No Im not skitzo, I just pms sometimes thats all.
So guess who’s, picture made it into the final round of photographs chosen to be in Miamibance? ME! Yeah that’s right. ME! I know it probably won’t be chosen but, it made it to the final round. Hardly any one from beginning even got that far, I was in shock. So now I’m feeling really great about myself, for myself. Even if it isn’t chosen, I know that something about it made the judges say… hmm and put it aside. In fact it was Tony (the other photography teacher who is a picky little midget man) is the one that put it aside. Which really surprises her. So yes, I’m patting my self on the back. It made me realize something though. For the first time, in three fucking years, I’m happy with my self, for myself. Not because I’m with some guy who is making me feel that I should be. I’m realizing who I am all on my own. Which is awesome, and I think I like who I am.
So … you wanna hear, well read what I’ve got so far? I am the type of person who… who can be staring at clouds, pointing out the ones that are shaped like male genitalia one minute, then look at the sky and be amazed at how infinite it is, and ponder the universe, then go back to pointing out funny clouds. Who names inanimate objects, and ducks, and grow extremely emotionally attached to those things she names. Who is extremely amused by buttons, and whose famous last words will be “what does this button do” Who hates being depressed but does it melodramatically and beautifully. Who can go from I hate the world, to wow I love rainbows, in the blink of an eye. Who can go from repeatedly hitting her mate, then to kissing them. Who will only verbally harass you if she likes you. Who honestly tries to see the good in life even though sometimes she fails miserably at it. Who makes mistakes, and then tries to fix them with Elmer’s glue. Who worries about things she can’t control, and forgets about things that are actually concrete, and can affect her. Who is happier driving around in a car, listening to really bad eighties pop with close friends, dancing idiotically, than at a big party. Who enjoys getting drunk, and playing hide go seek in the park. Who laughs at how dirty car parts sound. Who finds the word bungalow to be amazing. Who wants nothing more out of life, than to be able to do something she love, with a person who she love, and loves her mutually, platonic or passionately. Who loves classic rock, and still has urges to dance around to it, in a tu tu like she did in her childhood. Who can deal with crisis’s better than mundane situations. Who hates algebra, but excels at geometry. Who loves deep thought provoking movies, but secretly has a passion for chick flicks. Who sits behind you during a scary movie cat calling the characters on the screen. Who was really disappointed on her first airplane flight because care a bears weren’t real. Who questioned god when found the truth behind Santa clause. Who really does only want the best for her friends, even though sometimes she hurts them, and hopes they can forgive her like she would them. Who can’t spell to save her life. Who secretly hopes one day to have a family, even though it may not be the ideal nuclear one, and be an excellent mother. Who loves doing anything creative, and has the utmost respect for anything anyone does that is an expression of them selves. That’s all I have so far.
So … you wanna hear, well read what I’ve got so far? I am the type of person who… who can be staring at clouds, pointing out the ones that are shaped like male genitalia one minute, then look at the sky and be amazed at how infinite it is, and ponder the universe, then go back to pointing out funny clouds. Who names inanimate objects, and ducks, and grow extremely emotionally attached to those things she names. Who is extremely amused by buttons, and whose famous last words will be “what does this button do” Who hates being depressed but does it melodramatically and beautifully. Who can go from I hate the world, to wow I love rainbows, in the blink of an eye. Who can go from repeatedly hitting her mate, then to kissing them. Who will only verbally harass you if she likes you. Who honestly tries to see the good in life even though sometimes she fails miserably at it. Who makes mistakes, and then tries to fix them with Elmer’s glue. Who worries about things she can’t control, and forgets about things that are actually concrete, and can affect her. Who is happier driving around in a car, listening to really bad eighties pop with close friends, dancing idiotically, than at a big party. Who enjoys getting drunk, and playing hide go seek in the park. Who laughs at how dirty car parts sound. Who finds the word bungalow to be amazing. Who wants nothing more out of life, than to be able to do something she love, with a person who she love, and loves her mutually, platonic or passionately. Who loves classic rock, and still has urges to dance around to it, in a tu tu like she did in her childhood. Who can deal with crisis’s better than mundane situations. Who hates algebra, but excels at geometry. Who loves deep thought provoking movies, but secretly has a passion for chick flicks. Who sits behind you during a scary movie cat calling the characters on the screen. Who was really disappointed on her first airplane flight because care a bears weren’t real. Who questioned god when found the truth behind Santa clause. Who really does only want the best for her friends, even though sometimes she hurts them, and hopes they can forgive her like she would them. Who can’t spell to save her life. Who secretly hopes one day to have a family, even though it may not be the ideal nuclear one, and be an excellent mother. Who loves doing anything creative, and has the utmost respect for anything anyone does that is an expression of them selves. That’s all I have so far.