I’ve been told I’m weird on several occasions. I believe that is what makes me so wonderful. I like listening to depressing music, watching girlie movies, going to the lake, partying, chatting online to my friends I never see, reading, taking pictures of myself, having a ridiculous amount of flip-flops, free dinners and movies, camping, staring at the cemetery out my window, old war posters, brushing my teeth, kissing, holding hands, pretending that I work out everyday, being outdoors, starting fights with people who piss me off, writing children’s stories, having few girl friends, lots of guy friends, and text messages. I’m needy. I get bored easily. I’m extremely picky. And completely indecisive. Sometimes I try too hard to be cool. I get attached too easily. And hurt far too much. I worry a great deal. I’m extremely emotional, but do not let most people see it. I’m terrified of commitment. I tend to hold grudges for too long. I am a little overdramatic. I hate driving, people that don’t get a hint, boys that cry, girls, people that constantly smoke, liars, anyone who thinks they are better than someone else, hearing people chew, people that can’t stay still, carbonated beverages (exceptions must be made), and cinnamon toothpaste. My goal in life is to leave my mark in the world. I want to do something that will help people, which in turn will create a better world for our future generations. Specifically, I would like to become an adoption specialist, ensuring all children will be able to be raised in a loving and nurturing family. I also have dreams of opening up a summer camp for foster children.