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Nobody noticed my Facebook, twitter, devientart or tumblr comments.
Then I notice… I actually am a bit hurt that I’m NOT noticed…

Damn this feeling of social acceptance! Damn you!

Dear world,

if you think you want me to be barbie,Then I guess you’re gonna get ready to be kissin my ass!

Cool fact, I like video games, mud fights, paintball,…

This is going to be a strange concept but, here goes nothing,

Barbie is plastic
which means,

I can set her on fire.
That’s right, FIRE…
I’m a pyro.

I enjoy fire.

Fireworks.

Fireballs.

Firemen.

Another thing, BARBIE. IS. PLASTIC.
A plastic doll, you buy in a box, made from a machine. 

If you want me to be Barbie, you turn that awesome fire in my heart into ice-cold plastic.  In fact, it makes me want to set you on fire.  (oo, getting a bit crazy, murderous now…)

Few Fun Facts:

I’m chubby. 
Well, I run 1 to 2 miles a day.
I run around with niece and nephews, sports related… I also was born in a farming community where, when we eat, we eat the big chicken, baked potato, corn, green beans, roll-type meals.  I may be chubby, but I am healthy.

I have a gap in my teeth. 
So does my mom, and her mom, and both my aunts, and my niece.  That’s my family.  If you dont like it, you dont like my family.  That means I dont like you.  Caprende?

I don’t always do my hair. 
Listen, I go to school, night class, and work even shifts.  I can’t wear my hair down at work… and getting 6-7 hours of sleep when I work evenings is enough to make me wanna kill you, let alone getting up early enough to do my hair to look nice for you.

I don’t get my nails done. 
Funny story, I work evenings… and in the slim chance of free time I paint and do clay work.  Its freakin hard to work with clay with nails on.  TOO BAD.

I don’t always shave my legs. 
ITS WINTER TIME… IM WEARING JEANS!… I’m not sleeping with you, I’m going on a date with you… to the movies no less… where not only will I still be wearing jeans, but it will be dark… so I think someone needs to get over it.

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This entire thought came up when I got my senior pictures done.  My cousin did them and she did very little work to them.  Mostly just light effects and some blurs to the backgrounds and cool crap like that.  I honestly thought they were fantastic since she didn’t do anything different TO MY FACE! thank you very much! 

I gave one to the head journalist for the yearbook. 
A few girls saw this picture and were making comments about how pretty I was and how gorgeous it was.  One girl, who use to be friends with me, then commented, “She is really pretty, see?  She could be so pretty if she tried harder.”

… Was my senior picture me not trying hard enough?

No, she meant, if I looked ‘prettier’ I could be more popular.  Of course, she’s been a cheerleader all though middle and high school and her parents buy her everything… she has no worries in this world other than what college to spend her parents money at. 

Nothing about how I have a grand sarcastic personality, or not to pick a fight with me because I’m super strong, or I always show up late to school… but just that I was pretty enough!

So world, my point, your perception of beauty is seriously over-rated and the only cause of that skewed perception are the people who live on it.  I’ll do my best to work against it.
To tell every person they are beautiful no matter how they look. 
How different they seem. 
How strange they are.
Because they are.
Somewhere deep down, world, I know you’re beautiful too.  Or maybe you’re only molted rock… okay, You’re ruining my point.

I WILL NOT BE BARBIE, BITCHES! AY-AY-AY-AY-AY-AY-AY!

~Pro-Fi-Bo.

Saw a girl who use to be my absolute best friend. We would do tons of stuff together for a good year to year and a half but then we stopped hanging out as often. 

I know about her life.  I know about her real dad. 

She’s also one of the girls who talked me into attending a party and helped sneak me into the party, wanted me to drink at the party, wanted me to smoke at the party, wanted me to skinny dip, told me about how the first person she ever kissed and learned out to make out from was her girly best friend from another town, had me drive her around and would talk me into taking her to see her different boyfriends which I later would find out I was helping her sneak around because she wasn’t suppose to go.

Her boyfriend cheated on her after two years but I heard a rumor that she cheated on him first.

I felt bad… No one deserves to be cheated on.

Not even a week after breaking up him, she got together with her high school guy friend.

You know, though, no matter how much she shouldn’t have gotten cheated on because no one deserves it, she hasn’t changed her attitude.

I saw her in the hallway the other day with her new boyfriend and she looked me in the eye, looked away, and walked right  by me without saying anything.

I had a friend tell me something the other day,

“Once your best friends with someone, you are always best friends with someone but you just simply stop hanging out and doing things with them as often, if ever again.”

It may be true.  For a short time, we were good friends.  There’s no way in hell I’d hang out with her now.

