Number of Candles on my Last Cake: Seventeen.
You really can’t tell? I’m a: Girl. Mistake me for a boy again, and I'll hurt you.
I’m: a Junior.
I’m, more Often Then Not, Called a: "That Girl." I don't really stick with the same groups. I'm a wanderer I guess. You can usually find me with the Greasers though. I don't look like a greaser though, right? I only hangout with them. Not my fault the Greaser guys are yummy.
How the Hell is This Your Business?!: Keep your nose where it belongs, But yes, I'm straight.
Height: 5'8
Weight: 120
Hair Color: Brunette. I guess from my dads side?
Eye Color: A dark shade of blue. Definitely from my mom.
What the Mirror Doesn't Show: Ah, your expecting the all too original 'facade' so no one can get close to the ' Real Me" And Blah Blah Blah.. Yeeeah.. No. What you see is what you get. ..Most the time. I guess I can come off as a little mean. It's not that I mean to be. No matter how annoying and a pest you are. I'm usually straight forward and tend to keep from beating around the bush as possible. I don't quite understand anything that isn't a plain hard fact. I don't believe in ghosts. You could say im a bit of a rebel. I just don't like people telling me what to do. I don't handle authority well, and when I'm angered. Well... I feel bad for the next person to come within a few feet of me.
Don't worry, I'm not all bad. I have a pretty good tolerance. Especially for pain. Pyscical and Mental. More than often I find myself surrounded by morons--So I tend to just ignore the idiotic people and stick with my headphones. Which infact, is my most prized possesion right next to my pack of gum. I have a real sense of sentimental value, I know.
I don't have many friends and the friends that I do have are like my family. I'd do anything for them, just like how they'd do anything for me.
On an unrelated note; I love my lollipops.
A Stroll Down Memory Lane: You could say I had a pretty rough childhood. But its all I ever knew, So I didn't really think there was anything to it. It was just.. It.
My mom got knocked up at sixteen. Teen pregnancies don't turn out well. They never do.
Of course, the father was unknown. I never got that part.. I guess you just sleep with so many people you lose count? Ha. Gross. But yeah, I don't know my dad.
My mom was a real looker though. Blonde, nice body, stunning blue eyes. Even after having the baby she kept her figure. I ended up living with my grandmother til I was nine. My mom continued her old habits, clubbing, bringing home guys. Plus the drinking, it wasn't a good envirement. You see, that part of my childhood was pretty nice. It all turned the corner and went straight into a pit of shit when my grandmother died. Having no where else to go, I moved in with my mom in her one bedroom apartment. She'd drink and bring home guys everynight. She used the bedroom for God knows what and I stayed in the living room. I'd usually sleep on the recliner and ate whatever was in the fridge. Having no attention directed torwards me, I became a hardened indivedual over time. At first it hurt. But once it hurts long enough, it starts going numb. Pretty soon I felt nothing. I was nothing.
At age fifteen, I moved out, Or Ran away. Whatever tickles your fancy. I crashed at my friend Elli's apartment and split the rent with her and her older sister. Haven't seen my mom since.
Personal Issues: Fear of the dark.
What I Brought Along:
A tent, backpack and a duffelbag.
Backpack
Two side pockets~ Two water bottles.
Small front pocket~ Pack of gum, bobbypins, bug repelent. Headphones & Ipod.
Larger front pocket~ A few lollipops and a hairbrush. Three Granola bars & crackers.
The general backpack~ Four plaid blouses and four Jean shorts. Underwear and bra's and whatnot.
Along with a spare of sneakers and a blade hidden under all of the clothes.
Duffel Bag
A jacket
Few more shorts and shirts.
Underwear and bra's.
Swimsuit
A book
Side pocket~Toothpaste & Toothbrush, & floss.
Oh, Yeah! I have my tongue peirced. It's a silver stud. My bestfriend Elli has one too.. If that matters.