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About Me

My name is Amanda. I'm a pretty big deal. I am a down-to-earth kind of girl. Easy to talk to, hard to get to know. I have the tendency to appear very nerdy. I enjoy learning things. Natural redhead. I'm am in love with exercise and nutrition, and I never eat junk food. I'm a comic book geek and sometimes I get frustrated that I have no one to share them with. I obsessively collect music of all kinds. I'm an artist--I get it from my pops. I love to read. I want very badly to be a career writer. After a 10 month stint in beauty school, I've been told I'm good at hair and makeup. I volunteer a lot for theater productions (mostly because I love theater way more than I ever loved beauty school). I work in a nursing home kitchen. I can be found sitting in 24 hour restaurants, drinking coffee, and writing about you in my moleskin. I appreciate most people more than they know I do. I have a few friends that are like family to me, and I love my family more than anything. Also, let it be noted that I am a crazy cat lady. As far as my life goes, I've been around the block a few times (believe it or not), but I keep coming back home, and that's saying something.
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I'd like to meet:

My doppelganger, Lillian Gish, Bigfoot, myself from the future, a hermit, Robert Smith, Ewan McGregor, your mother, some new friends, and of course, what everyone is looking for--some douchebag who can rock me.

My Blog

Hey Mask, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. No smokin' allowed.

It's 82 degrees Fahrenheit. Correct me if I'm wrong, it is the warmest day of the year so far. Ah...summer is drawing nearer. I can't sleep, my nose is plugged, my hair is frizzy, and even though I ju...
Posted by on Wed, 20 May 2009 13:59:00 GMT

Where have all the cowboys gone?

My entire existence was built on a simple human emotion: love.I was born October seventeenth. Born out of love--a fading love, but a love nonetheless. I am a Libra through and through. There is no esc...
Posted by on Sun, 17 May 2009 05:31:00 GMT

Suffocated.

I feel like I should stay away from everyone sometimes. Human interaction always leaves me with a horrible taste in my mouth. I leave wherever I've been, and all I can think about is how hard it was t...
Posted by on Sat, 16 May 2009 14:16:00 GMT

This bottle is part of a multi-pack unit and should not be sold seperately.

I was in a rather bad mood last night, as I'd been up for a FULL two days. I was awake from Friday morning at 7:00 AM to Sunday morning at 4:30 AM. That's a really long long long time. For me anyway. ...
Posted by on Sun, 03 May 2009 08:35:00 GMT

Things We Shoot At Aliens

Here I am, world. Are you happy now? I was forced out of my awesome slumber by an evil text message asking me to work sometime next month. I said yes, of course. Memorial day pays double. I almost ...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Apr 2009 11:30:00 GMT

WTF is in Iowa?

(note: I wrote this yesterday when I was still in Iowa.)Veishea!!!!!Amy and I went on a spontaneous adventure this weekend, to visit an old friend of hers from band camp. I'm currently sitting here i...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Apr 2009 09:14:00 GMT

You follow me?

Today seems bright, for some reason or another--optimistic. Perhaps it's the excitement setting in for the weekend trip to Iowa with Amy. We will be staying with almost strangers--strangers to me, any...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Apr 2009 10:54:00 GMT

A short poem.

By: MeNo photo in my locketNone of them would fit.I carried the sorrow in my pocketFears that don't exist.Under the oak I grew a lonely lifeI was no mother, I was no wifeMy nights were spent in dead t...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Mar 2009 22:14:00 GMT

A small and ultimately unimportant decision.

I've been considering taking out my piercings. Between that and the hair dying...I just feel like it's not who I am anymore...or something. I don't know for sure. I just think I'm not really feeling i...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Jan 2009 14:17:00 GMT

History Repeats Itself

I have spent the last day or two re-reading my journal from 7th grade to 11th grade. In doing so, I've noticed I haven't changed, and my life hasn't changed, and no one else has changed either.
Posted by on Sat, 24 Jan 2009 16:25:00 GMT