let's see. i want to write an about me describing how i want to be a boy. not a man, not a baby boy. like, a teenage boy. a 16 year old boy. okay, maybe 17. but i want to be a boy with a car, end of junior year preferibly. i want to be a fucking guy and i want to wear jeans that are skinny to guys but if a girl put them on it'd be nothing. and i'd only have plaid boxers. ONLY PLAID. and i think i would just be so much happier then. because, what really can a guy be insecure about? their dick size? wtf ever. i don't care. if i had a cute face, red hair, STRAIGHT or even wavy red hair that was long and flippy, and freakin, this hat i have, michael's pandaa hat.

i'd be so happy. i want to be a guy so badly. i think i'd be so much better off.

i want to write an about me of the awful things about me. like the ironically awful things. like for example, i've been trying to work out since december of freshman year, and when i FINALLY give up i lose like 15lbs. WTF?!! WTF IS UP WITH THAT. my dad walked up to me a couple weeks ago and was like, talking to my brother, saying, "look at nicole, she used to be over weight but it all worked out." O.O 

are you kidding? like seriously?
i honestly don't  care. i'm not bitching and complaining about this, i never talk about stupid little things that bother me, unless i'm ranting, because i do rant alot, but in a funny manner?
but right now, dude. there are little fucking things that people just do that they have no idea they're doing it. people are so sterotypical and stupid, and they have no idea what comes out of their mouths.

none. no idea what so ever.

i don't hate anyone in all honesty. not even the people who deserve it.
whattttttttever.
whatever!

*INSERT AWKWARD SUICIDE HERE*
lolololololololol. my mood on myspace is cute.