figured i should tell a little about me, especially as its an oppourtunity to rant when no ones listening.

basically, im a kinda insane, kinda macabre, kinda normal, kinda genious girl.

i try to be honest all the times, but sometimes its easier (and in the person im lying tos best intrest) to lie. not that i ever outright lie anymore, i've found that streching the truth, half truths, and unique phrasing works best. and people generally assume what they wanna hear anyway, so it works. of course, with some people it's harder than others...

when i say im insane, i actually do mean it. i have a lot of issues (or maybe just one big one, its impossible to tell without seeing a professional), some of the things that've been seriously considered are ADD, bipolar, depression, anxiety, anorexia (though im getting better about that one, thanks to my friends ), and just plain insanity. it makes life a bit tricky, but hey, i make do.

thats something else about me, im what me and some of my family/friends call 'brittish' (no, im not from britten, though my ancestors are and i wanna live there someday). basically, (and this goes for my mom as well) *uses prim brit accent* "we do *not* 'get over it'. we make do. we do *not* air the dirty laundrey out in public, or private for that matter. in fact, we we pretend that the dirty laundrey does not exist. and if it does *dare* to rear its ugly head, we turn around and act as though we do not see it. period. we move along." i kinda hate most of that, but its how i was raised, and its pretty deep in my psyche. my moms worse about it, its like shes got this book, 'this is how we do things', midwest mormon eddition. in her eyes, everything must fit into a nice little box. and any part of a thing that doesnt fit in her box doesnt exist. (in case you cant tell, i dont really fit into a box.)

oh yeah, im bi. it took awhile to accept that, my parents are gay hatters. even my little brother, the most accepting one in my house (when it comes to me at least), took a long time to "forgive" me. the one thing that pisses me off most is the "unnatural" line. use it, and you'll die.

which reminds me- ways to tell if im pissed
if im smilling really big and fake, you might wanna run.
if im wearing my black smiley-faced skull tee shirt, you might wanna run.
if my nose is twitching, you might deffinatly wanna run.
if i start talking in a huffy brittish accent, you might wanna run.
if i start saying "the sky is blue the grass is green the sky is blue the grass is green...", you might wanna run.

i love little kids. they are so addorable, even when theyre mad or sleepy. when i grow up, i wanna be a teacher, 2nd or 4th grade, maybe middle school math.

i love learning, and knowledge. i dont have the best grades (ADD plus lazy), but i ace every test and assignment i do. i even correct the teacher sometimes (but not in class anymore). i wanna have a docterate in psychology, math, education, mythology, and astronomy. i love math, because im good at it, it makes sense, and im better at it than my mom is. i really love psychology best though. i love getting inside peoples minds and figuring out what makes people tick, how they work.

well i'll write more later. i've gotta go babysit, and listen to stasia's insanity.