"When I walk into a well-stocked bookstore, I start to drool."
Well. I'm Glenna, and I have been told probably three thousand and twenty-nine times that it is an old lady name. My response: Wait sixty years, say it again, and you'll sound like an idiot for stating the obvious.
I'm an overwhelmed, self-conscious eighteen year old who tries to be abnormally organized.
Not easy to do with a messy room.
I name my electronics and get thrills off of making lists. (Right now I am typing on Bruno)
Book list? Music list? FOOD list? I've got it.
For some strange, supernatural reason, I choke on yellow starbursts.
Apparently I get quite cocky when I consume energy drinks...
Movies I fell in love with when I was three: Jurassic Park, Lion King, Jumangii, and The Nightmare Before Christmas.
Yeahh, beat that Hot Topic. I liked The Nightmare Before Christmas before you did. ahem, SUCKIT.
I have a part-time job at a daycare where my most intellectual conversation is about "making it in the potty".
I have never had a boring dream. Usually there is some nonsensical chatting by inanimate objects.
I have about no self-esteem. :/
I can't do my homework without music in the background. By the way, 3OH!3 called, they told me not to trust you.
Normally what I write has absolutely no experience behind it...
I feel lost in the world if I don't have a book I'm reading.
I have the cursed blessing of being an only child.
I feel like I'm saying "I" too much...