This is a journal dedicated to my midnight monologues... and such.
ABOUT ME SECTION!
(that no one will read...)
I am a sixteen year old aspiring psychologist, with strong political interests, a twisted sense of humor, and a dismal spark on life that ensures my mildly pessimistic and hypocritically illogical life. (I cannot believe I spelled that all right.)
I'm a Schizotypal, like all smart people. (Buahaha.)
And if I appear to have a God-complex at any point in time, it's my natural introverted spirit mimicking my heroes in order to feel emotionally protected. Yeah, that would be why I'm very direct about stupid aspects of myself as well. It's the Perfect talking, believe me. (btw, my heroes are Steven Colbert and House)
I was born in Vegas, and almost accepted to go up two grades when I was in 1st. But I didn't. Because that takes too much effort... So I'm technically just a lazy graduate... my class was supposed to be 2010 according to Nevada, who were going to force me up in high-school. Luckily for my laziness, I moved. Where? To the heartland, which I had previously despised with all of my being.
Back to me, because I'm great, I'm an INTJ... a SINGLE INTJ! WOO!
Not that you do or should care. I'm too busy texting-up boys in my area to boost my self-esteem. Yes, it's a terrible, immoral idea, and I completely disagree with it. Too bad that's not stopping me from acting like a phone-ho.
I go to a school full of completely ignorant people. Even our most bright students are only smart in the matter of memorizing headlines from the textbooks and being able to write essays on them. Yeah, I guess I could excel at that too, but I'm too short-sighted. I prefer the philosophical arts. Religion, government, human theory... the works of the working.
I'm going into relationship therapy in college. Unfortunately I can't solve my own relationship problems. Reason being my level of pickiness rates far over your "Mr. Perfect". And, by the way, your Mr. Perfect looks like s**t and has no personality. I would kick him to the curb before he even hit my lawn. I mean he's so pathetic I would run to his house and chop him to pieces before he got a chance to disgrace me with his presence... yeah. That's freakin' right. I just made no sense.
Anyways, with that in mind, I can't stand any man without a super mind. (Because super minds are sexy...)
As for women, I will point back up at the word "hypocrite". (Though it isn't actually in my earlier paragraph as it's base form.) None of you are allowed to demean your society with inappropriate attire and under-aged sex. Furthermore, until someone proves me wrong, you are all extremely blank-minded hussies. And even if you do prove me wrong, I'm just going to look at you and laugh. (So why bother?)
But if I pretend to be like you, it's because I'm awesome. And there is nothing wrong with it. (insert blubbering maniacal laughter)
Just a side note, I'm not really directing this at Gaians. They kick a**. I'm actually firing this at everyone else in the world. Which is a little odd considering only Gaians will read this. Too bad for me.
To answer any questions at this point, my logic IS mainly a derogative from my jealousy of other woman's beauty. If I looked half as good as you, I would be a party-loving, crack-snorting orgy-master.
To end my whatever-this-is, I'm tired from all of the painkillers and relaxing-gas I got with my dental-work today. So I'm going to leave now and watch television to procrastinate my homework until I dream that I do it and wake up at 12:40.
Goodnight all. Have fun having fun. Or whatever it is you do on a regular basis...
PS--- this is my favorite picture of myself. I use it to validate my right of bitchiness.
