Most websites that you register for, weather it be Myspace, Facebook, Forums, etc... you're asked to fill out an about me section, or a profile of some sort describing how you want other people to feel about you. Normally people give a quick synopsis including: "I like to do this, I hate that, I want to meet my soul mate, ...tall, dark and handsome..."blah...blah...blah. The whole idea behind an "About Me" section is to honestly depict yourself to the public, in a way that gives them an idea of who you are, what you are about, your values, your methods, so they can have an idea if they might connect with you.
So why cheat your public eyes? Wouldn't the idea to be completely honest so that a connection will be as accurate as possible? Why do people feel it's necessary to inflate themselves so much? To shield their real selves with the self- absorbed wall?
I'm not going to lie, I do it to. The positive, attractive parts of my self are far more interesting than the negative, but it's a complete waste of time if your worst can't be tolerated by your viewers. Therefore wasting a lot of time on both parts. I tend to mention how well I get along with people, how positive I am in the worst situations, how I see the best in the worst people, whoo I seem amazing. But in reality It's bullshit. I mean I am all of those things, but there's so very much more to me. So many complexities that could be a total turn off for some.
So now I've ranted about vague, self-absorbed about me sections, and now I will write my real, raw, down and dirty "about me section: Raw Me....at:
Hi. My names Britney. I'm insecure. I love people, I always take the time to find out the good qualities, with that being said, I am impatient and if your true colors don't shine bright pretty soon i'll forget you even existed. I get bored with the same routine. I can't stand or sit for too long. I love sex, if it's good. I will never admit i need help, and if you try to help me i'll be very offended. I like meeting new people. I have lots of numbers in my cell phone that i don't even know. I have recently found a self control pattern. I am a vegitarian and a non smoker. I enjoy doing anything. But I can't stand when people are indicisive. I am critically honest. I change moods and you should probably fuck off when that happens. I will never betray my best friends. Not for anyone, they have earned their place in my heart. I will tell you upfront how i feel. you must be able to handle constructive citicism.. very rarley recieving apreciative feeback. I'm happy and enjoy my life. I get irritable and you'll know when it happens. OKay yeah... theres only so much you can get from a profile. You'll never know me till you ask.
Blah... blah... blah...there so much more i could add but I'm lazy so yeah.
More people would meet people that they are compatible with if they'd get off there high horse and be honest. I love everything about me and am proud to be an extroverted, vain bitch.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
I <3 Lily Allen
It's Not Fair Lyrics
oh he treats me with respect he says he loves me all the time
he calls me fifteen times a day he likes to make sure that I'm fine
you know I've never met a man whose made me feel quite so secure
hes not like all them other boys they're all so dumb and immature
there's just one thing that's getting in the way
when we go up to bed you're just not good it's such a shame
I look into your eyes I want to get to know you
and then you make this noise and its apparent it's all over
it's not fair and I think your really mean
I think your really mean
yes I think your really mean
oh your supposed to care but you never make me scream
you never make me scream
oh it's not fair and it's really not ok
it's really not ok
it's really not ok
oh your supposed to care but all you do is take
all you do is take
well I lie here in the wet patch in the middle of the bed
I'm feeling pretty damn hard done by, I spent ages giving head
then I remember all the nice things that you've ever said to me
maybe I'm just overreacting, maybe your the one for me
there's just one thing that's getting in the way
when we go up to bed you're just not good it's such a shame
I look into your eyes I want to get to know you
and then you make this noise and its apparent it's all over
it's not fair and I think your really mean
I think your really mean
yes I think your really mean
oh your supposed to care but you never make me scream
you never make me scream
oh it's not fair and it's really not ok
it's really not ok
it's really not ok
oh your supposed to care but all you do is take
all you do is take
there's just one thing that's getting in the way
when we go up to bed you're just not good it's such a shame
I look into your eyes I want to get to know you
and then you make this noise and its apparent it's all over
it's not fair and I think your really mean
I think your really mean
yes I think your really mean
oh your supposed to care but you never make me scream
you never make me scream
oh it's not fair and it's really not ok
it's really not ok
it's really not ok
oh your supposed to care but all you do is take
all you do is take
oh he treats me with respect he says he loves me all the time
he calls me fifteen times a day he likes to make sure that I'm fine
you know I've never met a man whose made me feel quite so secure
hes not like all them other boys they're all so dumb and immature
there's just one thing that's getting in the way
when we go up to bed you're just not good it's such a shame
I look into your eyes I want to get to know you
and then you make this noise and its apparent it's all over
it's not fair and I think your really mean
I think your really mean
yes I think your really mean
oh your supposed to care but you never make me scream
you never make me scream
oh it's not fair and it's really not ok
it's really not ok
it's really not ok
oh your supposed to care but all you do is take
all you do is take
well I lie here in the wet patch in the middle of the bed
I'm feeling pretty damn hard done by, I spent ages giving head
then I remember all the nice things that you've ever said to me
maybe I'm just overreacting, maybe your the one for me
there's just one thing that's getting in the way
when we go up to bed you're just not good it's such a shame
I look into your eyes I want to get to know you
and then you make this noise and its apparent it's all over
it's not fair and I think your really mean
I think your really mean
yes I think your really mean
oh your supposed to care but you never make me scream
you never make me scream
oh it's not fair and it's really not ok
it's really not ok
it's really not ok
oh your supposed to care but all you do is take
all you do is take
there's just one thing that's getting in the way
when we go up to bed you're just not good it's such a shame
I look into your eyes I want to get to know you
and then you make this noise and its apparent it's all over
it's not fair and I think your really mean
I think your really mean
yes I think your really mean
oh your supposed to care but you never make me scream
you never make me scream
oh it's not fair and it's really not ok
it's really not ok
it's really not ok
oh your supposed to care but all you do is take
all you do is take
Happy 20th Birthday to me
So today is my 20th birthday.
