Alright, just to show you what I deal with.
Scene: I'm sitting on my bed, innocently typing on my computer. My little brother walks in and starts dancing, singing 'Nenenenneneer!' at the top of his lungs, swaying his hips in a fashion that would make Shakira jealous. Then he slammed the door in my face.
I'm scared too...
Anyway, I'm here to tell you that I don't fit in. Well, to say that I don't fit in would be a out-and-out lie because for the most part I do fit in. Sort of. I don't not fit in, but sometimes I feel more like a chameleon. Like I'm disguising myself, just a little, toning down on the weird levels, just a little to make sure that people don't suspect that I'm crazy. Because I am crazy.
Maybe crazy isn't the right word. Odd, seems more apt. Quirky. In a perpetually flummoxed state.
Or maybe I could describe it like this -
I'm fifteen. I write a blog and my ambition in life is to get a PhD in Creative Writing/English Literature (either one). My favorite names of all time, for a boy and girl respectively, are Boone and Tallulah. I like cooking gluten-free baked goods and distributing them to my friends. I am, as of right now, in my room listening to a really hot Croatian guy play the cello on YouTube while the rest of my family is watching the Bruins game in the kitchen.
Because my family is watching the Bruins, does that make me an odd duck? Should I be watching guys whack a small cylindrical object with sticks and fight each other while skating around like idiots instead of in my room listening to classical music played by Croatians? You may think that I'm linking to the videos because the guys are hot, but that isn't the only reason. They just reek with amazingness. If you watch any of the videos, please watch this one. It's head-banging cellists who are playing Michael Jackson. Did I mention that they are hot? Click it. You know you want to. CLICK IT. O.o
Yeah, I wrote a whole blog post just to get you all to watch a video about cellists.
But it was also about how I am weird.
Let the mocking commence.
(It's one liners because I love them)
Arguing with an idiot is pointless. He will only bring you down to his level and beat you with experience.
Hurting you is the last thing I want to do. It is however still on the list.
I asked God for a bike, but I know that God doesn't work that way. So I stole a bike instead and asked for God's forgiveness.
If I agreed with you, we'd both be wrong.
I like children - fried.
War does not determine who is right - only who is left.
We never really grow up, we only learn how to act in public.
My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son-of-a-bitch.
Y al final...
Having sex is like playing bridge: If you don't have a good partner, you better have a good hand.
Big sopping wet kisses to all of you.