I'm Emily.
Deal with the fact that I will not starve myself, bleach my hair, refer to things as "the sex" and cheerlead for you to like me.
But at the same time, I will not buy 55 dollar pants with spikes on them and think I’m looking different, for you to like me, either.
I listen to music that you don't like.
Music is a huge part of me.
My favorite band is Bleed the Dream.
My favorite color is Hot Pink.
My favorite book is leaves of grass By Walt Whitman.
My favorite movie is The Boondock Saints
And my favorite TV show is Family Guy.
I own a Barbie backpack.
I'm very up front about my bad qualities.
I will tell you those jeans make you look fat.
I'll make you listen to my music in your car.
I'll embarrass you in front of your popular friends.
I'll wreck your first impression.
I'll laugh when you fall down.
I won't lie if you ask me if I was the one who tripped you in the hall.
Sorry.
I'm more deep than you think.
I'm quiet, I'm loud. I'm mean, I'm nice. I hate you, I love you. I had you, I lost you.
I'm never anywhere without my headphones. Ever.
I don't limit myself to one kind of music.
I own a mix with Fear before the March of Flames, Gavin Degraw, The early November and Hanson one right after the other.
I am literate. Is that odd? It seems to be.
I dance to whatever is playing.
I dance when there is no music
I cry when the "Wake Me up When September Ends" video plays
I stop to smell the flowers.
I love hugs
I have someone who doesn't talk to me because he thinks I never have anything intelligent to say.
I'm sorry if you feel the same way he does.
I also have someone who is holding a grudge that I am unaware of.
Sorry.
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