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i suppose some sort of description of myself would be appropriate. i am 17. in some ways i am a normal teenage girl. in some ways i am not. i think a little bit too much. i have seen a little bit too much. i am fairly intelligent. i suppose these things make me more than average. or at least different.
however, i have also cried over a boy. i like going to the mall. i have a crush on a rock star. i suppose these things makes me typical. or at least human.

lists. these little sites always seem to include lists.

i am...
perpetually bored, a high school dropout, one of those strange people who actually LIKE to read, bipolar, loud and obnoxious yet very introverted (who ever thought such a thing was possible?), always misunderstood, slightly bitter, a thumb sucker (and proud)

i like...
walking in the rain, emo boys in sweaters, movies that make me cry, books that make me think, sleeping, local coffee houses and record stores, angry girl-rock, lithium (keeps me sane), nyquil (keeps me asleep), thrift shops, greek food, conspiracy theories, trading spaces, chai