So today and most of yesterday was spent finishing my heinous History 101 final....all those essays were killer, but it's been sent away and now I can breathe. Unfortunately, now my head is buzzing with emperors, battle dates and facts and my head hurts. >_<
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.
I rarely have my head in reality for more than ten minutes. My imagination and muses are always running rampant in my head and it's so much more interesting to keep track of what is going on in there than out here.
It's really weird, but I talk to myself. Like, A LOT. Not that I can hear voices or anything, it helps me understand things better when I just talk about it out loud. I am notorious for yelling, screaming, laughing and crying at my computer screen....so embarrassing.
No matter what i've been told over the years, my self-image is very skewed. I just do not see what other people see in me.
I am not very girly. Or at least, I wasn't up until a few years ago when I started to actually care about what I looked like. Now I just adore all kinds of bangles and shiny, sparkly things; I am still trying my best to buy something from
tingedwords freaking amazegasmic shop on etsy...I know i've said I would a thousand times Suzy, but I'm working on it I swear!
I am kind of a nerd. When I'm not in school I usually have a book under my nose. I like challenging my brain with different kinds of literature whenever I get the chance...I just started reading the Divine Comedy of Dante a few days ago, and one day I will finish the Tale of Genji.
Total culture freak. It's insanely fascinating to learn more about someone's customs and traditions, and then being able to perform them properly yourself! There is no reason for disrespect of another culture, it's distasteful and rude.
I am african-american, and on a good day I have trouble identifying with my own race. In high school it drove me crazy because I was always lacking something that made me 'un-black.' Wtf how can a black girl be unblack? And when I started going downhill at a break-neck pace and got into deathmetal and screamo my black card was 'revoked.' I've been told I'm some weird mix of white and asian... where do people get this stuff?
I am such a dude about emotions. I don't like them. I don't want to talk about them. I barely want people to ask about them and when they do, be prepared for lots of awkward silence. My mom and I are a lot alike that way, but I think it's because she really wanted me to be a boy.
I write lots of poetry and other half-finished things that I really don't like but I keep writing in hopes of actually creating something I can be satisfied with. My poetry is so dark and morbid that I just sort of gave up on it.
Today was nothing but running around, ugh! And I got trapped in the back of the car because the door is broken. Now I have to climb out the front seat like a contortionist because both rear doors are jammed shut. Boo.