About Me
KRISTEN MILFORD:
AIM=domeJimSturgess
Green eyes, yeah, the spotlight shines upon you and how could, anybody, deny you? Green eyes, you're the one that I wanted to find and anyone who tried to deny you must be out of their mind.
I'm Kristen, but you can call me anything you want; chances are, I'll respond.
Mostly, I'm shy at first.
I'm boring most of the time, but for some reason, people seem to enjoy my company.
I'm very loyal, and I don't care whether you believe me or not.
I'm not flaky, I'm just forgetful.
Foreign films are love.
So are tv shows on DVD.
I am a spelling champion.
I'm obsessed with long phone conversations, horoscopes, shoes, Japanese cherry blossom scent, run-ins with old friends, Anthony Green, Jim Sturgess, Roald Dahl books, Sailor Moon, BBQ sunflower seeds, cute-ugly things, hot dogs from the hot dog stand, and pansies.
There's probably more, but it escapes my mind.
I forget everything anyway, as I already stated.
Unless it happened a long time ago, then I can give you exact details.
Not to mention I lose everything too.
Quizzes and surveys are da shizzz.
But automatic toilets, subway pizza, and Geography are not.
I can't take good pictures.
I don't hold grudges, because I think they're dumb.
My hair is frizzy, and there's nothing any product can do to fix it completely.
Yes, I am actually nineteen years old; I go to the College of Charleston, for that matter.
I can get along with just about anyone.
But that's not to say that people don't piss me off, especially those who claim that my opinions or way of life are wrong.
Fucking bigots.
I lack that 'sexy' factor, but I'm working on it.
My mood swings are awful, but you'll never know when I'm having them, usually.
I'm chill as fuck, so that's pretty much why.
Killer whales absolutely terrify me, and so do heights.
And no, it's not a joke, so don't treat it that way, end of story.
It scares me how short-tempered I am sometimes.
Please, just make me laugh.
I rarely sleep.
I don't do anything with children, so don't ask.
I also don't do eye contact; I'm just that awkward, I guess.
I quote everything, and you'll most likely have no idea where I got it from.
I miss my friend Mary-Jane; we haven't gotten together in a while.
Come to think of it, I'm hardly ever that fucked up anymore, which I enjoy.
Sober a destroyed state of mind anyway :).
I talk waaayy too much, especially about sex and controversial subjects.
I basically always have something to say, but I don't always say it.
In fact, my tact sometimes outweighs my tongue.
It's not that I'm a pushover, it's just that I like to avoid confrontation.
I'm not pessimistic, I'm just a realist.
The best way to turn me off is to preach to me, tickle me, or to give me broccoli.
My jokes aren't that funny, and a lot of people find it annoying.
Or they go along with it, which makes me feel a little bit better.
I'm also full of random facts.
I always manage to hurt myself.
I hate admitting whenever I'm wrong.
I like making money and then spending it on useless things.
I can't swim and I'm not trendy in the least, but I don't care.
There are more important things to worry about than appearances.
Ironically, I love fashion.
I love music.
I love lurking.
I love thinking.
But family and friends and pets always come first.
Then music.
Religion comes in dead last; if I had to classify myself, I guess I would be an atheist.
Don't go through the trouble of stereotyping me.
I hate it when people try to impress me or copy me.
I would love to meet someone who was not afraid to be the person that they truly are.
I would also love to meet someone who holds great conversation and can make a mean three-course meal.
And on top of all that, someone with great taste in music.
Show me something new and exciting.
I'm constantly afraid of getting my heart broken.
I'm too cautious.
I would like to say that I'm wholly original, but that would be a big fat lie.
After all, there is no one on this planet who has not been influenced by someone else's ideas.
But, I am pretty weird, so I guess that adds to the 'individuality' factor of my life.
I mean, I count in increments of four and fourteen, for goodness sake, and I can't cross a crosswalk if an odd number is on the walk sign.
OCD can suck it.
Don't feed me bullshit compliments.
Don't try to convince me that cigarettes are cool.
Don't lie to me.
I like being compared to characters in tv shows, on movies, or in books.
But don't compare me to Avril Lavigne or Uma Thurman, or else you can expect to be killed.
God dammit, I wrote too much again.
Oh well.
I just love my life, pretty much, no matter how unorthodox my thoughts on it.
