About Me
Howdyy.
My name is Melissa.
I'm an Addict for Dramatics.
I'm actually 12 years young. Live with it.
I'm a thinker.
I'm complex, yet simple.
I'm a creator, but also a destroyer.
I'm often energetic & like to live, but sometimes I'm real lazy.
I've dreamed
I've thought
I've lived
I've loved
I've hated
But I'd do it all again.
I'm in love with life.
I hate life.
I wish I lived more.
I very much resent people who label themselves or others & are really serious about it.
In my opinion though, it's okay if you're joking...*cough* *cough* Justin...
I love my lovely friends.
The old;
<3Luiza<3
<3Ana<3
<3Sarah<3
<3Steve<3
<3Lizzy<3
& the new;
<3Justin<3
<3Christian<3
Lately I haven't been the happiest little camper because of my retarded school.
When I entered grade 7, I was in Dias' class.
By the end of the month, the gay principal had too many grade 7's & decided to take two grade 7's from each of the three grade 7 classes.
Me, Ana, Geraldine, Marilena, Andre, & Norlan.
He said it was BEST for our education.
I was then transferred to Fantini's class.
I hate her with all my heart.
I didn't even know that much hate was possible.
So now here I was, scared & in a split grade 7/8 class.
Twenty grade 8's against six grade 7's.
So I sucked up to the bitch.
But I was NEVER good enough.
Nobody was.
I was depressed everyday of my life, & frankly I was starting to hate myself & everyone around me because I let this happen.
I decided to have some fun with a bad situation.
So what if I wasn't perfect anymore.
After I changed for the better, I was accepted by the 8's and wasn't so obsessed with the feat of impossible perfection.
I was living happily in my apathetic resentment.
After the New Year, I was having fun, & could talk back to Miss Orange Face(Fantini) and win.
In February, I was told I was being transferred back to a grade seven class.
Apparently, it was BETTER for my education.
BULLshi*t!
They said that the first time!
So now I was back into a place where I was once forgotten.
It's not like I hate Pedrosa or anything, I actually really like him.
It's just really different.
I'm the only one who is still not used to this.
I miss getting revenge.
I miss telling Terry he's depressed.
I miss Justin's bouncy head.
I miss Eric blaming everything on the sevens.
I miss my stupid drama group.
I miss Justin poking Jessica's back, & me calling her a hobo, so she will pick up the note.
I miss *Les Ovnis*
I miss having torturous DPA
I miss alot of things from there.
It was my worst year, but I wouldn't change it for the world.
06/07
I will now stop my passionate feelings on school; I will now speak more about my personality.
I love music with a passion.
Rock
Heavy Metal
Screamo
Reggae
Classical
Hip Hop
etc.
If you know me, here's how to find out if I like you or not.
1)If I RARELY break eye contact you are close to me.
2)If I sometimes break eye contact you are good to me.
3)If I can hardly look into your eyes I find you annoying, so shut up.
I beat around the bush...so don't expect me to tell you everything you want to know.
I'm kind of picky with my friends.
My friends must be intelligent.
If I can't have a deep conversation with you, you're not somebody I will become close with.
What I'm saying is; I like the whole ice-cream truck, not just the cone.
If you're one of my friends, and you liked me more than a friend.
I'd prefer you'd tell me.
Who knows?
I might like you back.
I love commercials.
Especially the i-tunes ones and the Lacoste Essentials one.
I very much like an expanded vocabulary.
Especially odd words, such as androgynous and ambidextrous.
I shall now stop with this because I do not entirely know myself yet, so when I figure out who I am, I will let you know.
'Till then;
Sayonara
See Ya Later
So Long And Goodnight
Bye Bye
Tootles
Ta Ta
&&
Last but not least,
Have a nice day/night/morning/evening...
whatever floats your boat.
