It's ROBYN, not Robin. Thanks.
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My moods change about as quick as the Louisiana weather. I can honestly say that I'm the most interesting, if not the most infuriating person, I've ever met. For most people, I'm just a bit too much to handle, and that's ok. I don't want to occupy my time trying to please someone who'll never understand anyway. I talk way too much, and I really hate when people tell me it. I'm pretty sensitive even though I try rea' hard to seem like a hard ass. I cry for the most ridiculous things. And when I cry, I cry.
I'm truly random. I make stupid noises all the time, it's to the point that Jeremy doesn't notice me moo'ing in the back ground, or singing in a shrill voice while he's trying to talk to someone else. I break out in random geeky dances while I'm around him, I'm not exactly sure why, I think he just brings out the weirdness in me. And it's pretty funny to see his facial expression that's pleading with me to stop being such a dork.
I can never make these things short, no matter how much I try. Like I said, I like to talk. At times I'm pretty self-centered. Oh, and I have a mean, vicious temper that strikes without warning. I don't even see it coming. It's pretty hard to deal with, but eh, I'm trying.
I love the smell of roses. The way sunlight looks shining in through blinds on a window makes me feel like the world is a beautiful place. I enjoy taking pictures. I can't find my "hidden" talent. Oh and beejeezus, I love music. It's almost to the point of obsession. If a song plays and I don't know the title and artist, I make a POINT to find out. I'm a music enclylopedia according to my friends. When I burn CDs that are actual CDs the artist made I make sure the songs were in the original order like on the CD. I try to keep up with the world news even though it makes me terribly depressed. I always say I'm going to give up on whatever it is that's giving me trouble, but I never do. I'm too hard headed to give up. I complain, a lot. And if you have a problem with that, well, honey, I don't know what to tell you besides go away. I can't seem to get along with girls, which is fine by me, most of them are selfcentered, catty bitches anyway. Fake people aren't even worth my time. I contemplate the strangest of things, I always ask a million questions. I hate to be alone. I'm a self-proclaimed germaphobic. I try to underestimate things so I won't be disappointed. Jeremy loves me because I'm a geek, I love him because he's everything that completes me. Oh, and I hate splitting poles while I'm walking with someone. It's freakish, I know.To sum it all up? I'm crazy, a tangled mess, a big bundle of life all wrapped up in this little ol' body.
Oh, telling me that I'm "hot" and that you're "better than my boyfriend in all ways" is not going to make me leave him. I don't know of any guy that would treat their girlfriend as amazing as Jeremy treats me. Sure, he fishes..a lot. And he might be a bit rough around the edges when it comes to all that mushy gushy romantic stuff..but he's simply the most amazing thing that has ever happen to me. He's a goofball, and his lack of knowledge when it comes to most anything besides fishing amazes me and makes me laugh. And my lack of common sense seems to amuse him just as much.
Simply enough, I love him.
