Laura

I'm Laura. I'm Mexican, but look white. I'm generally really nice, but get irritated very fast. I change moods in the drop of a hat. I speak before I think. I'm a natural red head; don't ask, it annoys the fuck out of me. I'm always sick. I'm always on my phone, but I hardly ever answer if you call. I'm a pervert. I hang out with guys more than girls. I burp, fart, and pick my nose in public. I love my dog. I'm always listening to music. I interpret dreams in my spare time. I remember important dates, but forget what I did the day before. I hate long hair. I love my family and friends. I'm always singing. Paganism and Wicca fascinate me. I'm hungry every 2 hours. I hate doing my hair. I HATE bugs; I will kill one on sight, harmful or not. I'm a real bitch sometimes. I never know what to say. I don't have a lot of time for myself. I have a short attention span. I love playing with make-up. I'm lactose intolerant. I don't get enough sleep. I snort when I laugh. I'm a picky eater. I'm a manager at Wendy's. I go to AVC. I'm paranoid when left alone. My relationship with God is now stronger than it's ever been. I'm extremely sarcastic. I can't sit still. I sleep with my legs crossed. I'm a daddy's girl. I don't really eat red meat or pork anymore. I have many pet peeves. I hate being ignored. I hate carbonated drinks. I'm terrified of knives, clowns, and the chupakabra (seriously). I get bored easily. I'm only girly when I want to be. I always draw on myself. I'm a smartass. I have a crude sense of humor. I'm loud, obnoxious, and obscene. I love the beach. I hate this town. I'm clumsy. I play 5 instruments. I can lick my elbow and my nose. I have bad knees. I don't drink, smoke, or do drugs. I have anxiety. I'm always stressed out. I laugh at everything. I never get the joke. I smile wayyy too much. I talk too much. I'm a kid at heart. I'm impatient. I hate being late. I have everything and everyone I need. I still have a lot to learn. I've made my share of mistakes. I'm not better than anyone, and no one is better than me. Any questions?

"For We are Nothing Without Brotherhood..."
"...and Brotherhood is Nothing Without Your Brothers."

"No matter how long we exist, we have our memories. Points in time which time itself cannot erase. Suffering may distort my backward glances, but even to suffering, some memories will yield nothing of their beauty or their splendor. Rather they remain as hard as gems."