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My mouth is a faucet for unintelligible stories involving me, my life and how I live it. I do not want it to be this way anymore.
So I've decided on a new plan of action. I'm going to become the person I want to be. I'm going to be the shy, mysterious one in the corner who may come up with witty things but will not open up unless you ask her to. I'm going to be valued and, if I'm not valued for the person that I think I am, I will be alone. I'm okay with that. I have books and professors and work to do.
I refound who I was the other night. I was sitting on a swingset cross-legged, listening to Neutral Milk Hotel and singing along at the top of my lungs. It was 3 in the morning. It was snowing. And everything felt right.
That's who I want to be. I want to be a quoter. I want to be a Kafka reader. I want to be one who looks like she knows something and can prove that she does.
Speaking of which, I took out my lip ring. I don't need it anymore. My oral fixation is covered and I look pretty without it. No longer am I needed to prove the stereotypes wrong.
I got my second psych of women test back. A+. I was excited. I measure my worth in letter grades and thoughts and so far, I'm doing okay on both levels. It's going to crush me when college stops and I'm left with no representation of myself except a high GPA and a bunch of recommendations.
What would measure me next?
I'm good in small doses. I'm good for a short period of time until everything I had to say runs out. People don't want to debate life with me. They want to hear what happened to me while I was on a radio show. Not that there's anything wrong with that but, honestly, what does that make me?
So I'm going to ask what makes you.
I know I've questioned a multitude of people about this before but I will ask it again. It changes periodically and I want some to go into descript detail.
If you could have a picture of you that would accurately represent your life and what you thought the meaning of it was, what would the picture look like? What would be in it, what would you be doing, would there be color?
I'll tell you mine.
I'd be in a room without windows, white walls covered in handwriting. There would be a chair in the middle of the room where I'd be sitting, looking up at the walls, smoking a cigarette. The chair would be wooden and uncomfortable. It'd be in black and white. You could see a wisp of smoke. My hair would be down and covering my eyes and I'd be wearing an outfit that you wouldn't notice in the slightest bit.
That would be my picture.
I want as many people to answer this as they can because I want to know what my friends are about.
And it's fun, dammit, it's fun.
Also, on a side note, if you're feeling adventurous, what does mine mean?
Go for it.
I love you all.
So I've decided on a new plan of action. I'm going to become the person I want to be. I'm going to be the shy, mysterious one in the corner who may come up with witty things but will not open up unless you ask her to. I'm going to be valued and, if I'm not valued for the person that I think I am, I will be alone. I'm okay with that. I have books and professors and work to do.
I refound who I was the other night. I was sitting on a swingset cross-legged, listening to Neutral Milk Hotel and singing along at the top of my lungs. It was 3 in the morning. It was snowing. And everything felt right.
That's who I want to be. I want to be a quoter. I want to be a Kafka reader. I want to be one who looks like she knows something and can prove that she does.
Speaking of which, I took out my lip ring. I don't need it anymore. My oral fixation is covered and I look pretty without it. No longer am I needed to prove the stereotypes wrong.
I got my second psych of women test back. A+. I was excited. I measure my worth in letter grades and thoughts and so far, I'm doing okay on both levels. It's going to crush me when college stops and I'm left with no representation of myself except a high GPA and a bunch of recommendations.
What would measure me next?
I'm good in small doses. I'm good for a short period of time until everything I had to say runs out. People don't want to debate life with me. They want to hear what happened to me while I was on a radio show. Not that there's anything wrong with that but, honestly, what does that make me?
So I'm going to ask what makes you.
I know I've questioned a multitude of people about this before but I will ask it again. It changes periodically and I want some to go into descript detail.
If you could have a picture of you that would accurately represent your life and what you thought the meaning of it was, what would the picture look like? What would be in it, what would you be doing, would there be color?
I'll tell you mine.
I'd be in a room without windows, white walls covered in handwriting. There would be a chair in the middle of the room where I'd be sitting, looking up at the walls, smoking a cigarette. The chair would be wooden and uncomfortable. It'd be in black and white. You could see a wisp of smoke. My hair would be down and covering my eyes and I'd be wearing an outfit that you wouldn't notice in the slightest bit.
That would be my picture.
I want as many people to answer this as they can because I want to know what my friends are about.
And it's fun, dammit, it's fun.
Also, on a side note, if you're feeling adventurous, what does mine mean?
Go for it.
I love you all.