Method of My Madness
(aka, M.O.M.M.)

Why do I ...
*Hate it when someone sits on my bed?
    Think about it. People fart, people poo, people sit on a pillow you will later lay your head into and inhale as you go sweetly off to lala land. Not pleasant.

*Highlight with one hand and write with another?
    I'm ambidextrous. I write with both hands, although I'm better at somethings (writing, tracing, batting) with my right hand, while my left hand is better at others (coloring, throwing pottery, cutting). It also saves time on projects.

*Write long stories and lyrics of songs on your walls?
    Why not? Express my artistic feelings, i guess. My parents don't care, why should I?

*Keep changing the view of my pages?
    Variety is the spice of life...plus I get bored easily and I can't stand looking at the same page for very long.

*Constantly reject men?
    For the longest time, I honestly didn't do it conciously. I have very high standards for everything, and I'm not afraid to admit it. When I finally found a guy that was charming, smart, funny, handsome, number one in his class, of status in ROTC, vice president of NHS, had a decent well paying job, was college bound and straight , not to mentioned thought was cute, I was so intimidated I almost passed out. He had to go. The intimidator doesn't like to be intimidated.

*Like intimidating people?
    I don't really like it, persay, I just do it. I don't like to look vulnerable, because in my school, you let your guard down and you're subject to anything. It's best to walk though the hall makeup perfect, head held high, books poised, smirk ready, and keep your eye on the goal. Nothing intimidates men more thana poweful woman that would sooner run them over then have a catcall thrown at her.

*Care so bloody much about my grades?
    I've watched many people think that just going by will get them what they want. I want to go to college and get out of this town so I can live the life I want to. The only way I can is to learn and be the best, apply for every scholarship I can, and make something of myself...from scratch.
 

 Got a Q? Ask me: Why do I do it?




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