Friday, February 19, 2010

Week Six: You're so vain.

Meghan is a terrible person! She is so conceded, and always sooooo freaking mean to everyone! It’s like she doesn’t have a heart! I hate how she thinks she is so awesome with all of that black make-up, red hair, and foreign boyfriends. She isn’t even cool, she hangs out with all the losers, and bandies. Oh yeah, soooo cool huh? Why does she think she is so pretty anyways? She has really weird curly hair, and those eyes, gross! They are waaay too big. And her nose! Hello! Anyone want to go skiing?!? She’s weirdly tall, and is obsessed with some lame German band Tokio Hotel. I mean, is that a girl or what? Then she gets all defensive if anyone bashes on them. THEY LOOK GAY! I don’t even know why I am wasting my time, ink, and paper writing about this loser anyway. What a waste of air, and space she is…. UGH! I wish she would just evaporate!

Friday, February 12, 2010

Blog Five: Favorite Toy

One of my most cherished toys from my child hood was my football. My dad and I would go out in the back yard, and play catch all afternoon when I got home from pre-school, and it was the only thing that really let me fit in with the family. I was, and still am, the one that stands out from the rest. I wear the black, and listen to the “dark” music, and they only see the outer layer of who I am.
I never wanted to be in the kitchen cooking with all the girls at holidays, like all of my other girl cousins. I wanted to be outside with all of the guys playing football. Where I felt Like I was finally looked at for not what I was wearing, but for my love of the game.

Blog Four: Old Habit

An odd habit of mine that I have had FOREVER is twirling my hair. When I was born I had a full head of bright red hair, and everyone wanted to touch it, so they would twirl it. When I was about five or six years old, I remember sitting in front of my grandma at Christmas, and her twirling my hair, and me falling asleep. And now it is a habit that has stuck, and I twirl my hair all of the time. I twirl it when I get mad, when I am stressed, or just when I am bored.