MORE THAN YOU COULD EVER CARE TO HEAR ME SAY-BUT I'M STILL SAYING IT. ;)

So I have just decided that one of my new heroes is Walt Disney. I was just thinking about the possibilities he opened up for creativity and I mean the man left quite a legacy. Obviously, I have loved Disney movies since I was a kid and they really were one of the things that made me feel it was okay to have an imagination, especially since reality TV, which has even less imagination than reality if that’s possible, became popular as I grew up.

Wow. I just put my rings on my left hand and I can’t type naturally with them there but it doesn’t seem to bother me when they’re on my right. Just thought I would add that tidbit. ;)

I’m listening to the Aladdin soundtrack. How sweet am I? “Arabian Nights” rocks.

So I think a large part of a writers career has to do with what is going outside of the writing. I wasn’t planning on incorporating any details about my life into this but I thought doing otherwise might be a little boring. Besides, it’s always nice to know about people and dish the dirt, right? It’s better than talking to a brick wall, at least. Well, in some cases.
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Something about me…I have what seems like three billion friends, I don’t, but to me I have more than enough, that are constantly wanting to do stuff with me but I have no idea why because I am a total hermit. I like to sit at home and read just as much as they like to go out and be hoodlums, okay… a lot of my friends are dancers/AP students so maybe not hoodlums (but you get the picture) so much as teenagers. Anyways, I am sort of the “hitch” of all my friends. I am amazing, no kidding, with advice and many of them seem to come to me. A few friends of mine jokingly call me Dr.Phil because it seems like I always have the answer. The deal with that is, while I am good with giving advice, I am not necessarily good at running my own life. You know the saying “those who can’t do, teach”, and those who can’t live advise.
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I mean, honestly, I’m not blowing my own horn hear, a phrase which I despise by the way and have no idea why I just used it, I am what I consider a great friend. I would do anything for any of my friends. They all have no problem calling me at 3 in the morning because for one, I am generally up until three because sleeping is just not one of my abilities, and two, I’d get over it after I finally woke up. I mean if they just call to shoot the breeze and insist that I wake up, I might be a bitch, but other than that, I get over it. I tutored my cousin and best friend, Candace during finals week with English so that she could pass her senior year and get a diploma, otherwise she wouldn’t have been able to walk. I would get home from dance at 9, shower at her house, study with her until 12, study myself until about 3, go to bed, get up and do it all over again. Everyday of the week.

While that all seems great, I am horrible at enough things to make up for it. I can be snide, sarcastic, and just down-right antisocial. I would do anything for a friend but I am incredibly blunt and have my moments when I would rather slowly pick apart my spleen than be in public, acting obnoxious. I love my friends, but I seriously need my downtime as well.

That might explain some of the writing I do. Some of it’s insecure and fearful, that would be the side that’s social and worried about everything. Then again, some of it’s sarcastic and almost comical, that’s my antisocial and arrogant side. I think all writers have a dual personality. It is highly inconvenient at times and difficult to explain when some people say I am shy, and others say I’m a loud-mouth but that’s the way it goes I guess.

I’ve been talking about spleens today and I couldn’t honestly pick a picture of one out of a stack of other organs if my life depended on it. It would be awesome if I could though, right? Harley, Spleen-Identifier. I can see her now. “I wouldn’t mess with her, man. She knows what a Spleen looks like.”

Okay, so I tend to get off topic. Who ever said that was bad though?
Anyways, that is what I have today. Leave me comments if you want. Or don’t.
Either way, I am fine with it. Trust me, I can talk to myself for ages. It might be fun to tune into that one. I’d make a wicked schizophrenic. J (Oh, no offense to anybody who knows a schizophrenic. I was making fun of myself if anything. Oh, I can see it now. “What do you have against people with mental health issues? Are you conservative?” Oh request: please never accuse me of being conservative because I would have to decide who to kill first: you, for calling me THAT word, or me for actually saying something that makes you call me that. Ok, I joke. Still. Don’t, for the sake of all that is right in the world, do that.)
Off topic once again. Man am I on a roll today! Bye all!