Aubsequious...

This profile was made at Whateverlife.com! :)Hello :).
Some of you may know me as Aubrey.
Others may not know me at all.
I am 18 in the month of May.
Brown hair, blue eyes.
I like many things.
Guys are good.
Mis and Ellie are better.
Laughing so hard that I either cry or snort .
HUGS!!!!
Sarcasm. The best thing ever.
Work, believe it or not :).
Going shopping.
PAYDAY!
Diet Pepsi.
Iced tea.
The word “tweed”.
Dancing in the rain.
Rain, period.
COLDSTONE.
Going to Novice concerts.
CAMP!!
Big words.
Hanging out with Lori, Josh, and Eleanor at In-N-Out after midnight.
Hiding delicious tea underneath a massive company fridge in the movie theatre.
Being kidnapped ;D.
Making funny faces.
"Running" at night around my neighborhood.
Boxes o' Cookies!!!
Playing hackeysack.
Having a laughing disease!
DOIN' THE "AUBREY DANCE”.
Singing along really loud to every song on the radio while you're driving by yourself.
Singing along really loud to every song on the radio while you’re driving with your best friend.
Switching cars in the middle of a parking garage.
Summer vacation!
Photography.
Black and white.
Chocolate cake on top of a plain ruffles chip on top of sauceless pepperoni pizza.
Being swung around in circles or given piggy back rides.
Beating Tanner up.
Watching Josh get sprayed in the face with diet coke.
Java customers.
Going to the gym!
Ditching the gym for pancakes.
Eating those pancakes on swings in Park Hill!
Flapjacks on Saturday mornings!
Teen girl squad impersonations.
Playing hide-and-go-seek with our cars in the middle of the night.
5-year old cousins that like to hold my hand on the beach.
Disneyland.
Christmas.
Snow.
Italian and Mexican food.
Cheeseburgers and fries.
Curly fries...
Okay just food in general.
I don’t like things, too.
People.
Drama. (Not theatre, but gossipy crap.)
Bugs.
Birds.
Tomato Sauce.
Mustard.
Cherry Flavoring.
Nacho cheese.
Salami.
Some Java customers.
Fake people.
Egos. (Not eggos.)
Swearing.
Deceit.
Homework.
The color gold.
Most perfume.
Sunburns.
Dirty socks.
Hairy backs.
Pollen.
Jungle babies.
Jealousy.
Braces.
Girls that can’t blend foundation.
Telemarketers.
Abortion.
Cheesy poetry.
Flannel.
Wannabes.
Rhinestones.
The words “sexy” and “lover”.
Dry Skin.
Waiting in line for a drink and then they get your order wrong.
Taking somebody home and then being informed that they need to be back where you picked them up.
Driving my sister and her friends around.
When your leg gets stuck to a plastic chair and then the marks stay there for a while.
Hitting any bone that protrudes from my body on doorknobs, cutting corners too short, or just being plain clumsy.
Asthma.
That I have no musical or any ability whatsoever.
Not understanding something.
Pencils.
Being woken up early and then told to go back to sleep but you can’t.
That I am allergic to Ibuprofen.
Ode de old people.
Ode de K-Mart.
Ode de Burger King.
Heat.
Dog poop.