Imagine a city where graffiti wasn’t illegal, a city where everybody could draw wherever they liked. Where every street was awash with a million colors and little phrases. Where standing at a bus stop was never boring. A city that felt like a living breathing thing which belonged to everybody. Imagine a city like that and stop leaning against the wall- its wet.I am SteF. I intend to make it in the Marketing/Anthropology industry and become a Multi Million!! Billion!! Trillion!!! Dollar Tycoon!!!!! and Discover missing links to human evolution...Im going to be a Marketing Executive by day and Anthropologist by night.. Its a crazy dream but im going to make it. Ms. Medrano (Archeological-Paleoanthropologist)
MORE ABOUT ME**** The more you get to know me the more complicated I am to understand....i dont believe in destiny. if you want something to happen, you make it happen. i expect nothing from people. when i do, thats when i get into trouble. i dont wash clothes that often. i wear the same clothes more then once a week (i sniff to see if there clean). my socks never match. i wash my hair once a week. i occasionally have dirt under my nails. i wear yesterdays eyeliner. The shower is my sanctuary. i feel free to let anything I have built up inside go. In times of sadness it washes my tears away. i look at myself naked in the mirror to see if anything has changed and because there’s always room for improvement. i feel alot more confident if my hair is curled. i drink. i smoke. im a book worm. i love athropology (we did not, i repeat, we did not evolve from monkeys). My teacher and my parents told me they were proud of me once....i believed my teacher. i dont forgive and forget.ive been hurt, but its ok i returned the favor. For every action theres an equal and opposite reaction. i am growing up very slowly (from an anthropological perspective i think it has something to do with evolution but thats just me). i am very artistic but as much as i try, i will never be able to sing. i can draw very well but i only do it to show off, and after a while i get bored and stop. i fear failing at something I’ve worked so hard for. i dont like telling people my future plans because if i fail, i fail in public instead of in private. i take extreme measures to poop in solitude. my 1998 honda civic knows all my secrets. i have $6 in my pocket until next thursday, todays friday. i dont like the fact that my parents try to change me. i will always be the opposite of what people want me to be. i dont follow trends (usually). i am not friends with a lot of girls, girls are stupid. i dont like listening to their stupid girl problems, which is why the majority of my friends are guys, i like telling them my girl problems. i cut myself short too much. i stick around when i should walk away just to see what will happen next. i grew up alot faster then i should have in one day and i saw and heard more than my eyes and ears could handle. you know how they say what doesnt kill you makes you stronger (thats bull shit)....i would rather erase certain moments/events that made me "stronger" and the people associated with them to be the "weak" person i was before. what happends after your happy? am i happy? do i want to be? i don’t want too much of anything. i let things fall apart sometimes because it is alot easier then keeping them together. for once......for once! i want to cry because im happy. i need someone to believe in me. im not a saint, im just me, so if thats not good enough, then fuuuuuuuuck you! Dont chase me unless your going to catch me. To be continued.......
I make everyone believe that i like to be different, but really i just dont know how to fit in........ i wouldnt have it any other way............. ha!