AIM - melissa sharlene
deviantART - dyingximmortality
give me envy, give me malice
melissa sharlene is my first and middle names.
I'm more amazing than you could ever be.
november twenty-seventh, nineteen-ninety is my birthdate.
I guess you can say that I'm pretty young..
I graduated from luke m. powers catholic high school on june first, two-thousand and eight.
I will be attending the university of michigan -ann arbor- this fall.
my friends are better than yours.
they're fantastically rad and keep me sane.
I love them to death and beyond. [lessthanthree]
(.. you know you're jealous.)
Little things make me happy. 3
I love music more than anything. I like to say that I am a violinist. I make wishes at 11:11. I hate it when people butcher my last name. I have trouble controlling the volume of my voice when I speak. I have dreadful eyesight. I am a hopeless romantic. I procrastinate like no other. I wish I could be a better person than I am. I love getting hugs and piggy-back rides. I'd pick Myspace over Facebook any day. I'm not always very straight-forward. I have a constantly-changing taste in music, but it's generally the same. I hate the sound of my laugh. I'm not as old as I should be. I am easily confused. I very likely have an addiction to caffeine.
I so dearly love to laugh. I hate Myspace's concept of top friends. I might end up playing with your hair whilst you attempt to carry a conversation. I freaking love to travel. I've come to realize that I don't hate specific people-- I'm only disappointed in them. I repeat myself sometimes. I've probably accumulated a lifetime of bad luck and fucked up relationships from ignoring forwarded messages and chain letters. I hate it when people go through my personal writing-notebooks. I am quite easily amused. I have a tendency to notice errors in am a spellingandgrammar-nazi.
I bite my nails a lot. I can manage to have the maturity of a twenty-three-year-old, but the attention span of a kindergartener. I am, unfortunately, extremely ticklish. I fall a lot (both emotionally and physically). I never feel old enough-- only young. I fucking love mocha frappuccinos and regular mochas. I have my mother's artistic and creative genes. Sometimes I say things that I don't really mean. I can't stand it when people can't spell simple words (not being due to a type-oh). I love cranberries and raspberries. I don't get enough sleep. I'm extremely indecisive. I need music and people in order to survive.
