"About Me" Blog, I guess. It's kinda long so brace yourself. (That's what she said.)
Hello, I'm Melissa. And I'm about to take a shower. So I'll be back soon... Listen to the songs that have been in my head all night while I'm gone, kay?
~*-Twenty minutes later-*~
Hello! I'm Melissa. It is summer time out here in Houston, Texas. I listen to a shitload of different music but my computer I use to download songs onto my iPod is currently dead. THAT means that I can't put songs on my iPod. ):
Those three songs I put up there? Yeah, they're all NOT on my iPod. It sucks. >>
I have a purple, 16 Gig iPod nano WITH a camera. I named him Gabe. You know, after Gabe Saporta? The crazy Uruguan with a New York accent because he's from Queens/New Jersey/Uruguay. I just choked on my mango-flavoured Dumdum. ):
I loveloveLOVE sweets. Like, seriously. I only make sweets. Like cookies, brownies, cake, shit like that. I don't cook, I bake. I'm eating some M&Ms as I write, actually.
I am African-American and white. My dad's white and from England, my mom's black and from Compton, California. Actually, those are two of my favourite places in the world, along with New York/New Jersey. Which brings me to the topic of 'home'.
I hate where I live. I don't even live in Houston. I live an hour away from Houston and about 20 minutes away from Galveston. Yup. I'm in the middle of two big cities. It sucks. Like... There are seriously signs all around where I live that say "Welcome to one of the 100 greater smallest cities in America!". Fuck League City. The place I want to live is in California, no doubt. To me, there is never a bad day out there. Ever. I'm always happy there. Sure, I'm not always in a good mood throughout the day, but I wake up happy knowing I'm in a place where I love. As soon as I hit 18 years old and I'm out of school? I'm moving the fuck out of this damn town. Going somewhere big... Some day, you'll see my name up in lights. Just you wait.
I have a potty mouth and I don't give a flying fuck about who doesn't like it or not. I'm a generally nice person, I just speak my mind, you know? Kinda like... Gerard Way or Gabe Saporta, I guess.
I'm straight, I think. I have a wife, so uh... I don't even know. And I'm ngl, I'd do a bunch of people, whether they be girls or guys. Like Hayley Williams from Paramore? I'd do her. And that guy who plays Lance in Sex Drive? I'd do him. See? I don't even know what the hell I am anymore. I'm uh... Melissa. XD
I have a lot of friends, but actually only like... Four best friends. Saira, Mariann, Sam( samawam ), and Riddy( cnopbl ). Those four people are the reason I'm still living today. Without even one of them, I'm absolutely nothing.
One of those four people up there, Riddy? She's the reason for my smile every day. She's the reason I wake up every day/night. She's the reason I'm still breathing. Like the song, I'm pretty damn optimistic for a pessimist but... I'm always happy when I'm talking to her. Completely happy. I get that warm, fuzzy feeling inside when I'm talking to her or when something she says makes me smile/laugh. Like someone stuffed a big, fluffy sweater down my throat and I choked it down. I love her. <3
But that's not saying that one is more important than the other... I could make gigantic paragraphs about all four of them. Hell, I've known Sam since fucking birth! I would take up an entire 3 journal entries going on about her! But I can't do that, now can I.
Wait. Where the hell was I going with this?
I don't even know. Oh well.
I tend to talk to myself a lot. That doesn't mean I'm crazy. It just means I'm such a good listener, I even listen to myself. That's how it is with me... I'm always the one to make my friends happy when they're feeling like shit. Funny. I can't even make myself happy, but I can make others feel okay.
I'm currently addicted to a game called Animal Crossing. All three of 'em, baby! Though, I don't really play the first one... Mostly just Wild World and City Folk.
My armpits smell like vanilla. And no, that does not make me a slut. It just makes me feel less lonely. (If you know where that's from, I'll love you forever.)
I am an avid fic reader. I even write some, but I never get around to finishing them. But yes, I read fics. All of them, I assure you, have a slash main pairing. All. Of. Them.
I also have a really messed up mind... In my mind, the entire Fueled By Ramen/DecayDance labels and basically all of the people I listen to have paired up and had kids. At least most of them did. The way I think is also really fucked up. I'll think of one thing... For example, Animal Crossing, then I'll think about Wild World, then I'll think about my DS, then I'll think about how I got my DS, then I'll think about Sam because she gave me the DS, then I'll think about how retarded we were when we were singing in the back room of my grandpa's house in California, then I'll think about what we were singing, then I'll think about We Are The Champions by Queen, then I'll think about how my old school's band played that before, then I'll think about by old school, then I'll think about the last day of school, then I'll think about my friends who I won't see for another year or two, then I'll start crying. See? Fucked up. I can now say that Animal Crossing made me cry. XD
It's almost 6:30 in the morning now... Oh, happy Fourth of July, my fellow Americans! If you're in another country... Happy fourth of July. If you're in England? Happy fourth of July; you officially don't own us (since 1776). (: See the difference there? I capitalized one of them because it's the name of a holiday. ;)
I just looked at my dad's favourites toolbar on this computer and one of them says "The Official Website of Arse...". I laughed a little too hard for that one. XD I know it's supposed to be "The Official Website of Arsenal", but... I'm part Gabe Saporta, I can be immature. xD
I'm kinda hungry... I might go downstairs and make myself some eggs or something... I dunno.
