I don't know guys, I'm kinda moving to the Video Blogging side... but anyways, here's the video:
Friday, August 23, 2013
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
You Can Judge Me Here.
HOLA AMIGOS (idk anything about Spanish but I THINK I just said "hey friends"..). My best friend and I did the cup song not too long ago and we just wanted to see what people thought of it! I’m asking you to judge me bro like why would you miss out on this opportunity.
PEACE OUT GIRL (or boy) SCOUT.
Friday, July 26, 2013
I Is Who I Is
Sure. I'm not the coolest person around.
Punny t-shirts, hand-me-downs and mulit-colored shorts take up my drawer space rather than Abercrombie or Hollister.
My voice is an abnormally deep somewhat boston accent with a slight lisp.
I don't have blonde hair and my (artificial) tan comes from a plastic bottle.
I don't have a boyfriend and I haven't had one since second grade.
I've been homeschooled most of my life, rather than going to public school like everyone else.
I don't wear dresses or skirts, nor shall I ever, and I play call of duty more than I talk to other girls around my age.
Heck, I talk to my own dogs more than I talk to girls around my age.
I know more about baseball than I do makeup.
I'm one of the few people my age who knows what the word "extemporaneous" means and how to use it properly in a sentence.
I'm not the most attractive human being on the planet... S
hoot, the gravel on my road is more attractive than I am.
I don't have 2000 friends on facebook, nor 2000 followers on instagram/twitter.
I still draw cartoons and watch the old classic scary movies. I've seen the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movies more than I have any chickflicks.
I know more Frank Sinatra songs than I do from One Direction.
My underwear has prints of chihuahuas in sweaters wearing antlers rather than expensive lace from Victoria's Secret (I'm not even a legal adult, jeez).
I know more about Clarke Kent and Peter Parker than some of my own family members.
I'd rather have a bowl of dressing-less salad than a bowl of ice cream.
Cornbread grosses me out more than gory movies.
Let's face it. I'm probably not your stereotypical girly attractive cute teenage girl material. But non the less, I am who I am, and no matter what people say and/or think, I don't plan on changing any time soon.
Punny t-shirts, hand-me-downs and mulit-colored shorts take up my drawer space rather than Abercrombie or Hollister.
My voice is an abnormally deep somewhat boston accent with a slight lisp.
I don't have blonde hair and my (artificial) tan comes from a plastic bottle.
I don't have a boyfriend and I haven't had one since second grade.
I've been homeschooled most of my life, rather than going to public school like everyone else.
I don't wear dresses or skirts, nor shall I ever, and I play call of duty more than I talk to other girls around my age.
Heck, I talk to my own dogs more than I talk to girls around my age.
I know more about baseball than I do makeup.
I'm one of the few people my age who knows what the word "extemporaneous" means and how to use it properly in a sentence.
I'm not the most attractive human being on the planet... S
hoot, the gravel on my road is more attractive than I am.
I don't have 2000 friends on facebook, nor 2000 followers on instagram/twitter.
I still draw cartoons and watch the old classic scary movies. I've seen the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movies more than I have any chickflicks.
I know more Frank Sinatra songs than I do from One Direction.
My underwear has prints of chihuahuas in sweaters wearing antlers rather than expensive lace from Victoria's Secret (I'm not even a legal adult, jeez).
I know more about Clarke Kent and Peter Parker than some of my own family members.
I'd rather have a bowl of dressing-less salad than a bowl of ice cream.
Cornbread grosses me out more than gory movies.
Let's face it. I'm probably not your stereotypical girly attractive cute teenage girl material. But non the less, I am who I am, and no matter what people say and/or think, I don't plan on changing any time soon.
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