My name is Taylor, born in Vernon; and raised in almost every Province that could come to mind. I have blue eyes, and guy-long brown hair. I've never been a very sociable person, but I'll do just about anything to make someone laugh. I tend to procrastinate, but if I have my heart set, I wont stop until I've done it. I often surprise people, when I feel strongly about a subject and speak my mind. I spend more time thinking about what has been, what will be, what could be, and what should be than what's going on around me. I'm a writer and an artist, although both of those have been taken away from me for the time being. I feel more at home in a tree than in a house. I have a strange fascination with the moon and night sky. People have the unhealthy tendancy to look down on me and live to regret it, although I usualy have an overly-passive personality. I used to play more video games than was healthy, but I can still take anyone to school. I've been told I'm a nerd but, they couldn't touch me on the track. Is there much else to say?






Always remember the people you love.



Hold your friends close; for true friends are a rare treasure in this world.



Don't live in the moment, live FOR the moment.

Never forget, never regret; always persist.

My friends are the most important aspect of my life. I don't think I'd ever be able to replace the ones I have now. I like to just yell for no reason, to run with no destination plan, to jump and not care where I land. I've lived many places but the only place I have ever been able to truely call home is Vernon. I love to read, to write, to draw! I'll go to moronic lengths to get someone to smile. My favourite animal? Why that would be the wolf. The night is my favourite time, and the Moon my favourite object.

Well, I just don't like people in general. I think their overly destructing, back-stabbing, sneaky, thieving, lazy, beggars; to put it shortly anyways. Of course, I don't hate everyone. Just most people.

Ignorance is the bane of mankind, the bottomless well of our overwhelming sense that the whole world should rightly belong to us.

Lies and truth, where can you draw the line; between fact, and fiction? Is there a line to be drawn, when you live in a world of endless possibilities? Is there such thing as a lie? The truth? The truth is what you make it to be, it can be the sharpest sword, or the dullest stick. I live by morals, ideals, a foundation for how I live my life. In my life, the truth is all I have; and I will make it known. I wont twist my words with poison, or wrap them in dark shadows. I will bear my words to the world in light, and maybe the light will guide another to do the same.