User Profile

I'm 19.
I don't feel that old, nor do I act that old.
But apparently I look older?
I work at Starbucks. I love my job. But, like most employed Americans, I bitch about it. It's like...my second job.
I don't really have many friends. That doesn't really bother me, though.
I'm not popular, or pretty, or outstanding in anything I do, unless you want to count mediocrity. I'm pretty damn good at that.
I have many aspirations, most of them seemingly unattainable.
I don't want to be famous. I'm sure being rich is great, and the perks are nice. But I enjoy my privacy more.
Keep your too much, my enough is just fine.
Most of my money goes toward shows, purses, and sunglasses.
Also gas.
The rest of it is kept away for if I ever decide to get off my ass and go to college.
I've been out of school since January of 2007, and I've yet to make any decisions about my future.
I feel so young, I'm not ready to grow up.
I have, by far, the best friend in the world. Ever.
She's like my sister, despite the 1,600-mile gap that seperates us.
I don't question my sexuality, really.
I'm not afraid to say a girl is hot, and I won't let something as insignificant as gender sway my decisions on who I do and don't like.
I don't really care.
I'm the only 19-year-old virgin left on the earth. I'll get back to you on whether or not I care. Jury's still out on that one.
Apparently, I'm pretty laid-back for a virgin? I'm not sure what that means. But I think it's a good thing.
I write slash. Yeah. That stuff.
I'm told I'm good. I'd like to think my writing skills fall somewhere in the range of mediocre, just like everything else I do.

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