Stuff That I Like...

“…These Are A Few of My Favorite Things…”

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• Black is my favorite color.
• Lemonade 
• Ice cold water
• The rain
• A foggy, rainy, stormy day, I find it beautiful
• Blues
• Rock
• Guitar
• Piano
• Snow
• Fresh air
• A good song to dance to
• Drums
• Celery
• Those peppermints that melt/disolve on your tounge
• Green tea
• Teddy bears
• Pale peach, yellow, white, and pale pink roses are my favorite types of roses
• Ponds
• Lakesides
• Sand in my feet in the summer
• Music, I love music
• My puppy selena.
• My turtle, jesse
• Poetry
• Horror movies
• Candy apples
• Cotton candy
• Apples with Duncan Hines caramel icing
• Papa Johns is my favorite pizza place
• My favorite type of chicken is hot wings or buffalo wings
• Swings
• Watermelon
• Strawberries
• Strawberry smoothies
• Soy ice cream- tofutti brand 
• Weird but unique jewelry
• Vintage clothing
• Vintage or antique stuff
• Other cultures and their activities
• Dark, mysterious, odd, weird, etc books.
• Reading interesting stories
• Cheerleading
• Going to football games
• Going to basketball games
• Going to baseball games
• Degrassi
• Gossip girl
• 90210
• Secrete Life of the American Teenager 
• The Vampire diaries
• The Vampire Diaries Books
• Interview with the Vampire movie
• Being different
• Learning about abnormal behaviors
• Learning about the paranormal
• Math
• Good pieces of literature
• Learning something new - non school related
• Writing poetry
• Writing or making up stuff for people to quote
• Writing blogs
• Writing stories

Who Am I Really?

I have no idea, for once in my life, what I want to say right now. I have no idea what my problem is. Actually, I don’t know if I even have a problem. I don’t know what I want. I don’t know if I’m complaining or wishing half the time. I’m not too sure about anything these days. Or am I? its really sad. And this really sucks. I want to blog my whole heart out but I’m not even sure if I have a heart. Do I care? I must. I have to because I’m acknowledging it. Right? Talk about no subject.
I tend to ramble when I finally get someone to talk to me. I’m do see now that I am a bit of a freakazoid. Everything I say either depresses people or they just don’t get me. No one gets me. There is no one I can talk to because no one understands me. Do I even understand me? Do I like anybody? Or anything for that matter.
Now I wouldn’t say that I hate people. Just some I really dislike. And when I am in a fight with that person who I don’t like I don’t even think or stutter when I tell them so. The guys back then who said that they like me is because I am not afraid to speak my mind. I never knew I did so. I am quiet majority of the time. Its just when something needs to be said I say it right then and there at the right moment. I was that way. I don’t know what happened.
I feel like over time I lost sight of who is jaime. I don’t even know her anymore. I sometimes think she is dead. Long gone from this earth. I don’t know who I am or what I want to be. I guess maybe I am going on some type of journey to understand and find myself and etc… maybe I should just list all the things that I like and don’t like and keep sight of that so I can know myself. Its so sad. I don’t even know myself. But seriously, who am I? what am I? uhg, I hate reality…