Let's begin; I have no idea where to begin or what to tell you. I can't differentiate what's important from what's ridiculous, and I can't tell what you're feeling about me, so I don't know how to go on.

I'm silly, bubbly, happy, love to laugh, and dance. I prefer to be happy, content, satisfied with life, in fact, I work very hard to be that. I don't allow downers in my life for that reason.

Don't get me wrong though- I have a broad spectrum of emotions- I have my ups, my downs, and of course the days I don't want to crawl out of bed. I have nights where I can't sleep, and days where nothing goes right. Those days are the days that I forget and let them go. I have my pet peeves too, but I don't actually let them get to me.

I'm arrogant, it's a fault, I know. But, if you don't want to concern yourself with getting some type of education, I don't have time for you. There are different types of education, different types of smart, and if you're too stupid to educate yourself in one of them, you're a waste of space, in my opinion. I do think I'm better than most people. I hold myself to a higher standard than most do. I've also lived through enough to know I'll live through anything life throws my way - and I don't have time to listen to others' problems on how their suburban life sucks.

I know where I'm going in life. The exact route? I'm not so sure yet. There's too many options. One day, I'll be a secondary education teacher, and hopefully, I'll teach more than just the curriculum asks for. The most we can learn isn't taught in a classroom, though, what is taught in the classroom helps. I plan on alternative modelling, as well as owning a business. I don't know how I'll do all this stuff at once, but, que sera, sera, what will be, will be. Not that I drift along allowing things to happen as they will. Opportunities happen because I (or you) make them happen, not because they choose to be. I plan on making all my "opportunities" happen.

As a visualization, I have this hard outer shell that no one can get through. Almost no one, that is. There's this thing where, I'd have to respect your opinion, and your opinion of me, before any thing you say to me actually matters. It's not that I'm hardcore, (because all those little hardcore kids, would shatter under the pressure I've been through,) because I'm not. It's not that I'm so self centered or narcisstic that I actually think the world of myself, I just don't allow people who don't know me to have any effect on what I think of myself. If I don't know you, any comment on how I look, act, talk, walk, think, or carry myself won't matter. Because, well, you don't matter to me.

Not that you can't matter to me. You could always weasel your way into being a friend of mine. It's not like it's that hard. I'm always up for random conversations with strangers.

I love squids. Everything about them! From the little baby squids that are less than an inch big, to the huge colossal squid. I like the short mantled ones, the long mantled ones. I like their beaks and how they have the largest animals eyes!

I've been rainbow infatuated for about 7 years now. I have everything in rainbows, clothes, towels, hairbrushes, toothbrushes, paintings, shoelaces, belts - everything.

I love pet names, as long as they're given in an affectionate, respectful way by someone who knows me well enough to give me one. Along with that, I love "PDA"'s. If you enjoy my company, show me you do. I'll look back and cherish it forever.

Ask about anything. I like to answer any questions, even if I don't know the answer I'll try to look it up and figure it out..

The business look. I'd love a tailored suit. I'd like every guy to be in shirts and ties all the time. I like how professional everyone looks in them.

I love this food, the condensed, little kid chicken noodle soup - when I'm sick, not sick, cold, hot, upset - it's my all around comfort food.

I hope they never mutate. I don't like them at all. If any living thing scares me it's this spore. You breathe it in, go crazy, try to infect others, and then have it's little fungi pop out of your head or chest and grow to infect others.

I'm really beginning to hate any username with the following things: anything to do with the words: Jellybean(s), panda(s), cupcake(s), 666, massacre, suicide, gore, vampire, lust, prince(ss), baby, diamond(s), goth(ic), cunt, whore, sex, dark, love(r), angel, demon, or emo, any alliteration, any sex references, any sexuality references, band name references, anything being ___core, any twilight references, any ICP references, anything to do with love/relationships, swearing, one letter/number, no letters/numbers (just dashes and hyphens), excessive X's, dropdead____/_____dropdead, nevershout/scream_____, i___you/(name)_____you, _____saurus, or Bring____theHorizon.

Anyone who can't type out all the letters in anything you write pisses me off.

Yes, all of you. Firstly, you aren't hardcore. You're self-centered. Your parents never disciplined you, and I hope you never put your little electric charge into my gene pool. It's bad enough your parents put theirs in. The people who are actually "hardcore" don't boast about it, because it's nothing to be proud of, the things that got you to "hardcore" aren't things that are good, or moral, or should emulated or imitated. Though, you, and your fucked up thinking thought it was a good idea, didn't you? And the sad thing? You're not even imitating it well. You're putting shame to it. Go home.