![]() I am epically awesome. Okay, maybe that was too not modest. Anyways, I like writing but don't feel like publishing stuff because I'm too lazy. Like the rest of our generation. I'm obsessed with shooting stars, snowflakes, bubbles, and blackberries. (This stuff is not tomboyish enough for my liking, but it's the cold, hard truth.) My best friends all make me laugh. I hate popular stuck up people. I'd rather be at school than at home where my boredom reaches extreme levels. You can't pull me out of a good book unless my life depended on it. I can't live without my iPod, but I need to update my songs. I fear that my friends will start drifting away. I strongly dislike Lady Gaga's weirdness. Posters of Justin Bieber annoy me, but his songs are okay. Twilight grosses me out, and the only awesome character is Alice. I can't believe Taylor Swift hasn't gone bad for the last four years that she's been "in", and writes/co-writes ALL her songs. OMG. Okay, okay, the only part of my life that is tomboy is my style...I think. Yeah, people still tell me that I'm overly self-conscious, but I will NOT flip my hair every five seconds, unlike SOMEONE *coughcoughcough*. And no matter what, I prefer laughing my head off to going, "Like, OMG, he's like TOTALLY CUTE!!!" *constipated look* Every time I hear that in the hallways, I want to permanently BARF OUT MY INSIDES. Like I could care less... I think that laughing is the cure to...well, I can't say "everything" because it can't cure autism, or cancer, or naturally perverted people. Or death. But nothing cures death. And corpses can't laugh. (Not that I know of, anyways) There's a snapshot of my life. I know, I have a weird life. Everyone's unique, after all. |
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