all she's known are lies. Tell her God loves her. Tell her about forgiveness, the possibility of freedom, tell her she was made to dance in white dresses. All these things are true. We are only asked to love, to offer hope to the many hopeless. We don't get to choose all the endings, but we are asked to play the rescuers. We won't solve all mysteries and our hearts will certainly break in such a vulnerable life, but it is the best way. We were made to be lovers bold in broken places, pouring ourselves out again and again until we're called home. I have learned so much in one week with one brave girl. She is alive now, in the patience and safety of rehab, covered in marks of madness but choosing to believe that God makes things new, that He meant hope and healing in the stars. She would ask you to remember.
Emmalinee
hi (:
posted 2 weeks ago
Snuggleblade
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posted Jun 14
thanks x]
posted Mar 24
kenziepaige
mormon hippie eh? we should get along great. ;)
posted Mar 12
Joe
hey, if you like upbeat acoustic music then you should
check out my stuff... i just released 2 new songs, hope
you like them.
posted Jan 01
Allie
haha hay thanks.. hows it goin?
posted Oct 07
SARAH!
hello there. you have good taste in musicc (:
posted Oct 05
sveetshan
heyy thanx for the add (:
posted Sep 24