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7.05.2012
I’m quick-witted and pretty and I have common sense. I’m good with talking to people I will never see ever again.
I’m not funny, or sexy, and I couldn’t do math to save my life. Really. If someone was going to shoot me unless I multiplied 12 x 7 in under 10 seconds, I’d just stay silent.
I love my friends, and I’m very loyal. I’ve punched people for hurting the people I care about. I’ll go that far.
I’m fairly happy. I’m good at being with people, and good at being alone. Some days I’d rather be in a crowd of hundreds of strangers than in my dorm by myself. Sometimes I spend days locked away from civilization, because I can’t stand dealing with other people.
I smile a lot. Most of the time. Little things make me laugh, and big things make me laugh equally as much. Occasionally I think I laugh because of the irony of it all. I’m very sarcastic, and sometimes factitious. I know when things are funny and when they are real. I can hurt people when I need to. Without knowing. I can get hurt, because I understand that people say things they mean, even when laughing.
If I need to make a good impression, I get super nervous, but I don’t choke. Internally, I am flailing my arms and legs, exhausted, my brain making excuses left and right. On the outside I’m collected and amiable, and friendly, and people like me.
I am a pessimistic optimist. I hope for the best and realize that the worst could, and sometimes does happen. I believe people can change, and know that most people don’t. Everyone lies. Everyone tries. For the most part, the universe can suck it’s own balls for all I care.
I’m spontaneous and yet I’m so not. Bowling with friends now? Yes. Go out for sushi now? Sure. Come on over for a movie and popcorn all of a sudden? Why not? But I can be a real loner. And there are times I blow off my friends because I want to be alone. I don’t want to see people, and I don’t want to be seen. I don’t want to do things. I want to do nothing. By myself.