Nothing special.
But i feel like this is my first birthday that i'm genuinely happy.
Things have always gone slowly, and this is the first time in my life that i'm content with that. The first time that waiting seems obsolete. So this birthday has had many parts to it....
Part #1:
The week before my birthday my dad picked me up from my house and took me to lunch(pizza) at his work than we scouted around for a laptop. Which is the first most amazing present. So i didn't realize but i get wifi EVERYWHERE. I could live off a laptop. I'm not even that worried about my phone getting shut off... okay maybe that's over doing it.
Part #2:
My Gma, Chris, and I all went to Music Go Round and I bought my first guitar. It's a dark Turqoise fading into black. It's a perfect first guitar. Than we went clothes shopping and i got 2 outfits. Poor Chris, I know. Than I went to get a hair straightener and some hair dye. Than dinner at Qdoba.
Part #3:
Tonight, the day before my bday, Gma, Bob, Chris, and I went to El Nopal and they sang to me while i wore the giant sambraro. Than Chris and I went on a quest for a bathing suit for me.
I had a very stressful day , as fun as it sounds. The idea was that the whole family was going to go to dinner. Well my mom and aunt don't get along very well. Apparently my aunt called my mom about something and my mother hung up on her. Following this event she called my Gma to tell her that she couldn't come. I called my mom and yelled at her for making this day about her and her anger towards my aunt.
But Chris made it all better.
I think i'm going to start writing in this a lot. Now that i always have my lap top. I always liked writing in journals and i have tons of half filled out journals. I'd like to go through and type them all up. I think that might be neat. Just make a mass Journal... granted not internet accesible. Some stuff is too private but yeah.
I'm really excited about playing guitar. I feel like i have a growing patience in my mind that gives me hope that i could be really good, plus Chris always makes hope seem a blink away.
Well i should sleep, heading to Kings Island with him in like 5 hours hah.
Peace
Nothing special.
But i feel like this is my first birthday that i'm genuinely happy.
Things have always gone slowly, and this is the first time in my life that i'm content with that. The first time that waiting seems obsolete. So this birthday has had many parts to it....
Part #1:
The week before my birthday my dad picked me up from my house and took me to lunch(pizza) at his work than we scouted around for a laptop. Which is the first most amazing present. So i didn't realize but i get wifi EVERYWHERE. I could live off a laptop. I'm not even that worried about my phone getting shut off... okay maybe that's over doing it.
Part #2:
My Gma, Chris, and I all went to Music Go Round and I bought my first guitar. It's a dark Turqoise fading into black. It's a perfect first guitar. Than we went clothes shopping and i got 2 outfits. Poor Chris, I know. Than I went to get a hair straightener and some hair dye. Than dinner at Qdoba.
Part #3:
Tonight, the day before my bday, Gma, Bob, Chris, and I went to El Nopal and they sang to me while i wore the giant sambraro. Than Chris and I went on a quest for a bathing suit for me.
I had a very stressful day , as fun as it sounds. The idea was that the whole family was going to go to dinner. Well my mom and aunt don't get along very well. Apparently my aunt called my mom about something and my mother hung up on her. Following this event she called my Gma to tell her that she couldn't come. I called my mom and yelled at her for making this day about her and her anger towards my aunt.
But Chris made it all better.
I think i'm going to start writing in this a lot. Now that i always have my lap top. I always liked writing in journals and i have tons of half filled out journals. I'd like to go through and type them all up. I think that might be neat. Just make a mass Journal... granted not internet accesible. Some stuff is too private but yeah.
I'm really excited about playing guitar. I feel like i have a growing patience in my mind that gives me hope that i could be really good, plus Chris always makes hope seem a blink away.
Well i should sleep, heading to Kings Island with him in like 5 hours hah.
Peace
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