I like talking about myself. I'm a walking contradiction. I am addicted to livejournal. I hate school. I like to laugh. I have my dad's nose and lips. I look like my mom, though. Taking pictures is fun. So is lipgloss. And chicken quesadillas. I hate George W. Bush. Sometimes I like to run around my room in underwear and sing into my hairbrush while I jump on the bed. Sometimes I don't. I like weird music. And shiny pink nail polish. And my favorite pair of Converse I stole from Nick Siler. They own. I like to speak Spanish. I like telling strangers that they can call me daddy. Rambling is fun. But not as fun as the #8 from Wendy's. WITH honey mustard. I've strangled seven people before because they didn't give me honey mustard. I'm also very sarcastic. I love Victoria's Secret. And I like wearing my hair in very high, very uncomfortable pony tails on the very top of my head so I can look like Pebbles and make everyone say "Awww." I have copyrighted the pelvic thrust. And I dance like a psycho. I own.
