I trip on things. I forget to say thank you. I’ve been taken advantage of. I like shopping, but never find anything worth buying. I eat junk food. I forget to call my parents. I listen to the same music over and over. I confuse my friends. I write poetry. My mom says I’m weird. I’m a therapist to my friends. I forget to wear my retainer. I’m the first Granddaughter. I like candles. My style is predictable. An old guy once told me I have a beautiful smile. I question the world. I do my HW at the last minute. I listen to musicals. I see beauty in random objects. I never turn my phone off. I like to take pictures. I don’t mind doing dishes. I spend money I don’t have at the .99-cent store. I spend way too much time online. I have become good friends with a person I met on myspace. I have a temper. I’m not good in Math. I believe things happen for a reason. I go to Shabbat on Friday nights even though I don’t speak Hebrew. I believe in luck. I lost my phone one time. I have grown as an individual since attending csun. I don’t do drugs. I’ve tried countless times to be a perfectionist. I have Disney posters on my walls. I’ve been told I’m a really good friend. I can’t live without music. I lose things. I wish I could draw. I cry in the shower. People think I have a perfect life. I have never broken a bone. I have glasses for reading. I believe in God. I couldn’t spell when I was little. I sing in the shower. I miss my childhood days. I volunteer. I like to read. I consider myself intelligent. I dress to impress when I’m with my grandmother. I like to Cook. I believe smart water really makes you smart. Looks are somewhat important to me, because I’m a college girl. I wanted to be an actress when I was younger. I get distracted easily. I was proposed to twice when I was in pre-school. I changed my ways, for a guy.I actually like school. I could listen to oldies music for hours. I think children are teachers of imagination and creativity. I get annoyed easily. I’m an optimist. I crack my fingers. I forget to make my bed. I watch cartoons. I’m sensitive. I like romantic comedies. I am envious of others. I’m not perfect. My backpack weighs more than it has to. I twitter. I’m realizing that everything will be okay, including me. I love Laughing for absolutely no reason at all. The librarians by my house know me. I’m shy when first meeting people. I’m not perfect, not even close. I’m just me.