i have a high IQ. it’s no big deal.

my mother’s IQ is around 165. mine is close. don’t worry about it. IQ’s don’t mean anything. not really.  so by telling you the actual number, you might get jealous, and it be for no reason.

most people find me mysterious. so simple and shallow, yet confusing and unreadable. i get yelled at a lot for the things i do, just because they seem out of character. but i do these things, because they are not out of my character. go figure.

i tell people lies about me all the time. it’s like a test. i don’t want to be friends with anyone who actually believe’s everything that i have to say about myself.

but it is not a lie that i like to be told that i am pretty all the time. I AM SHALLOW. that is truth. i make fun of fat people, ugly people and stupid people. if i didn’t say it out loud, i said it in my head.

i can run 20 miles without stopping.

i missed the first half of my first period class every other day in highschool, cause i couldn’t wake myself up. i slept in study hall. i would come home and take a nap. then i would eat. then watch a movie. then go back to sleep. repeat. i never did homework. ever. i don’t even know how to study. if i was told to read a book in english, i’d read the first page and last only. i had an average gpa of 3.5. not perfect, but i didn’t have to do anything.

i like to write, because it allows me to feel confident. sometimes, i forget how great i am. i like when my mom sits me down to talk about me.

i’ve never had a boyfriend. in fact, i’ve never had sex. i don’t keep boys around just for the sake of not being alone. and i don’t have sex, because i’m not that cheap.

sometimes, i wish i could be in love, mainly to have someone there telling me how pretty i am all the time.

 i do want love.  endless, beautiful, knock my face in love.  but i push guys away, cause i’m waiting on the one who doesn’t care.  i’m just insecure, i guess.

i’m going to college in january, because after four years of not wanting to go, i now want to. i’m glad i didn’t go before. i’m glad i waited until i felt like it. i don’t think i’ve made a mistake. and yes, i want to, and that is the only reason i am going. because i want to.

i don’t do things unless i want to.

i didn’t start walking until i realized that my mother was going to stop carrying me.  why walk, when i can be carried? no need. i was around 2 when i took my first step.

my first word was not “dada” or “mama” it was, “can i have that?” i didn’t want to speak until i knew that i could say what i wanted to say.

i’m going to law school. because if i wanted college for the parties i’d be majoring in special education. if i wanted college to get laid, i’d be a nurse. and if i wanted college because i’m generic and meaningless, i’d double major in psychology and business.

i’m 22. not 50.  but of course not 17.  if i was graduating college in a year i wouldn’t be ready.  i like this plan of action.  a lot.

i love ann coulter.  i love that when she writes something, people don’t critize what she wrote, they call her a slut.  you can’t argue what she says, she always makes sense.  and if she doesn’t make sense to you, it’s because you aren’t smart.   get over it.

i’m conservative. when someone starts talking politics i normally walk away, because everyone i know, sounds so stupid. contrary to popular belief, quoting popstars like pink and green day don’t make you sound educated. fuck global warming. fuck the trees. fuck racism.

hollywood is full of high school drop outs and wackos. yet somehow, people my age, look to them for their political and social views.

my hair smells really good right now.

i’m nobody. i’ve done nothing good. if you read this, thats cool, but it was just a long speech about myself. and really… i’m not all that great. but i like myself enough.