Soooo. I just turned 16, the actual day of which was fun but the general concept of which (somehow ruining my second pseudo-relationship of the summer, ergo no one to kiss/whatever it is you're supposed to do on your sweet 16) was, on the whole, not fabulous. But in spite of that I realized that someday I am going to find someone who doesn't care that I am absolutely insane. Which, admittedly, is going to be difficult, since I tell everyone everything about myself within several minutes of meeting them. It's sort of how I am.
I would tell my whole life story to a stranger if I thought it would give us some common ground. Hell, even if it wouldn't, I'd do it anyway. I am terrified of snapping turtles for reasons that confuse me. I love pet names. I'm terrible at DDR. I sing loudly even when I'm not in the shower. I know every lyric and every note of RENT. I re-watch movies and re-read books over and over and over. I am vehemently against boring underwear. I hate it when my friends forget my birthday and when people don't call me back. I love to sneeze. I have a favorite number, and it is 5. I miss having someone to talk to until 3 in the morning. Every time someone says "bye" to me I hear that little IM slamming-door sign-off sound in my head. I can touch my feet to my head four different ways. I loathe feeling gullible or stupid, which is why I hate it when people screw with my head. I have an almost pathological need to feel close to people. Cherry Coke makes my day. I always smell nice, and I'm not sure why. I love stupid little things like holding hands. I get the hiccups very, very often. I would do anything for someone I care about. I have amazing shoes. I can draw sheep incredibly well. I bake constantly. I sometimes take multiple showers per day for no reason at all. I have a million little blurbs in my head just like these that I feel like I have to get out or I'll go crazy.
And someday I am going to find someone who gets it, and who wants me in spite of, or even because of, all that.