i love: boys, ponies, scary movies, sculpting/various other art forms, daydreaming, screwing up my already screwed up hair, playing make believe, playing tag or manhunt in the dark, drinking gatorade, sewing (haha, yeah, that's right, buddy), making my own clothes, being a messy pig, writing, getting so absorbed in something that i don't notice anything else, missing my mohawk but loving how my friend's mom fawns over me and says my hair looks so femine and adorable, sleeping away math class, reading, singing along to sad songs, being called "muffin" (okay, just special pet names in general), calling my best friend "doodlebug", getting into papier mache fights in the middle of art class with alllllllison (above mentioned best friend), getting into paint fights in the middle of art class with allllllllllison, getting locked out of the art room because we saw a pretty flower outside and the door locked behind us, being complimented, having my art complimented, making fun of allison and her bear (*lol*), conversations while i'm distracted, hands, my doggies, scars, stories about scars, telling stories, hearing stories, feeling strong, digging mud pits in my front yard and then playing in them (yeah, i'm a dirty kid), being in the rain, falling asleep in my front yard (minus the sunburn), green eyes, freckles, making paper, ice cream, chocolate milk, when carl notices me, apples, jumping on the bed (especially hotel beds, 'cause then you can jump back and forth between the two beds), laughing so hard i'm crying, surprises, flowers, stuffed animals, spa days at the ritz (or mandarin, or swan & dolphin), spongggggggges, boys with facial hair, underoos, and riding bareback.i hate: boys, rude or inconsiderate people, feeling left out, being in a rush, spending too much time on a piece and then not liking how it turns out (ie: the triangle horse), getting so anxious about something that i can't see straight, having low blood sugar, having an ulcer, having a dumb nose, being allergic to cheap earrings, being too sensitive, wanting to cry too much, red gatorade, mushrooms, cleaning, feeling insignificant, biting my nails, biting my lip, dirty old men who say dirty things to me when i'm wearing breeches and tall boots, losing touch with friends, enemies, getting so mad that i want to punch somebody in the face but then really i'm a pansy and i can't, teachers who won't let me leave to go to art even though we're just sitting and talking for the whole hour, crying and not having anyone around to care, cute techs in the hospital that have to x-ray my hips and move my legs for me 'cause i can't (in that oh-so-covering hospital gown), laying in my undies and not being able to move from the waist down as a cute young doctor presses AROUND my hip/uh inner thigh to try and figure out what's broken, getting the x-rays of my hips and my mom holding them up for everyone to see and saying, "oh, look! there's your little crotch!" in front of the cute x-ray tech AND cute doctor who both try unsuccessfully to stifle their laughter, my mom trying to hold my cup for me to drink chocolate milk but then getting distracted and not hearing when i tell her to stop and pouring it all down my chin and hospital gown thing, wow i'm rambling about that already, when i ramble, when people are mad at me, when something bad or good happens and i can't show the appropriate emotion, when sonny colics, when sonny gets into "altercations" with large earth moving machines (ie: bulldozers) and scares the hell out of me, not being able to ride/see sonny daily, living in a house that i hate, forgetting to give people back things i've borrowed, people who type in ebonics, people who don't bother to even try and spell correctly, people who type in all caps or alternating upper and lower case (ie: YeStErDaY).
good quotes:
"wanna see a video of my insides? we're having popcorn.""i'm cute. tattoo artists love me.""when do they start selling ladybugs?"
"in spring."
"oh... which one is that again?""hey! doesn't it look like that guy has eyes in the back of his head?"
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my mom!
someone capable of intellectual conversation. or at least capable of more than monosyllabic responses.ARE YOU PEOPLE NOT READING THIS?!and, if i don't know you, don't bother sending me an add request. i won't add you, and i won't hesitate to click that little deny button. i don't care if you look like a freaking greek god.if you'd like to talk, message me. but don't just say, "hey, hit me up." say something like... conversational. 'cause i don't start them.aim sn: crocodilettears
hmmm... pretty much anything with good lyrics. and sometimes stuff that doesn't have good lyrics.oh, wait. i hate metal.weezer, bright eyes, saves the day, all-american rejects, the killers, red hot chili peppers, hot hot heat, woozyhelmet, fall out boy.
awwwwwwwwdropdeadfred. :( i love that movie, but the ending sucks. all imaginary friends and the kids they belong to should hook up in the end. also, benny and joon. how cute. :) beauty and the beast, and serendipity. the one with the pink dinosaur, not the one about love or something.twilight zone !!! especially the super scary ones.my new favorite movie ever is lawn dogs , and if you haven't seen it you should x 20. (thank'ou, lynette!) the girl next door, super size me, black beeeeeeeeeeauty (who hasn't seen that, though? if you haven't, you're a loser), old yeller, seabiscuit.
yeah, we only get like... four local channels. so, i'd have to say that i just absolutely adore the news.
clan of the cave bear, the small rain, tangles, eight seconds (what could be cuter than gay bullriders?), some other stuff that i'll think of later.
solitaire man. he plays solitaire a lot, and stuff.okay, yeah. i'm dumb.