I've always promised myself that I would sit down and type up an about me worth reading, but I know that will never happen. Describing myself is like explaining to a child how Santa isn't real, if you would ever be so heartless as to do so. All I am is a disappointment, to most at least. Hopefully those who stick with me will see me rise above the rest and shine the way I was born to shine. As of right now, I'm just fine with being a slacker, and not worrying about my future. I enjoy being the girl who isn't afraid to be herself, and who goes out of her way to make someone feel awkward. Needless to say, I live life one day at a time; take it as it comes.
Sometimes I wish my personality were more simple. I want to think that I'm two different people mixed up into one body. The difference between the two is day and night; immature one minute, talking about dead babies and Kit-Kat bars, then considerate and understanding, the next. I've noticed that my mood changes depending on the music that I'm listening, and the people I am talking to.
I'm almost positive you've never met anyone like me. I stand up for what I believe in, whether it's right or wrong. I'm rude, disgusting, yet somehow classy at the same time. Sure, you could call me a train wreck, I don't mind; I just prefer the term "walking contradiction". It's who I am, though, and if you cannot accept that, it's your loss. I'm one of the best friends you could ever meet if you give me a chance, just don't assume that I want to get to know you. Don't ask me a lot of questions, the answers you are looking for will come out with time.
I am optimistic. I try to look on the bright side of everything. I'm also a smart-ass, so if I put out the glum, sarcasm is probably the reason. I'm always curling my toes, and infomercials seem to hypnotize me. I count everything, and I mumble to myself under my breath. I can easily fit three fingers through the holes of my ears, and I always forget important things. I'm self destructive in ways you wouldn't believe; I'm extremely clumsy, and can't believe that I'm still in once piece. I practice body modification, and have strong opinions about it. I don't care if you've got 40 holes in your face, and your earlobes sag down to your belly button... I know that most of you do it all for the wrong reasons. But hey, live and let live, right?
My name is Bg Clements, and I'm an aspiring media cosmetologist.
P.S. Drama is gay, and totally not worth shit.
