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Thank you much much much for the comments. And now

I'm an open book.
I'm a bitch at times.
Sometimes I think too highly of myself without even realizing it
and I can be a hypocrite at times.
I don't USUALLY misspell words,
and I'm not too high and mighty to except RESPECTFUL criticism.
I fucking hate being hit on!
Whatever happened to hello?!
I don't want to jump on anything boys...
Does that even work? Really?
Do you actually get any girls to come over by saying,
"Yo shawty ya wanna jump on this stick rightchyere?"
God I hope no one falls for that line...
I am entirely too passionate about things.
Oh, back to the spelling thing,
I HATE when people misspell things on purpose
and it doesn't make the word any shorter or easier to type... *lyke*
Just, why?
Why do some people insist on CaPiTaLiZNG eVeRy oTHeR LeTTeR?
It's entirely too much effort.
I like people.
I really do.
And I hate people.
They can be such pithy little creatures.
I love sad songs, even when I'm sad.
I'm not on the computer as often as you think I am :)
I live in Northern Virginia and THANK the gods above
that I like history.
There's nothing else to do here!!!!
If you've found something awesome to do here
please share!
For the love of humanity, please share.
I sing
and quite loudly too
whenever I get the chance.
I love when people love other people unrelentlingly
especially when that love extends to people they don't even know.
Sometimes I don't think highly enough of myself.
I am pantheistic.
It's like being bisexual I suppose,
but with religion.
I believe every religion is essentially true.
At the core of most religions
are the same values
so there's absolutely no reason to sneer
at anyone else's religion.
When you feel down and out,
remember there's one random ass girl in northern virginia that cares about you.
I have a gripping, terrible fear of being alone.
Being driven by fear is no fun.
He's had one too many
and he's barreling down the highway at 150 mph.
Don't think I've ever really been that fast,
but I'm sure it would be scary as all fucking hell.
I'm a big raving mess.
Oh well.
I'm about 45% redneck
45% rock'n'roll
and 10% pop/dance/club music.
I do not aspire to be like anyone.
At the end of my days I really just want to have
a story to tell.
I just want to be happy.
Making other people happy, makes me happy.
I adore shakespeare.
I am a bit of tomboy with girlish tendencies.
I still get excited when I see an attractive guy.
I think weird things are sweet or cute.
I'm 19
and depending on the day I look either
15 or
23.
I hate putting on make-up, but it's pretty.
If you haven't noticed I curse entirely too much,
but I have definitely dulled it down
so that my crass language does not overshadow
whatever message I may be trying to convey at any particular moment.
I really, really hope that people are telling the truth when they say
they've never met anyone quite like me.
And I'm going to stop now before I numb your brain anymore.

Oh, and the song of the day is Come Pick Me Up by Ryan Adams.
It's kind of bluesy at some key instrumental points, but the vocals are mostly awesome mellowed out rock.