h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

(7-17-00)

Nobody's likely to come across this page, seeing as how I've got...*counts* Four? Three? guide entries that aren't even anywhere close to what counts as "approved" guide material. Ah well. This is MY journal and I can write whatever I want in it! So there! haha!
I will now subject you to a somewhat more-organized version of my train of thought!

Translation: I'm going to ramble on about myself because I feel like it, dangit. If you're easily bored, operating heavy machinery, or prone to homicidal urges, stop reading NOW.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

So, who am I exactly? Do you really want to know? I don't care if you don't, because I'm insensitive and self-centered. I'm also fifteen years old (I'll be sixteen in October! Wheeelaaaaah! Hide, O world, for theoretically I will have my driver's license by then! Or not.) I live in a world composed mostly of schoolwork, the internet (it owns my soul), TV, and guys. "God, how revolting!" you must think. "What an utterly pathetic hormone-crazed teeny-bopper!" Well, hey, in some ways I am. I don't care, I'm young, I have time to "grow and mature," but until then, I'll wallow happily in my immaturity.

But hey! Despite that above paragraph, I'm not your typical blonde, brainless, stupidly rebellious teenager! I'm not even blonde (being Asian, I've got somewhat of a genetic predisposition to having black hair)! At least I'd think I'm at least mature enough to handle coherent thought outside of "does that boy like me because goshdarnit I sure like him!"

Like I've said in a previous journal entry, I'm tired of that stupid stereotype of teenagers all being thoughtless slackers.

I AM THE WORLD'S FUTURE (scary, huh?)!

My world does not revolve around dances and Abercrombie!

I'm not even close to those happy, shining girls you see in Seventeen or *dElia's catalogs. I'm short. I'm not corpse-like. I wear glasses. I can be cruel. I can be surprisingly bitter and sarcastic if I want to (after all I'm a girl, it's part of the X chromosone, I think....). I like biting the heads off my animal crackers and pretending they gurgle in agony before consuming the rest of my now-decapitated low-fat processed flour snack.

And yet, I'm still not as angry, rebellious, and twisted as some would have you believe all teenagers are.

I have piercings. But only one on each earlobe. Sure, I can be mean. But chalk that up to PMS, tiredness, whatever. People are mean. Welcome to reality.

So here I am, caught between two stereotypes...the brainless, happy hormone-crazed version of a teenage girl and the angry, pierced-til-there's-no-flesh-left, Marilyn Manson worshipping punk (please note that these are highly exaggerated). But I'm neither.

Surprise!

I'm average.

And I like it, dammit.

*Author realizes how Chicken-Soup-y this entry sounds, but doesn't care. Author also realizes how random this entry is, but can't be bothered to care enough to edit it because she's lazy*

ha HA! You said no one would read this s**t, but I did... purely and simply because I have far too much time on my hands.....lol
Anyhoo, I read your web design thingy, and spent some time on your site, and they were quite good, compared to mine (which I keep redesigning and never finish!)..... And now I'm off elsewhere again, cos I've run out of things to say..... bye

Oh wow!

I keep forgetting that I have an account here...thanks for visiting and reading my occasional brain farts. *LOL* And thanks for visiting my site...again, nobody visits either, unless I physically force them to...grr...