Oh well. But I'm not welcome back there so I have to post my stuff somewhere else. Sam said this is a great website so here I am! Uh...at the other site they thought I was like a real leader or something, but I never thought I was. I just thought I was...well...Misty, you know? So I hope I don't come across as bossy or moody--although I am somewhat bossy AND moody. I'll try not to be. Please read my stuff! Since I've only been at this seriously for a year, I need all the help I can get. This is a paragraph I wrote about myself, hope it will help you get to know me!
She was incredible. Her brother pronounced it that day, when she paid for thirty-five dollars worth of clothes in one-dollar bills at Shopko. Everyone knew it. She was the girl who walks down the halls in knee high boots, funky socks, skirts, and tee shirts. During the first week of school alone she heard the punch line “If I can tell you what your real hair color is, can I have my dog back,” enough times to count it on her fingers and toes. She was the girl who primped up her hair for two hours with the straightening iron only to try on six woolen hats at the mall. The girl who wore her girliest clothes on the Biology fiend trip on dirt, only to jump in the swamp. Everyone in school knew her name, but her closest friends didn’t call her by it. She was Swamp Thing, Foggy, or even just plain Ditzy. She didn’t get the jokes that her friends told for five minutes, and then she would start laughing hysterically. She had a crazy laugh, a mix between Goofy, Donald Duck, and Evil Villain. She knew it was crazy, but when she started laughing she couldn’t stop. Her friends egged her on by making jokes along the way, so that by the time she could stop, she’d laughed off all of her make-up. She had an incredibly easy smile that was most often accompanied by her wild laugh and soft features. Her hair was brown, shoulder length, and layered, but she curled and twisted and contorted it until it was funky and sweet, exactly how she liked it. She was short, but carried herself with pride, and in that way, she was tall. Although she was wild, crazy, and nearly unpredictable, she was self conscious, abnormal, different. Sometimes she sarinated herself in that abnormal sense of self, and other times she shied away from it, as though afraid of the wild thing that she was. Wild, but sheltered. In any case, she was incredible. Everyone knew it. But sometimes, she wondered if they meant it as a compliment...
haha. I like that. Ttyl,
Misty Lynn
Yea, what he said!
sorry 'bout that. So... Misty...uh...HI!!! ~*grins a large, goofy grin and waves her hand around like a lunatic*~