Hmm. Where to begin?

Well first and foremost, I’m a very outspoken individual, and I’ve been told this on more than one occasion. Two, by my count, but then again, I don’t generally listen much.

I'm also very against censoring.

I’m slowly but surely nearing the end of my “high school career” (I sometimes hope that all my future career choices involve time-wasting, minimal amounts of work and effort) and I’m still in the process of plotting the rest of my life. (Screw planning. I’m more diabolic than that.) I’m currently very passionate about art, writing and literature, however, I will never read anything that was written by a local author ever again. (Thank you, my wonderful English teacher, you.)

I’m often referred to as “That Chick That Draws Hardcore” (or “Sarcastic Bitch”, take your pick) because that’s basically all I do in class. Besides messing with the heads of my teachers. ( I love you, English teacher. )

I have an interest in anime and manga (”LAWL, nerd!!1!!1!eleven”) and no, the characters I draw are not from Sailor Moon (Damn you, ignorant classmates.)

Also, I’m an optimist. Really. (My glass is never half empty. It’s always full, or at least close to it. I make sure to refill it as soon as it’s empty.)

I love my friends, even when they’re idiots. (Okay, so maybe I don’t stick by them when they’re complete idiots, but I do help by pointing out that they’re stupid.) They’re amazing, and I’m not sure what I would do without them. (It’s really hard to find people to put up with my bitching and whatnot, y’know? You wouldn’t think so. I’m lucky that my level of complete awesomeness tends to cancel out the bad stuff.)

I don’t like long walks on the beach and sunsets. I like a short walk on the beach that leads to a party, and sunrises because you know the night is complete. (Then you can go pass out somewhere. Preferably in a shaded region. Sunshine and long nights are not friends. They’ve told me so in the worst of ways.)

I hate math. I can’t do it. The extent of my mathematical skills would be the “less than three” heart: That’s right. I think I gave up all hope on math when one of my teachers told me that he took a class in university and one of his professors showed him this huge complicated theory that technically proved that “1+1″ actually equals three. That wrecked the entirety of my math knowledge at it’s very core. Needless to say, my math grades are generally rather low. (Luckily, I rock at every other part of my life.)

I am a procrastinator. And I’ll probably finish writing this when I feel like it.