MySpace a place for friends

My name's Hunter, and I'm a voice major at University of North Texas. I like music, movies, and hanging out with some good friends. I do not like people who don't know how to use intersections, skirts who cheat, or losing money at poker.

There are certain things I say over...and over again...dunno why, but if your around me enough...you'll notice...to say the least...

Hunter's catch phrases:

It's whatever...
Thanks for hanging out.
I know what your thinking...
it's all I'm saying' (if all I'm saying was all I ever said people would still get an ear full)

But it's important that you don't get those confused with my philosophy...that I also say over and over all the time.

Hunter's Philosophy:

"Life is a constant struggle between what you want, and what your not willing to give up."
"A man who has never had to deal with sandpaper can never really appreciate silk."
(more to come)

My life has a sound track. I can hear the music that is playing all the time whether we acknowledge it or not. All the songs mean something to me. A whole lot of songs make me remember and bring me back to places and times I'll never be at again. Mostly beautiful, mostly painfull. But I can close my eyes and for only just a second, I can feel a memory touch me. Either I'm back again in front of all the people, and they hang on every sylable that eminates from my mouth like a tangable energy, and force, and I feel again like a child, I bare my chest like a the hero, the knight, but inside so scared I cant move because my legs legs are worth only as much as the weight they hold up until finaly I kill the last note so hard the people jump out of their seats without even knowing and the cheers spill over me like a wave. Or Im flying! Zipping over the water, with the anthem of that never ending summer, and the faces of my comrades forever golden and young in our childhood imortal gone back to their lives as am I, or maybe for just a second she's back so close to me I can feel her hair sliping through my fingers and her soft hands on my forarm and I can breath her in like fresh air. If you could go back for a minute and be importal or invincible or touch the angel would you? Would you then understand what it means to me, and why I love music?