SEPTUAGENARIAN!!!
Now that I have your attention... I have no idea what to say. Some people spout out something witty and sarcastic or humorously hilarious while others go with something thought provoking, like a single quote or well thought out line that makes you go; "Hey, cool." Me? I really have nothing thought provoking to say... or all that funny unless you’re like me and find crude jokes and road kill laughable, sometimes I like crude jokes about road kill... just to liven up my morning.
I am, unfortunately, a peer at my local high school, which I hate because several of my good friends switched to the college-prep/business school in town so I barely see them. The fact that our principal is a douche and our teachers all suck doesn’t really help to further my personal opinion of the reliability of the education offered by the place... strictly my opinion of course.
I am, contrary to the lack of posted documents under my name, a writer. Not a half bad one either when I put my mind to it... or get over my writers block and sleep, but either way, I haven’t been really spouting out Shakespear or Poe lately so I’ll just stick with reading till my muse gets off his honeymoon. Ah, my muse, Bob the Alien, married to a pine tree and had a set of twins recently. A boy and a girl, Pine and Cone, sweet little bugger’s, bite like vixen though. You should be acquainted with Bob, as when I finally do sit my ass down and write something that doesn’t resemble a three-year-olds two second essay on Africa’s Age of Imperialism, you’ll be hearing a lot about him... imaginary as he is.
I’m not half a crazy as some may think I am, about ten times as smart as people think I am dumb and not nearly as stoned as I play off to be. I’m what some may call eccentric, I call it long-winded, you might agree. Don’t judge me by my name, I’ve never been freaked, I am rather freaky though. As a note, if you can’t tell by my extensive favorites list, I like boys who like boys (I even have a tee-shirt) and I like to write about boys who like boys from a boys perspective, disregarding the fact that I am, indeed, female. I figure I like boys and they like boys... so I’ll just dream up my dream boy and shove him into a story with hot steamy homoerotic man sex... sound lovely? Splendid, cause I rather thought so.
-Freaked
'I don't wear your Abercrombie so don't listen to my punk rock.'
--AFI
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