I'm so bored.
I'm in love with Jack Dawson. I know everyone was in 1997, but hey, I was 2 years old then. So I'm in love with him NOW. ;)
I take a nap like every day, go to bed late, and am tired for work the nest morning. Never fails.
I have a better emotional response to music when I'm in bed than when I'm outside. I guess I can concentrate on it better or something.
I procrastinate well. I know everyone does, but mine is like almost a serious case, like a I-don't-know-if-I'll-get-into-college case. Stupid habits.
I don't appreciate milk, pork, chicken, steak, cheese, peanut butter, Mexican food, strawberries, or apples like people should. I'm extremely picky.
I blow e-very-thing out of proportion. WAY out of proportion. Scarily out of proportion.
I have scars all over my legs. Sad thing? They're all from bug bites and me scratching them over and over again. Sigh.
I love biking to the library. I COULD ask my sister to drive me, but I like to have sweat pouring down my back when I walk in, like "Oh yeah, I just biked in 96-degree weather, and YOU drove. Ahahaha."
I have a very, very, VERY thin skin. It's gotten a lot better, but it took a lot to get a thick one. Thus, I can laugh things off much better now.
I always tell myself that the sun will come out eventually, if not tomorrow, and I gotta keep going. Optimist? I don't label myself in that area. That's just my mantra.
My nails are awful. My guy friends have better nails than me, and that's wrong.
I still leap into bed after turning off the light. Stupid dark.
Green olives, marinated mushrooms and gumbo are my loves.
I used to sing in the shower. But, guess what? I found the garage is better.
I love life sometimes. I mean, like REALLY crying-a-bucketload-of-tears happy and all. I love those times.
My mom asked me if I had had my first kiss a while ago. Nope, I haven't. My guess? It'll be a stage kiss.