About Me

Well, I don't really have anything to talk about, or rather, to blog about. So I guess I'll tell you guys a little about me. Not that there's much.

I'm not your typical girl. I'm very simple. I don't wear makeup, and it's partially because I'm lazy. I love animals. I can't stand violence. You can talk to my family-when we watch movies that have violence, I'll jump when somebody does something violent. Like in The Dark Knight (I HATE that movie), when Joker does that weird 'trick' with the pencil where he shoves it in the guy's head or whatever, I jumped like, 10 feet in the air. Maybe I'm just sensitive. I don't know, but violence is WAY not my thing, even if somebody deserves it.

I nearly cried while watching an episode of "Supernatural", which I usually like. It's called "Bedtime Stories" and it's like fairy tales were coming true, but in modern times. Like, the big bad wolf (this is what made me cry), this lady is coming out of the grocery store, and this guy comes and helps her put her groceries in her car. First of all, he just LOOKS creepy, which was enough to send shiver down my spine. So, he puts one bag in, and she puts her last bag in, and while she's leaning in, he shoves her in and starts beating her up. It just shows him throwing punches, but you can hear it, and you can imagine it, and I ran out of the room, tears in my eyes. I have not watched a Supernatural since.

So, anyway, I try not to let people see if I'm hurt, unless it's my mom and we're alone. Sometimes I have a hard time keeping things in, and other times, it's real easy. Oh, and I can't lie (not if it's a 'big' lie). I have the hugest conscience, and so it's always nagging at me. I don't cheat on tests, because of said conscience. I've always been told "Don't cheat", and I don't. I tried explaining this to two kids who suggested I cheat, but I just couldn't explain it. And besides, God knows what I'm doing, and he's the one that REALLY matters. Terrible, nagging conscience.

I mentioned I loved animals. Can't smell the stink until it's REALLY powerful, or I stick my nose right in it. Momma Bear has a sensitive nose, and gags every time she walks into my room. See, I have a rabbit, and I don't have time to clean the cage everyday. So she opens my blinds (she thinks I'm a vampire), and opens my window. I love fresh air. Absolutely love the smell of rain, mixed with dirt and wood chips, especially if they're like cedar or something. It's just so... so... so good. Don't ask why. It just is.

So, that's a little bit of me. Oh, and I'm good at keeping secrets. See, I go home and write them in my journal, and sometimes, I forget. No one looks at my journal. Momma Bear is good about not snooping in my stuff. Dad is a big fan of 'privacy respecting', so we're actually not allowed in someone else's room unless invited. No one is that good at keeping it, not even me. Especially at dinner time, 'cause ya gotta tell 'em, don't ya? All right. Enough about me. You guys tell me something maybe I don't know. Like your favorite music artist. Or color. Actually, don't. BORING!!!! Tell me things you've done, something OUTRAGEOUS. Like over the weekend, I was goofing around at a restaurant and stuck four straws (still with their paper covers on) in a little 'bowl' of ketchup. Taco Man hates ketchup, so I saved his straw, but my brothers and dad came back, and they were pretty mad. I was all "Lighten up, you guys. GEEZ!" But I admit I can be sensitive sometimes. Anyway...