We had good times but now that I think about it, maybe I’m better off.

I find it rather entertaining with how interesting my life is in my imagination compared to the reality of how absolutely boring my life really is.

Maybe I should be a writer?

fly-away-and-be-at-rest asked: I miss seeing your posts!

AWWW. Thank H.H. Imma try to get into a groove. :P

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So, I’ve been away from my sanity for about two months now.  I apologize.  Although I don’t actually, honestly, don’t know how many people I have following my crazy, awesomeness but, oh well. 

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Plenty of things have happened in the past few months.

For goodness sake, I’m seriously losing my mind.  IT IS EXPLODING WITH INSANITY!

I can’t even believe half the time that I get anything done because most of the time I just imagine taking a long shower, putting on some skimpy ass bikini which may show a bit of my chubby stomach that I have gotten because I stopped running, grab some delicious alcoholic drink, and swing in a hammock somewhere on a nice, warm beach away from people, just me. 

Sounds lonely? Hell no.  Don’t get me wrong, it would be nice to have people there with me but… seriously. I am a very social person.  I love talking to people.  But I do so much of it… all the time… everyday…  I just want some me time.  Some painting and doing art time.  Without other people to look over my shoulder, watching my every move like a hawk or micromanaging me like I’m a toddler and still wet my pants.

Yeah… that would be SOOOOO sweet.

But no, silly me, I think I can take on the world and do it all.  I’m sure I can accomplish anything I set my mind too… but that doesn’t mean there is enough time for me to accomplish it all before I have an EPIC FAIL stamped on my forehead.  Sigh, it’s only time before I meet Mr. Denzel Quincy Crocker from the Fairly Odd Parents.  Sometimes I just think maybe I’m a superhero of some sort!  I understand I’m not Superman.  Obviously, I don’t have a penis, but I was referring to the super powers, thank you very much.  And just to be honest, I have more of a penis then plenty of guys I know. 

In fact, today, my boyfriend (yes, he’s new, four months new), said he was going to the bank to talk to them about troubles he has encountered with his account balance.  He tried to convince me he had to get there before they closed… AND call his mom to ask her what to do because he didn’t know… Umm, that’s what the bank employees are there for: To help you.  So, ask one of the workers, no offense to your mother or anything, about YOUR account at YOUR bank.  You’re seventeen and you want to be a grown-up so come on…

Funny story, I wet my pants today.  Oh, what was I saying about not being looked after by a micromanaging hawk because I’m not a toddler who wets my pants? … Dude, it’s not like I did it on purpose… I was chatting with my boyfriend and we joke around as we always do.  He started to tickle me… He absolutely knows I’m extremely ticklish… and didn’t listen to me when I told him to stop cause he thought I was kidding. So, that’s what it came too.  I wet my pants.

Yeah, you giggled a little and, if I could, I would throw bologna at your face.

I would laugh then.  At your face.  Covered in bologna.

I guess it happened though…

The story of the wet pants.

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I came to tumblr with the fact that I had been gone forever and the thought that… I don’t talk about awesome stuff enough.  Here’s the deal.. I want the world to be awesome.  Full of intellect and with a lack of stupidity and worldsuck.  Honestly, like Nerdfighters.  So, that’s what I am going to devote my life to.  Being awesome. 

Maybe talking about awesome life things… things that actually happen….

I don’t know what color to paint my nails.  OH MY THAT’S SHALLOW…. well, shut it.  I mean for prom, which only happens once a year and I cannot decide what I would like to paint the nails on my fingers.  Wanna give me a hand?  (pun intended) :D

Speaking of shallow, I have a girl at school… oh good gravy, here comes another story about bitches… you are correct!  I have heard her say, because she has announced it in two different classes I am in with her, that her mom lets her stay home from school almost every time she asks.  In fact, sometime she doesn’t want to come to school just because she wakes up in the morning and doesn’t know what to wear… a dress, what heels, sometimes the outfit she wants is dirty…

… fo real.

Am I the only one that thinks that’s a little bit… ehhh, a little shallow?

Come on!  I want to chat about actual things… I mean things that actually happen such as history.  Such as current events or past events.  Such as superhero and comic book discussions.  Photographs and articles of life. 

At this moment though, I do need help with colors.  The dress is red, the shoes are black and red, the necklace is gold and black, the Chinese Dragon bracelet and earrings are silver and red, the clutch is this cool light blue and purple color but is strongly silver… So, I have shiny black, sparkly red and black, sparkly red, sparkly silver, and obviously glow-in-the-dark nail polish…  Mix and match?  Genius!  What colors you thinking?

… until next time…

~projectfishbowl~