I once took out 23 novels from the library at once.
I had to carry them all in a very big stack.
You would have thought I was doing a bunch of papers on them.
But since then I bring a bag with me. Because often enough, I’m taking out more then I can carry.
And do I regret doing that?
Not. One. Bit.
When I was about three-years-old…
I once walked up to a very large man and asked him if he was pregnant.
No shame.
When I was younger I slipped and flew down the stairs landing face first on the floor and bruising my nose.
I don’t even know how it happened but it hurt.
I find it really amusing that my ex’s mom still has me on Facebook.
I pondered about this once, wondering why she still had me.
And then it dawned on me.
She only keeps me around because she knows I’ll send her stuff for the apps.
… That or she keeps me around to spy on me.
I don’t even care but I find it really amusing.
This is my 2,000th post on this account!
So I’m a do a fun event.
Seeing how its 2012.
Twelve years ago on this day…
I was seven-years-old.
I lived in this house I live in now.
At this moment of time I was probably outside with my neighbor, Valerie.
Even though I own a cell phone,
The most use it gets is being an alarm clock.
I have no one to text, even though I have a bundle for free texting to Verizon members and 250 free texts to other phone companies/social networking sites.
Shame, really. ;w;
its because none of my friends text me. i use to get texts all the time but that was with my ex and yeah.
If you asked me who knew the most about me right now, I’d give you one answer:
And that would be Umma.
I met her in 2010 over MySpace through roleplaying.
Believe it or not, before we became actual friends, we had spoken before. Anyway.
From then and now she’s become one of my bestest friends. She knows so much about me and can always tell if something’s up. Even when I’m trying to hide it.
She’s a dork and a bit slow sometimes, but I love her.
She’s the big sister I always wanted, that person I can turn to when I need some female help. Or anything, really.
She’s my best friend, my Umma, the Toph to my Katara, my rock, my cheerleader, etc.
She spends countless times reminding me that I can do anything and that I’m great at something. Even if I don’t want to hear it and disagree.
Yeah.
LUFF YOU, UMMA.
I have a tendency to block people out when I’m lost in thought.
I wouldn’t say that I daydream often (though most of the time I do) but.
Often someone will find me staring off into the distance. I often get asked,
“What are you staring at?” and I reply with
“Nothing, just thinking.”
Its a bad habit in a way because people often think I’m listening when in reality…
I’m not.
I have the somewhat ability to remember everything I’ve read in the novels I’ve read.
Even ones from years ago that I haven’t touched in almost three/four/five years… I can remember the plot exactly.
My friend Rea thinks it was amazing.
… Or did she think it was crazy…
Cats, Pandas, Owls, Wolves, and Brown Bears are some of my favourite animals ever.
But Cats, Owls, and Wolves take the cake.
Even if my dad tells me no one will want me because I have so many scars on my body…
My scars make me who I am and tell a story of every crash and burn I dealt with.
I’m very proud of my scars.
And when I have children, I can go,
“You see this scar? I got it doing what you’re about to do. SO DON’T DO IT.”
I adore Disney and Pixar films.
I could honestly watch them over and over.
I will always watch them air on TV.
Even if my dad tells me it’s stupid.
I will always watch them.
If there was a way for me to jump into a book and live with the characters, I would do it in a heart beat.
No questions asked.
No strings attached.
I would do it in a heart beat.
And I would never look back.
I’m actually very childish.
I might have my mature moments, but in reality?
I’m very childish and I like to let go and goof off.
Some people don’t like that, but.
Honestly? I don’t care.
I’m usually not that much of a touchy-feel type of person. Ever since I was little I would cringe away from hugs and snuggles. Even now I sometimes just tighten up and lock up and stand there until I’m released.
But if you’re really special to me? I’ll allow all the hugs and cuddles. Even the snuggles. I mean, I love giving hugs. I love clinging to people.
But then there’s some days where I just lock up and shove all affection away.
/weird forever.
/also forever alone.
/wait no.
/5EVER.
