i got tagged to share ten things about myself with you by ~lemmingtimes
here we go

1) my calender still says it's july.

2) lately, i've been diluting my personality with 'sorry's and i must admit, i'm getting sick of myself.

3) he cheats at monopoly and it doesn't bother me abit. the fact that it doesn't bother me bothers me.

4) i got my replacement phone a few days ago, i have now successfully killed three phones in the past year and a half.

5) lately, i've been listening to panic! at the disco, as i am right now

6) i've just come back from going through my trash in attempts to find the note we wrote each other back and forth (in my living room, sitting right next to each other). i can't find it, and i think it's going to kill me.

7) i like to make playlists. for a few months now, i've been trying to make a playlist called 'b' but it's a waste of time because if i'm going to put every song i know into a playlist, i might aswell just select 'lay all'.

8) i like clothes and shiny things and money, but if you want to give me a present you know i'll keep forever, draw me a rainbow on a napkin or write 'today is was raining,
and i started thinking about me and you and that time the creek overflowed and how i almost drowned trying to fight the current while smoking two cigarettes. and well, i realized i was smiling.'

sorry, let me start over again.

i like clothes and shiny things and money, but i'd rather you'd make me something, like four notes played over and over. you could call it a song and i swear i'd brag about how a song was written for me. you could take markers and make the colors bleed together until they were a muddy brown and i swear i'd nail it to my wall. those are the things that i want most, and those are the things i want most to give, but i'm afraid that you'd laugh at my napkin rainbow and sneeze in it and throw it away, or that you'd take the words it took the world for me to say and tell me to keep them, or that you'd say the four notes were off key and as horribly arranged as for notes could ever be, or that if you wanted the color mud, you'd pour water in the dirt and that you don't need a paper full of ugliness.

9) i have a friend who wants more than anything to have a room with deep red walls somewhere in her house. she talks about getting married and the music as she walks down the isle and the off-white dress she wants and how the gift bags will be filled with just enough pot to get high. she is simple. i'm not.
i'm untypically and mellodramaticaly and
unflatteringly antisimplistic.

10) when i was little, i used to think that maybe my life was a movie and there were hidden cameras and how everyone but me were actors, but somewhere along the way the world would just stop working and everyone would yell "haha! tricked you!" i used to try to put my life in a genre, but now i think i'd fall somewhere inbetween teenage drama and documentary and a how-not-to training video.