Lawn

my most used phrase is "i know a guy". i found a hidden sidewalk a while ago. i love speaking in public. every month or two, i'm pessimistic for a couple hours. if a camera were to follow me around all the time, it would be pretty boring for the viewers until nite when i do most my walking and talking. i like when people don't hold back. i like pullups. pudding is my favorite. i love asking questions. if i have asked you many questions, i like you or i might just like how your voice sounds. sometimes i drool. there are times i think about many things, relating them in some way. when i'm able to think of nothing else, i like to go through what i just thought, but backwards. i handle packages for a living. i like to read. i have bad posture. i'm impatient. i like testing peoples limits. i'm addicted to adrenaline. i walk a lot. i over think everything. if being a loner were a career, i'd be ceo. girls don't scare me anymore. i like learning history. one of my biggest fears is dying alone. i was in a coma for a month and a half in 94. i look everyone in the eye. i love heights. i like tomatoes in sauce or ketchup form. i abhor hypocrites. i love meeting new people. i think about numbers and letters all the time. i only have nine toe nails. i've come pretty close to being blind in my right eye twice. i'm not good at first impressions. my thumbs are double jointed. i'm not bad with directions. i'm a huge fan of soda. i'm tall, so obviously my favorite sport is croquet. i'm in love with thrift stores. i can touch my tongue to my nose. i wish my hair were still long. i tried learning greek a few years back. i'd like to be on saturday night live. i like hot beaches. i mumble a lot. i'm sarcastic. i can't fall asleep on my back unless it's in public. i can't juggle, but i've thought about learning. i like magnets and magnetic things. magnetic people are okay too. i feel that i should be doing something with my life, but i have no idea where to get started. i constantly feel that everything i see and do isn't really happening, just things being thought of. my dreams involve bright colors, foreign languages, and extensive knowledge of major subjects. i'm not a rubber neck. i notice stupid stuff, like how people let their mouths hang open. i constantly make lists of things to do. i love climbing stuff. i have a hard time letting go of things and people. i used to collect rocks. i love alleys. occasionally, i wonder why i even use myspace. i have many influences. that's not saying i'm influenced in any way, just that the people i know (and like) have taken part in chiselling the kid who wrote this. in eighth grade i stopped caring what people thought. why waste your time and energy worrying? does their opinion really matter?