I am an 18-year-old female who is unsure as to why she is 18 and not 25, which is how old I often feel. I am a first year college student, though technically a sophomore at my current institution of higher learning, which is Greenville College located in Greenville, Illinois, also known as, The Middle of Nowhere. I am an agnostic attending a private Christian school where I am required to give up alcohol, cigarettes, drugs, sex, cussing, lying, cheating, homosexuality, pornography, gambling, and all other forms of entertainment. I hate organized religion. I really do believe that all we need is, in fact, love. That being said, I easily hate people I find to be arrogant, ignorant, or generally stupid. I despise people who refuse to think for themselves. I will respect you as long as you have put thought into your opinion, but just because I respect you does not mean I want to be your best friend. Some confuse my passionate debates as mean-spirited argument, but usually, my intention is not to be mean. I can't keep my mouth shut if I disagree with something. This doesn't mean I hate you, although I may hate your ideas. I thrive on defending my ideas. I talk a lot, especially in class, and I notice when you roll your eyes at me. I hate people who are rude, immature, and/or generally tactless. I am a grade-A slacker. This is a serious talent of mine. Ask anyone who has witnessed my study habits, I am the most excellent bullshitter you will ever meet. I am obese, and changing this has proved to be a challenge, considering I love food, and the only exercise I enjoy is swimming, which is inconvenient because pools are not usually easily accessible, and I look horrid in a swimsuit. My top three favorite cereals are: Lucky Charms, Reese's Puffs, and Quaker Toasted Oatmeal Flakes. I will drink Strawberry Lemonade until my bladder explodes, and I can't settle for regular lemonade if I know the strawberry variety is available. I am in love with computers. I enjoy taking mediocre pictures and digitally editing them so that I feel like I am a talented photographer. I am a world class smartass. I am completely and totally in love with my boyfriend / bestfriend, Jeremy. I freak out over cute animals, especially kittens, puppies, pandas, penguins, and squirrels, and I am an all-around "animal person". I am pro-choice, against capital punishment, and I fully support gay rights. I love music, and will listen to almost anything. My hair color changes approximately 2-6 times a year. I know that Cady's dad makes the best chip dip anywhere ever. I like pretty things. I am a neat freak trapped in a messy person's body. I love polka dots. I can never spell guarantee or restaurant, along with other random words. I could survive on Strawberries and Cream instant oatmeal and/or Easy Mac for a very long time. I am better at being me than anyone else on earth, and that I guarantee. And I never realize how much I've typed until it's too late...
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MY FACE... BOOK
"God, the silence kills me. The trudging through normality, through life of everyday, when all that I want is simple and one thing, and yet, not here. You must return, my love, for, you see, you've taken something that must be returned upon your going elsewhere. I thought I had something of yours, but looking now, it seems you've taken it back without my knowing. So, my dear, if you would be so kind as to give back what belongs to me, I would be much obliged. I know that no promises were made to be kept, of that I'm sure you made sure, but I know that you're a better man than this."
"Victimize straight to my face and erase the mistakes
That you'll never admit to making.
Antagonize behind the scenes, kept your conscience clean,
But your stomach and heart are still aching.
Reach me through all these years just to slap me in the face,
And I want nothing more than to put you in your place,
But I know we're just the same.
So who's to blame?
Point your finger, win the games,
But in the end who's to say what integrity remains?
When will you open your eyes and realize that this just isn't about you anymore?
I share your pain when you hear my name, but you can't touch the world minus one."
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