About Me
So I'm trying to make myself calm down this year and let myself be happy and a little more careless in some ways. I've been praised repeatedly (thanks guys) that I'm a good person because I have high standards and won't settle. My high standards make me feel impatient and exhausted at times, but I guess it's been worth it. I have good friends who see me for who I really am and appreciate even the crazy and abrasive things about me. I'm going to work a bit more on being a female, and let myself cry, giggle, and girl out a few times more than usual. I know that aspect of me bugs some of my friends. I need to be a little more tolerant of people with feelings, and not smirk or get annoyed when my girlfriends cry over guys and get ultra emotional. I also need to learn not to say "go ahead, hit me"."Showgirls" is loosely based on my life. If you need some enlightenment and want to get extremely mentally stimulated and challenged, check it out.I love: Funny sayings and inside jokes, tattoo needles, guitar players, wheelchairs, laughing in the car with Melissa so hard that I lose my breath and hold my hand up signaling her to stop, 5th Street San Diego, my dad's fantastic cooking, watching bad and crazy porn, embarrassing people in public, getting my hand kissed and my hair played with, when I have a full tank of fuel, reading books on how much shit we girls have to do to get guys to like us, the beach house at Balboa, strong kisses, Karaoke, Buttery Nipple shots and Jager and Red Bulls, sitting in the corner at Garfs dodging smoke and laughing with my favorite people, "King of Queens", that one gorgeous song by Van Morrison, Yorkshire piglets, seeing Wes' eyes light up when I stumble into O'Haras, making Brad laugh, cooking dinner for special people, taking naps - I love that I have the ability to fall asleep anywhere, as long as a light is on, and I love knowing that no matter what, I can come home upset and have my mom hug me hard, and know that she'll never tell anyone that I can be a pussy.I hate: Being alone in the dark, people in movie theatres, girls that think they own their boyfriends, people who fish for compliments, insecure people, people who cry to get attention, drunk people when I'm not drunk, when guys "accidentally" brush up against me, disposable conversation and dense questions, when I speak without thinking, when people don't follow through on what they say, when I get too mean and impatient, the fact that I'm so fucking anxious and stressed all the time, hospitals and doctors, when my brother just doesn't care. That I don't see my dad enough... speaking of my dad, I also hate that the world doesn't just automatically compensate and reward the people that deserve it for being so selfless and humble and utterly perfect. I hate hangovers, headaches, bills, stupid fights, loud girls, bad music and movies, bad people, when my clitoris goes numb.
Never drink while wearing a hooded sweatshirt; you'll eventually start thinking someone's right behind you.
