+JLahr+ *es muy blanca

I have freckles, two of which refuse to be covered with makeup. I’m pale, and pretend to embrace my natural coloration, but fake tan every chance I get. I have a big head, but it fits my body. My fingers are long, and were meant to play piano. I haven’t been able to type quickly ever since I stopped IMing. My nails were never intended to be short and unkempt. I can’t get my hair to look the same way for more than 5 minutes. When I think people aren’t listening to me, I talk louder. I will kick your ass at pop culture trivial pursuit. I know every word to every n*sync, back-street boys, Christina Aguilera, and Britney Spears song. “Exercising gives you endorphins; endorphins make you happy; happy people just don’t kill their husbands” is a statement I believe in. When I’m happy, I can’t sleep. Like Ashlee Simpson, I too have acid reflux disease. I have a guy’s sense of humor. I’m not a morning person. I idolize Aril Lavigne’s fake punkness. When I see people yawn, it makes me yawn. I am the ultimate hypocrite. I couldn’t win a spelling bee to save my life, but I sure as hell will correct your grammar. I will always prefer the taste of diet to regular soda. My brother Andrew is the reason I say “soda” instead of “pop”. He’s also the reason I started listening to third eye blind, oasis, or even heard of +44. I miss the spice girls. Elementary school was where I had the time of my life, but nothing will ever compare to 8th grade. It seems that I was always friends with people before they became popular…hmm. I want to work somewhere where I can’t easily get fired. I unintentionally act dumb around guys. “Drama doesn’t follow me, it rides on my back” is a partial truth. I pretend I know a lot about a subject when I’m trying to impress someone. I analyze my dreams. I admire a lot of unlikely people. The only reason I ever really hate a girl is because I’m jealous. I know that my friends will go on to do bigger and better things…including Erv. Books are your fiends. Caffeine is my addiction. I want to be an actress/singer/writer/aids curer/director/psychiatrist/humanitarian. Basically a JLO-Angelina Jolie-Fraiser super-hybrid. I’m stubborn. Diana taught me how to ride a bike in 7th grade. I used to be obsessed with Leonardo Dicapprio (spelling??). I have since moved on to Jared Leto. Photoshop can help anyone convince others that they are a good photographer. I make a fool out of myself on a regular basis. I will put a song on repeat and listen to it a million times until I fall asleep. I break a lot of promises, mostly ones I make to myself. I’m a klepto. Friends and approval are important to me. I love carrots and ranch dressing. I bite my nails when I want to look like I don’t care what’s going on. When I’m telling a story I tend to smile while talking out the side of my mouth. I hate this habit, but it’s a Drew Barrymore trait if you will. I’m judgmental, mostly of myself. I still watch the Disney channel. I make lists. Mary Janes compliment your calves. I have monkey toes. I want to go to Australia more than anything. I save the fortunes I get in cookies. I’m vegetarian, and apparently my vegetarianism broke the vacuum cleaner (long story). I heart indie-rock-‘n-rollers and soccer players. I love the smell before rain and the feeling of fall. If you make me laugh, I will want to be your friend. “I wish the world was flat like the old days/ So I could travel just by folding the map/ No more airplanes or speed-trains or freeways/ There’d be no distance that could hold us back.”
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