I'm teen angst with manners.      Every day is another chance for me to awkwardly stumble through life while trying to find something to believe in.      

My biggest weakness happens to be beautiful women with big hearts-especially the ones that let you see their flaws.           On the weekends I tend to turn into "drunk girl," which is always a treat for everyone.         I'm not a total mess though.     Sometimes I like to be a functioning part of society.      I love to write about pathetic teen angst happenings-which mostly means I like to write about my life.    I'm an open book.

I also play soccer for my high school. I'm a defender, and usually I just run as fast as I can and then collide into whoever has the ball.  It seems to work all right for me.  I like to knock people over, which is uncharacteristic for me.   I also skateboard occassionally.

Music is really inspiring to me.  I've recently picked up an acoustic guitar and I find it to be very therapeutic, even when my clumsy fingers refuse to make music.  

I love dark movies.     They seem to spark my emotions.    and of course I'll watch any form of media that has even a taste of lesbianism in it.   Haha, unless it's really cheesy or the actresses creep me out.      I think Fucking Amal is probably one of the best lesbian-themed movies.

I am very capable of laughing at myself, and I care a lot about the feelings of others.  I don't tear other people down for my own personal gains.   I like to fight for the under dogs. 

I hate watching America's Funniest Home Videos, because I hate forcing laughter when something just isn't funny.   I mean, I work as a cashier, and all day creepy old men try to tell me jokes, and I force a laugh and smile, because a) I'm getting paid, and b) I want them to have positive feedback.  But on my own time, forcing myself to laugh just really annoys the fuck out of me.

My friends know that I date women, and they still like me.  and that's how it should be.

Recently, I was dating someone that I really fell for, and she broke my heart.      I learned a lot, though.     Self-acceptance.  and I'm still working on it, but it'll happen.   I'm ready to fall for someone again.

I love Monster Energy Drinks.  I have them for breakfast and it is expensive. Every morning before school I stop off at this shabby little gas station and buy my energy drink.  There's this middle-aged man that works there, and he's quite the character.  He always tells me really lame jokes, or asks me random questions.  I think he's lonely.  I think he's fabulous.    I'm excessively late to school every day.   My reasons for tardiness are never acceptable.  Usually I'm late because I'm dancing around in my room, or talking to random gas station guy.

I love people.  Because the more you talk to random strangers and assorted weirdos, the more obvious it becomes that we're all the same.  It's weird.  We're all weird.

Haha, well..  I hope this has been sufficiently uninsightful.