Thu, 01 Nov 2007 06:14:02 GMT

I'm what most others consider typical. 19 years old, female, 5'6", 110lbs(due to an unfortunate run-in with my headache medication sideeffects + two week of sickness), light brown hair, green eyes... the whole deal. I'm nothing exceptional to look at, but I'm not ugly, either. I have no self-esteem, so take it from me when I can bolster up enough gall to tell you that I'm reasonably good-looking.

My favorite color is green. Not that you'd care to know, but I like making things like that clear.

I normally have a pretty easy disposition, and I make friends without a lot of difficulty. Don't ask me how, but people are drawn to me, even though I'm the kind of friend that jokingly treats others like shit. For some reason, my friends like this- probably because I'm their living, breathing reality check, more often than not.
In addendum- I love meeting new people.

I will, more likely than not, embarrass you if you hang out with me in public places. Or, if you walk by busy highways with me, I might just push you into oncoming traffic; with love, of course. ♥

I will probably let you and your expectations of me down, and with my luck you'll end up hating me for it, or looking down on me- but it's okay. Why? Because your opinions will not affect how I live my life. I've grown up from those days. I've come to realize that people either get along with me, or hate me. Frankly, I couldn't care less if you make the decision to hate me- it's your loss. I don't have an ego, but if you can't take the time to get to know someone before passing judgement, then you're not worth my time.

Rain is my favorite weather, and breezy sunny days/cool muggy nights are a close second; cold, crisp nights come in third, but only because I prefer company that I usually can't have for nights like those. Much like in regards to my favorite color, you probably don't give a flying shitmonkey, but it's okay. I'm still telling you, because I can.

My passion is art. Ceramics, precisely, because it's what I'm best at. My hands are my tools. Photography probably comes next, and then drawing.
Then comes singing. Really, singing probably ranks higher than even my art- I've been singing since I was five years old, and even despite my lack of self-esteem I can admit that I have a voice that, especially with proper training, begs to be heard.

I shake my foot when I sit. Nervous habit. Sometimes I nod my head when I don't pay attention.

I like to watch my feet when I walk, because I have a slight tendency to trip sometimes; sadly, it doesn't really help. I still trip anyway. Because I'm not looking ahead to see what I might run into. Head-on collisions are my expertise.

I love colouring on paper table cloths at restaurants, with crayons or anything they have to offer. Or with whatever I have on me, since I usually have art supplies in my purse. Prismacolor pencils are your friends.

Observing people and getting in trouble/ scolded(jokingly or seriously) for staring is a favored past time of mine.

I love taking on your body language.
I love making you smile without moving your mouth.
I love pausing in the middle of a kiss and saying "Hi".
I love knowing that you aren't really beautiful until I know you.
I love watching your hands, or your lips, or your brow, or your body in general move when I should be listening to you speak.
I love knowing I'm saying more when nothing's coming out of my mouth.
I love having a tight grip.
I love feeling your expressions change when your face is buried in my neck or my shoulder.
I love breathing in what you breathe out.

My hands can be chaotic. My ears can be brilliant. My eyes can taste. My lips can hear. My sexuality, as rare as it is, might make you melt. My honesty, which is far from rare, might make you freeze.

I'm here to offend you; to make you uncomfortable.

This is me.

And despite everything my mother tells me, I will be something big one day. Just watch me. You'll see.

FRIENDS ONLY.
if you're interested, join me for a little road trip. and don't forget to shout at me that you want to be added- i've probably got the radio up way too loud.

without a doubt