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| Uh, hello all! I am Queeo. If you're thinking "Who in their right mind would name their kid 'Queeo'" then you should know that my parents did not name me "Queeo". I just decided to call myself that one time when I was ten and it just stuck. I am fifteen. I don't celebrate my birthday. It's not that I don't "like" them, I just don't see the point of them. I mean, sure, I'm a year older, but that other person was a year older two days ago. I like meat...a lot. I always have second helpings of chicken, steak, pork, bacon, etc whenever we have it even when my stomach is fit to burst and I'm pretty sure that the waistband to the pants that I'm wearing is about to snap. I am as random as all of weird kid show. clown world combined. I brought an egg to school one time, drew a face on it, and introduced it as such: "This is Bob. Bob is an egg. Bob is addicted to crack." I am extremely clumsy! I am unable to walk across a flat, solid surface without finding something to trip on--it's usually my own feet. I also get hit in the head a lot. When I was four I ran head-first into a glass sliding door. I then opened the door and tripped on the threshold and smacked my head on the concrete and had to get stitches in my left--or was it my right?--eyebrow. When I was six, I was sledding up in Flagstaff and I sled into a tree. I was walking past a baseball field and there was a kids' team practicing. The ball flew through the air and it me in the side of my head. I also try to stay off to the side during gym because balls--basketballs, volleyballs, etc--will inadvertently find a way to collide with my head. I also fell down while rollerblading and broke my wrist. I also fall out of my chair a lot in class. My friends and I always joke around that I have "A.D.O.G." It stands for "Attention Deficit--Oh! Gravity." Then I fall over. I also absolutely looooooove to talk! My teachers get annoyed with me very easily. ^_^ Also, I am semi-goth, semi-emo, semi-tomboy, and semi-what the fuck! I try to never wear shoes that have high heels. I'm accident-prone enough as it is. I also can't dance to save my life. If I had my way, shoes would not be "required" anywhere! My favorite color varies from day to day. I tend to dress according to my mood. I love the arts--writing, drawing, painting, drama, you name it. Just because I like them, don't mean I'm any good at them--except drawing. I like to think that I am an "okay" drawer. I just realized that I have not described what I look like. I have very light skin--not pale white, but still light. I have long chocolate brown hair and blue-gray eyes that are often hiding behind my glasses. I am five feet and eight inches tall--I'm really happy about this fact because up until last year I was only five feet tall--I grew a lot over the summer. My parents say that I'm cute--but they're my parents so they have to say that. I can't trust them. My friends think that I'm cute and I always get mad at them. I don't want to be cute! Little six-year-old girls with blonde pigtails and a giant peppermint lollipop are cute. I want to be hip and sexy and sultry. I have many friends. I have like a quadrillion friends at school and like a thousand outside of school. I can strike up conversations with random people that I meet at the bus stop and will most likely never see again. I am also being constantly asked if I'm on drugs--which I'm not. I am bisexual, you don't like it? Well you can just go diagonally fuck yourself in the ass with a glass pinecone for all I care. I go outside a lot, but my skin refuses to tan. I also read a lot. I love to read. I can spend hours at a time doing nothing--not eating or going to the bathroom--but reading. My bodily functions seem to shut off when I'm reading. It's like I'll be reading for six hours with no interruption and when I close the book I'll realize that I'm starving and that I'm about to soil myself. I like to consider myself an optimist. I am very bubbly and am pretty much constantly in a good mood. Well, I'm starting to ramble--okay, so I've been rambling pretty much this entire time. Just send me a message and I'll be filled to the brim with happiness to talk to you. |
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