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Okay, well, this is obviously a blog! =) Congrats on finding it.
So, I was bored a while ago and wrote like two pages on me. If you read the whole thing, you will be my favorite person ever. =) (I guess the first thing is that I smile a lot)

So here goes.

I’m ridiculous. Number one thing about me. I sometimes make a fool out of myself. I’m not one of those girls who tries to do it. I just seem to have a knack for getting myself into the strangest situations. And I don’t mind. I’m a dork, and life is fun that way.

I’m so excitable. I love excitable people. They make me so happy and give me hope for the world. I hate when people try to act jaded and older than they are. Why would you want to? I’ve still got time to be young and naïve and stupid, and I’m enjoying it, thanks much. =)

I’m having quite a bit of fun getting excited about small things. I’m the kind of girl who will grab your hands and dance you around the room when it starts snowing (I’ve done this to various friends on several occasions). I love snow when it’s snowing, but I think winter is far too long. I adore swimming and the beach, but I don’t actually live near one, which stinks.

I love my friends. They are the absolute best. I’m not sure what I could do without them, and I hope I never ever have to find out. They’re incredible. I love them so much.

I love to write songs. I write them about anything that pops into my head. Most recently, I was trying to write a love song and somewhere halfway through it turned into a random song about one of my best friends and how much I love…his violin. =) I don’t always go through with trying to finish up and edit all of the verses I jot down, but some of them turn out reasonably well. Some of them suck. Really bad. And I don’t mind. Because every song I write is just a way to get something out.

I’m not that complicated, and I keep things simple through my writing. I am amused by toe socks and sliding across hardwood floors. I love to bake, especially with friends. I bake a lot of cookies and bring them into school, and I always get mobbed. One of my friends even named the tin that I bring the cookies in and made a sign for it. I love being surprised, but I hate waiting for new episodes of my favorite shows. Summer and reality shows kill me for that reason.

I’m not very patient.

I used to be tall. Then all the guys grew. I find this fact extremely irritating. Sometimes. But I’m 5’6” and not done yet, so there’s hope.

I don’t mind just kicking around in a t-shirt and jeans. In fact, I often do. I’m okay to spend a day in my backyard with my dog. My dog is everything. I love her so so so much. She’s a black lab and pit bull mix. We think. We don’t really know, as she is a rescue. I can’t believe anyone could ever want to hurt her. I’m not very high maintenance. My ideal date is running through a corn maze and then going for ice cream.

But I love to dress up. I make tons and tons of jewelry and huge dangly earrings that I wear everywhere and sell. I like to sew the dresses I wear. I can be laid back, but I am such a girly girl when it comes to sparkles. I love them. I don’t dress up that much, but I love messing with colors. That means that I own about a million colors of eye shadow, but I never actually wear them. Luckily, my friends are kind enough to let me practice on them.

I’m a hopeless romantic. I still believe that there is a Prince Charming out there somewhere. I’m just having a little trouble finding him right now.

I almost always wear my Jewish star and my OneFamilyFund bracelet (and now my class ring, which I adore in a really dorky way). I wore a LiveStrong for a really long time, but it snapped. I still have it, because a really good friend gave it to me, and I love it a lot.

Despite being a hopeless romantic, I don’t really NEED a boyfriend. I’m okay being single. It may be right for some people, but I’m having too much fun enjoying life to be so serious. I’m in high school, for crying out loud! I won’t pretend to be stupid or put on extra makeup or spend an hour straightening my too-thick hair just to get a guy’s attention. He either likes me or he doesn’t. If he doesn’t like the real me, then what’s the point? (This is a very long paragraph because I learned that lesson the hard way. SOME (not all, but some) guys are really dumb).

My middle name is Rose. Not really sure what to make of that yet.

Apparently, I’m smart. I get pretty good grades and I’m in mostly advanced classes. I’m determined not to let it take over my life. It can get pretty overwhelming sometimes, though. That’s when I’m most thankful for my friends and family. Especially L, who lets me beat up the Slam Man in her garage when I really need it. I think she saved all humanity last June.

I practice piano way more than is good for the aforementioned class load. But it’s so much fun. I was never one of those kids who was forced into music lessons. I begged for them. I want to learn to play guitar really badly, and I’m going to take a class next fall. I can’t wait.

I love black and white pictures. Just plain obsessed. I love taking them, so I’m so happy to be in a photography class this year. I want to hang them up all over the place. That is, if any of them comes out alright. I carry my digital camera around everywhere. My facebook is filled with around 80 random albums that are just me snapping pictures of anything that amuses me. Most recently is a strawberry that looked like the bat signal and two mints in one wrapper. I’m kind of addicted to it and I take random videos of everything. It’s a Canon Powershot SD 1100. I’m extremely amused because it’s blue. =) The camera I had before it was also a Canon Powershot, but from seven years ago. Comparatively, it’s huge!

I hate making decisions. Each of my toenails is painted a different color right now because I honestly can’t decide. I think I’ll take a poll. But then I’ll probably disagree with it.

I love little kids, because they don’t lie. And if they do, they always feel bad about it. They never actually try to get away with it. I think that’s so sweet, and I wish the rest of the world worked like that.

I love people who take the time to care. If someone reads something of mine and actually comments on it, I feel so special. It makes my day. And people who remember the little stuff. I generally adore nice people.

I try to be honest. I mean, sometimes it’s necessary, but I don’t like to lie. I generally try to be pretty soft about it, though. Telling the truth doesn’t have to be harsh.

Oh, and my name’s Amanda.



So, who's going to be my favorite person ever? =)