Anyway, my rambling has gone on long enough. Besides, it's almost 7 in the morning. It's not like I can go to sleep but I can at least make myself something to eat. xD
Goodbye, Livejournal.
~Mel(:
Click to view~*-Twenty minutes later-*~
Hello! I'm Melissa. It is summer time out here in Houston, Texas. I listen to a shitload of different music but my computer I use to download songs onto my iPod is currently dead. THAT means that I can't put songs on my iPod. ):
Those three songs I put up there? Yeah, they're all NOT on my iPod. It sucks. >>
I have a purple, 16 Gig iPod nano WITH a camera. I named him Gabe. You know, after Gabe Saporta? The crazy Uruguan with a New York accent because he's from Queens/New Jersey/Uruguay. I just choked on my mango-flavoured Dumdum. ):
I loveloveLOVE sweets. Like, seriously. I only make sweets. Like cookies, brownies, cake, shit like that. I don't cook, I bake. I'm eating some M&Ms as I write, actually.
I am African-American and white. My dad's white and from England, my mom's black and from Compton, California. Actually, those are two of my favourite places in the world, along with New York/New Jersey. Which brings me to the topic of 'home'.
I hate where I live. I don't even live in Houston. I live an hour away from Houston and about 20 minutes away from Galveston. Yup. I'm in the middle of two big cities. It sucks. Like... There are seriously signs all around where I live that say "Welcome to one of the 100 greater smallest cities in America!". Fuck League City. The place I want to live is in California, no doubt. To me, there is never a bad day out there. Ever. I'm always happy there. Sure, I'm not always in a good mood throughout the day, but I wake up happy knowing I'm in a place where I love. As soon as I hit 18 years old and I'm out of school? I'm moving the fuck out of this damn town. Going somewhere big... Some day, you'll see my name up in lights. Just you wait.
I have a potty mouth and I don't give a flying fuck about who doesn't like it or not. I'm a generally nice person, I just speak my mind, you know? Kinda like... Gerard Way or Gabe Saporta, I guess.
I'm straight, I think. I have a wife, so uh... I don't even know. And I'm ngl, I'd do a bunch of people, whether they be girls or guys. Like Hayley Williams from Paramore? I'd do her. And that guy who plays Lance in Sex Drive? I'd do him. See? I don't even know what the hell I am anymore. I'm uh... Melissa. XD
I have a lot of friends, but actually only like... Four best friends. Saira, Mariann, Sam( samawam ), and Riddy( cnopbl ). Those four people are the reason I'm still living today. Without even one of them, I'm absolutely nothing.
One of those four people up there, Riddy? She's the reason for my smile every day. She's the reason I wake up every day/night. She's the reason I'm still breathing. Like the song, I'm pretty damn optimistic for a pessimist but... I'm always happy when I'm talking to her. Completely happy. I get that warm, fuzzy feeling inside when I'm talking to her or when something she says makes me smile/laugh. Like someone stuffed a big, fluffy sweater down my throat and I choked it down. I love her. <3
But that's not saying that one is more important than the other... I could make gigantic paragraphs about all four of them. Hell, I've known Sam since fucking birth! I would take up an entire 3 journal entries going on about her! But I can't do that, now can I.
Wait. Where the hell was I going with this?
I don't even know. Oh well.
I tend to talk to myself a lot. That doesn't mean I'm crazy. It just means I'm such a good listener, I even listen to myself. That's how it is with me... I'm always the one to make my friends happy when they're feeling like shit. Funny. I can't even make myself happy, but I can make others feel okay.
I'm currently addicted to a game called Animal Crossing. All three of 'em, baby! Though, I don't really play the first one... Mostly just Wild World and City Folk.
My armpits smell like vanilla. And no, that does not make me a slut. It just makes me feel less lonely. (If you know where that's from, I'll love you forever.)
I am an avid fic reader. I even write some, but I never get around to finishing them. But yes, I read fics. All of them, I assure you, have a slash main pairing. All. Of. Them.
I also have a really messed up mind... In my mind, the entire Fueled By Ramen/DecayDance labels and basically all of the people I listen to have paired up and had kids. At least most of them did. The way I think is also really fucked up. I'll think of one thing... For example, Animal Crossing, then I'll think about Wild World, then I'll think about my DS, then I'll think about how I got my DS, then I'll think about Sam because she gave me the DS, then I'll think about how retarded we were when we were singing in the back room of my grandpa's house in California, then I'll think about what we were singing, then I'll think about We Are The Champions by Queen, then I'll think about how my old school's band played that before, then I'll think about by old school, then I'll think about the last day of school, then I'll think about my friends who I won't see for another year or two, then I'll start crying. See? Fucked up. I can now say that Animal Crossing made me cry. XD
It's almost 6:30 in the morning now... Oh, happy Fourth of July, my fellow Americans! If you're in another country... Happy fourth of July. If you're in England? Happy fourth of July; you officially don't own us (since 1776). (: See the difference there? I capitalized one of them because it's the name of a holiday. ;)
I just looked at my dad's favourites toolbar on this computer and one of them says "The Official Website of Arse...". I laughed a little too hard for that one. XD I know it's supposed to be "The Official Website of Arsenal", but... I'm part Gabe Saporta, I can be immature. xD
I'm kinda hungry... I might go downstairs and make myself some eggs or something... I dunno.
Anyway, my rambling has gone on long enough. Besides, it's almost 7 in the morning. It's not like I can go to sleep but I can at least make myself something to eat. xD
Goodbye, Livejournal.
~Mel(: