First off, my name is Maggie May. Like you didn’t already know that, right? I live in Hicksville, USA near Detroit. When I say Hicksville I mean Hicksville. Like our only noise ordinance is that you can not run your farm equipment between 10 and 6. I am often found to be awake by 6.30 during “hayin’” season. It really isn’t that bad, the smell is amazing, especially at 6am. You can take the girl out of the country but you can’t take the country out of the girl. I work as a cook at Big Boy. That’s pretty fun (if you can ignore the oil in your pores). My friends are everything to me; without my friends I may not be sitting here writing this right now. Well, my music and writing played a big part in that too. I play the flute; I’ve played it for 8 years now and I EL-OH-VEE-EE, LOVE to write. Poems, short stories, plays, speeches; you name it, I’ve written it. I’m started my second year of college at the end of August this year. I kind of screwed up my first year, but I’m over that now. I realized what a mistake I made. I have taken a vow to buckle down from fall term on. A lot of people have told me I should be a writer. My English Professor told me that I should go to Berkley and study writing, but that’s really not what I want to spend my life doing. I mean, writing is probably my first true love. And there is this special joy that I can only get from seeing MY words, MY thoughts in black and white, out there, for the world to see, to judge. But if you were to add money to the equation, I would be rapped of that joy and left in anguish. No, my life goal is to be sitting up on Capitol Hill, in the burgundy chair, behind the mahogany desk in the Oval Office. Once I get my B.A. in Political Science I am going to begin my odyssey to that burgundy chair while after getting my law degree. It’s going to take a lot of work and dedication, but I think I can handle it. You may think that I’m a little cocky. If so, you will also be correct in thinking that I don’t care. If you are going to judge me by a picture and a paragraph then I don’t need you. Why don’t you just go back to your whoring and pc4pcing and leave me out of it. I don’t need your Top 8 mama drama. I take great pride in the fact that I’m Straight Edge. I don’t judge how much fun I had that night by how much of it I don’t remember the next morning. My idea of an action packed night is three Full Throttles, 8 hours of DDR and Pop, Lock and Droppin’ it till it hurts. The greatest high I can get is the one I get on life. I hate it when people that I care about make stupid and careless mistakes. If you go out and get high on something that isn’t life, don’t hesitate to call me, I will be your Designated Dan. I would much rather be woken up at 2am by a drunken friend needing a ride home then be woken up at 3am by a hysterical mom or very sober cop because your mangled body was found in some ditch somewhere. We all make mistakes, but lets not make the grandiose one. I am a teen, and I am a republican. What’s more is that I think G-Dogg is doing a bang up job. He has made some controversial decisions, but what would you do if you were in his place? Unless you know for a fact that your decisions would have turned better results keep your trap shut. He has done the best he can with the cards that he has been dealt. I do my best to not let my political views interfere, but sometimes they get the best of me. Some people have adamant views about religion, their favorite videogames, movies or T.V. shows, I have adamant views on politics. My mind is made up and nothing you can possibly say will change my mind. I can (and most likely will) find something wrong with your liberal ideas. One think I will not do is have a myspace political argument; I just can’t allow myself to sink to that level. I view myspace arguments like the Special Olymics, even if you win your still retarted. People take this place too seriously. I’m just here to meet people and make my voice heard. I have a lot to say, if people would just pay me some attention. I like to see my words in black and white, for the world to see, to judge. I ask you judge the words, least not the speaker.