I am Emily
I am 20 years old
I’m only 61 inches tall, and I love it.
I have golden-bordered green eyes,
My hair is naturally dirty blonde (shhh),
But I disguise myself with bleach blonde locks.
I love to watch people,
I hope they don’t think I’m judging them.
I sing as loud as possible when I’m in my car,
And I pretend I’m good at it.
I want to learn to play the guitar,
But I don’t have the patience.
I don’t wish on stars,
I never regret anything,
And I hate roller coasters.
I am a movie fanatic,
especially when it comes to sad dramas,
And my only definite goal in life right now is to live on the beach.
I’m addicted to dark chocolate, diet coke, and Myspace surveys and I hate steak and speed-bumps.
I enjoy math and debating about my opinions,
And I hate to be wrong.
I am mesmerized by dancers and secretly wish I could be as good as them,
I dance around my house when I’m alone.
I like the “bad boys,”
It always turns out bad.
My mind is my own mysterious sanctuary.
I love to daydream.
I know I am artistic,
But I am always nervous to show my work.
I don’t want to be part of the drama anymore,
although, I still find myself gossiping.
For this, music is my drug and my release.
I believe in evolution and reincarnation,
But I’m not opposed to religion.
I like driving… but only fast.
I love the snow and hate the cold,
And I have yet to find a person who likes what is playing on my I-pod…
I don’t care.
I think everyone sees me as a “good girl.”
I hate it. I’m not.
I am Emily and this is 2007.