I'm a weird un-classifiable individual.
I play video & computer games but love the outdoors.
I wear my hair "emo" but wear "prep"-type clothes.
Actually, I have clothes that fit evry stereotype, and where them all.
(But nothing's better than a good pair of jeans and a button up long sleeve shirt)
I have a pouldron (armor for you shoulder) hanging in my closet.
I have a shelf "displaying" a bowling pin, Jones soda bottles, and daggers.
I need to have a place for evrything, but my room's a mess.
I still dabble with LEGOs from time to time.
I can't stand being late, but I procrastinate more than anyone evr.
My life's a mess, but somehow I manage to help others.
I want to be a landscaper and I love to play around with the Rubix cube.
I've felt alone alot in my life, but I have more people who love me than I could evr ask for.
I like fire.
And explosions.
I don't eat.
I hate to go to bed, but I hate to get out of bed. (but I think that's evry guy and/or teen)
I like music that's sweet/sappy-ish, but I like "disgruntled singer"-type music too.
I'm shy, but somehow charasmatic.
Some people say or have said I'm "hot." I'm sceptical of their observations.
Sometimes I get paranoid when I'm home alone.
I used to grab knives, but now I set the case with the 16 gauge open on my bed, and hang the bandolier (belt with 25 shotgun shells on it) on my desk chair.
I'm weird and I know it.
I'm really not sure how I got going on all of that; I just started and kept going. Who knows. I guess I'll stop. This must be the "I'm Me" post, chapter 1. ... or something. I need sleep bad. Stayed out late-ly last night and had to get up early and be at work at 8:00 to open. Fun. But it's my job. And I needed the extra hours and thus the extra $$. So I'm going to hit the sack now at an almost record setting 10:30-ish. I don't think I've gone to be this early in like, a year. Not sure, I don't actually keep track.
This is another pic of Mortimir (MorT). It's a really cool pic, despite the words "Screen Captured" plastered right in the center of it.
I play video & computer games but love the outdoors.
I wear my hair "emo" but wear "prep"-type clothes.
Actually, I have clothes that fit evry stereotype, and where them all.
(But nothing's better than a good pair of jeans and a button up long sleeve shirt)
I have a pouldron (armor for you shoulder) hanging in my closet.
I have a shelf "displaying" a bowling pin, Jones soda bottles, and daggers.
I need to have a place for evrything, but my room's a mess.
I still dabble with LEGOs from time to time.
I can't stand being late, but I procrastinate more than anyone evr.
My life's a mess, but somehow I manage to help others.
I want to be a landscaper and I love to play around with the Rubix cube.
I've felt alone alot in my life, but I have more people who love me than I could evr ask for.
I like fire.
And explosions.
I don't eat.
I hate to go to bed, but I hate to get out of bed. (but I think that's evry guy and/or teen)
I like music that's sweet/sappy-ish, but I like "disgruntled singer"-type music too.
I'm shy, but somehow charasmatic.
Some people say or have said I'm "hot." I'm sceptical of their observations.
Sometimes I get paranoid when I'm home alone.
I used to grab knives, but now I set the case with the 16 gauge open on my bed, and hang the bandolier (belt with 25 shotgun shells on it) on my desk chair.
I'm weird and I know it.
I'm really not sure how I got going on all of that; I just started and kept going. Who knows. I guess I'll stop. This must be the "I'm Me" post, chapter 1. ... or something. I need sleep bad. Stayed out late-ly last night and had to get up early and be at work at 8:00 to open. Fun. But it's my job. And I needed the extra hours and thus the extra $$. So I'm going to hit the sack now at an almost record setting 10:30-ish. I don't think I've gone to be this early in like, a year. Not sure, I don't actually keep track.
This is another pic of Mortimir (MorT). It's a really cool pic, despite the words "Screen Captured" plastered right in the center of it.
I hate being tired and not being able to sleep. Let's go try again.
3 comments:
you're a silly head.
but one of my best guy friends.
i miss hanging out with you. :(
i love you more than you know...i just wish i hadn't ruined your life. i can't live with that
ahem...please call me when you get the chance. i guess you forgot today. that's alright. you can call me this weekend. love ya! :)
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