i respond to 90% of messages and less than 10% of comments.
i'm mandee. i have too much to say. no, i'm not going to message you when i add you. and i don't care if you add me without sending me one. first of all this is not an essay. it is grammatically incorrect and lacking in capital letters. it contains an overwhelming amount of repetitive sentence structure and the format is merely an organized matter extracted from the way my thoughts are organized, with transition and subject relation between each topic but without conclusions to the topics themselves. the reason why i extended my previous description is because the last was not well thought out and it showed no input of my retrospective ways of thinking. i'm not trying to impress you, nor am i trying to advertise myself; i'm just trying to warn some people of what they're getting themselves into. thinking can be a form of art, it's a skill acquired by experience, study, or observation, it takes practice and most of all it causes inspiration. i'm doing this to help myself keep my thoughts together. viewed as a self-contained machine, like a watch, whose laws of operation could never be understood. but it continues on. the common over-individual. like driving on the freeway in slow traffic, trying to get to that destination but suffering through an endless reoccurance of trying-to-stop-me. i, unlike you, do not use myspace as a self-confidence booster. i absolutely hate hospitals, long outros and over-used crash symbols. i wear my studded belt constantly, over my bikini, over my work apron, i've even tried to wear it to sleep. my room is black and pink and camo, like your scene ass. i don't have a sidekick or a razr or a rokr or a blackberry, i have a samsung D307 and it's way better. i never use the word "purse" because i think it's really ugly so i call them bags. i can't stand wire hangers, i only use plastic ones. i have more private posts in my livejournal than friends-only and public ones put together and you will never read them. i dream of running through the city in an indestructable hamster ball. i'm really shallow and judgemental, but not very straight-forward. i'm one of the few people who truly appreciates southern california. i still eat kid cuisine and spaghettios. i'm allergic to cantaloupe, honeydew, and banana. i don't drink water. i hate italics. i hate bad breath. i love burberry lotion and gucci II perfume. i have been playing music for over 10 years [piano / keyboard, guitar & bass] but i have never been in a band. i listen to music constantly when i'm alone, but when i'm with another person i turn it down or off because it kills my concentration. i have been to more concerts than i can count. i wish i had a camo microphone. i wish i were stronger, just so that i could push people over in a mosh pit. i speak two and a half languages. i can't skate, and i snowboard like a girl. i like my cheap $5 sunglasses better than my $200 gucci sunglasses. i'm sick of monster and rockstar. i have seven piercings. i never wear less than 3 necklaces at a time. i hate when people reenact scenes from movies, or quote lines from movies / shows i haven't seen, and expect me to think its funny. chances are even if i actually DID watch it, i STILL didn't think it was funny. when i go down my hallway to the kitchen at night, i turn on every light i pass. i'm not afraid of the dark, it's just a habit. i hate people who can't take no for an answer. if your name ends in a Y or IE i'm going to want to spell it with a double E. i write notes to friends on grid paper, and i fold them into broken hearts and spaceships. i only listen to death cab when it's raining. i used to like fall out boy and panic but now when it comes on the radio i scramble for the volume button. i love when people make me mixtapes. i am emotionally weak, and i cry easily, just not in front of you. i spend money as an anti-depressant, therefore, i'm a compulsive shopper. i don't sleep enough. i have dreams where i am sleeping in, and then i wake up and realize that it's early. my blood type is B positive and it's really rare. if i eat too much dark chocolate, my mouth goes numb and i can't taste anything else. i can type up to 120 words per minute. i have never broken a bone. i believe that all musicians have ADD. no, i'm not joking. some day i will do research on it. i'm not afraid of death but i have never tried to kill myself. i'm a hypocritical asshole. i have lots of fakes. i have gone through therapy just like the rest of you, but that doesn't make us all depressed
this boy is my life,he is so adorable.fuck with me he will fuck with you
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