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    To truly understand someone, you must observe who they are. <br />
    Self observation is flawed, biased and worthless. <br />
    But hey, I've got time to write, so maybe a few people will have the time to read.
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    The bare essentials. <br />
    I'm 18. I fucking hate it. I'm in a relationship. A pretty serious one. We'll end up getting married and growing old together and all that sappy shit, but right now, we can't even get our shit together. It's fucking messy, but we try our hardest. I'm sarcastic. I don't mean to be, most of the time, but it slips. Meh, what can you do. I'm mean, and often defensive about things I feel strongly about. Insult something my heart is set on, and fuck off, mkay? I'm a debater. Just don't assume because I'm rebutting that you're getting a rise out of me. It's hard for words on a fucking computer screen to really piss me off. I work. Part time, only weekends, and spend my week days with my friends until school starts up again for me. I'll be double majoring in Special Education and biology. I study in my free time. I have bookshelves full of books about medicine, law, sciences of all sorts. It's my hobby. The other half of my bookshelves are filled with jap fiction, trashy love stories and biographies. Blah blah blah music is my life blah blah blah. It isn't my life, but it's the equivalent of my drug. It's the only thing I've had to hold onto my entire life. <br />
    Contrasting personality. <br />
    My friends and I joke a lot about how psycho I appear to people I've just met. In 10 minutes I can be the mother of the group, the wild child of the group, and the instigator of the group. I have no inhibitions and nothing is off limits. I live in a world where manners don't exist. Don't get wrong, in the right situation, often being certain adults, I hold my tongue and act with impeccable manners. There's a time and place for everything. Catch me in public, at a hockey game, or with my friends, and my cares slip. Who gives a fuck if I swear? If I want to moon someone, who the fuck should be telling me no? I'm the life of the party, but I don't have to drink a drop. I never really run out of energy. It's like a need a constant babysitter. In half a second, my "motherly" instincts can kick in. Whether it's JC's insulin, Britney's driving, Shane's job... It doesn't matter WHAT it is. I'm on top of everything, making sure everything is getting done and everyone is taking care of themselves. I may need a babysitter, but it doesn't mean I'm not capable of taking care of all of them. It's like day and night, and it can switch in an instant. <br />
    In all actuality.. <br />
    As far as some are concerned, I try too hard. To some, I seek too much attention. To those who really know me.. I'm just me. I've been the same since I was 10 years old. It could be my upbringing, my history, the skeletons in my closet. It could be anything, but it's who I am. I don't really think it will ever change. I'm 100% sure I'd never want it to. Those around me love the insanity, as do I. <br />
    The future. <br />
    Web design, teaching, children, hockey mom. The same bullshit most people hope for. A family, kids that aren't fucked up or fuck ups. Just happiness. Who really knows what the fuck will happen. Who really cares...
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