I'm not your conventional girl. I'm a little different. I don't believe in superfical speech. Small talk is irritating, but only when a person doesn't know how to have it. I like my food, and I will eat it. When I had my car, and I would drive it fast & when i get a new one i'll do it again. I like the rain, and I will get muddy. I'll pick up that snake, but I don't go near that spider. I order salads at resturants, but only when I'm not hungry enough for a meal. I'll take critisizm, it's good for me. I'll wear guy pants and shoes, who cares? Yes I love cartoons and I'm eighteen. Screw off, at least I don't lose it over a stupid sport's game outcome.
Sometimes actually more than sometimes I don't play the role of your average young lady, and there are those out there that do not appreciate that. To you, I say, "Mind yourselves, not others." :]
These are the areas I have recieved the most critisizm for....
I am a good person. I don't hurt people (as least not with intention to do so). I give a lot, I'm generous. I'm a caring and generally happy person. I can spit out wonderful advice, be so kind to those whom deserve it from me, and certainly be willing to give more than I recieve. I don't mind any of it, at all. However, if you cross me, the story will change. And, I'm not talking about any of that "OH NO YOU DIDN'" bitch talk (that of which girls with no class pull off). I'll just simply disreguard you. No point in rising an argument with that one. Now don't get me wrong
if someone throws the 1st punch I will make them wish they was never born.
I am outgoing, openminded, and relatively assertive. This changes if you hurt me. I refuse to linger and work on the impossible. Do not expect me to chase you if you run. Do not expect me to ask about you or constantly wonder, because I won't. You leave, you've left. That is how I see it. Guys hardly preform stunts with an underlying meaning. Most are blatant and overbaringly truthful when it comes to their actions. They only expect to be chased because it makes them feel better. I, however, do not grant them that sense of security. I'll make you believe I'm better off alone, even if I'm truly not.
I wear what I feel. Sure, I will stroll on into Hot Topic and pick up some tanks or earrings, maybe a skirt or t-shirt (most likely a t-shirt), but then I'll take a left and walk on into Old Navy. They sell nice pants. So does Aeropostle. Filenes, Pac Sun, DEBs... They're all great clothing stores. Why? I see things I like in them. Note: I did not name AE or Ambercrombie. Why? Their clothing is A) Overpriced & B) It runs WAY small. I don't not shop there because of the name. I don't shop there because it is ridiculous. Get it straight.
I am an average weight. I am not very skinny, but I am not fat. I have curves, and I deal with it. Actually, I like them. I don't have to bust my hip bone trying to stick my butt out to look like I have one. Why? Cause I do have one, and I don't mind it. I'm not going annorexic or bulimic anytime soon. I could never. I love food. People who are over-infatuated with their self image, mainly girls, tend to forget that at some point in your life, you're going to want to find someone that loves you for you. And I don't know what guys are into exactly, but the thought of a girl vommiting up a nice dinner after she eats doesn't exactly sound that attractive, to me anyway. I'll keep my food, thank you.
I play outside. I love the mud, the rain, thunderstorms, hikes, camping trips. I know how to build a fire. I know what wood burns the best. I've slept without a tent. I've fished and hooked my own worm, thank you. I can drive a boat. I can use a paddle. I'm not afraid of wild animals. I'll pick up a snake. I'll go searching for salamanders. I'll get dirty, because showers exist. Don't whine to me about how fake nails can get ruined by any form of laborious movement I don't care. That's why I loved field hockey so much. I got dirty, and I loved it.
So, there is more to me than what you see, which not only rhymes but is sort of cheesey. None the less, it's true. I'm sorry if you're disappointed in me. All I can say is oh well to you. I can't help who I am, but I can hope that someone else out there will appreciate it, someday.
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