scary carrie..
I'm either late or I am wrong, mostly and somtimes its a bit of both. I usually end up saything off topic or bringing up some unjustitifed bit of useless information. People look, I just stare. Most times I say nothing at all and it is at those times when I am suave beyond belief. But even then somthing is askew.. my nail polish is chipped, toothpaste on my coller or my one bad shoe untied itself again. Its always somthing with me. I somtimes wish I had this brilliant adn beautiful robot to walk with me, tie my shoe when It needed tying and polish my paint when my nails are chipping.. To speak to me in robot speak, so that no matter where I am or what I am doing, this crazy and brilliantly beautiful robot will be there to dab my cheeks and smudge my miss shmered mascara from my eyes.. I wonder if you can understand a thing like that?
I forget what to say, and then say what I shouldnt be thinking.
I suppose its ok.. I guess I should come to terms with it.
I'm a geek. A left handed, not so suave spaz who will never ever be like anyone else. No gap lovin, nike wearing girl here.. What it comes down to is, that No matter how hard I try, or how much I change I'm still that girl, that misfortunate book reading nerd called scary carrie.
