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[NAME] connie
[GENDER] female
[LOCATION] NJ, USA
[BIRTHDAY] january 22
[HEIGHT] 5'3"
[WEIGHT] 112lbs
[SIBLINGS] two; one brother (24...i think?), one sister (26)
[PETS] five...maybe four fish? i'm not a very good caretaker, feeding fish is too difficult.
(it's not in my nature to just stick with that unextensive** basic crap. i need to talk. sorry for not being able to do this page right)
i'm not sure why, but i keep my age a secret 363 days out of the year. nothing to be ashamed of, but honestly, i'm a different age every day (well, i guess that actually makes sense).
at the moment, i wish i was fourteen again, and i don't ever want to grow up. some days i can't wait until i'm thirty and out of here, and different people will tell you different things when it comes to how i act. my perception? i'm a winter-loving, loudmouth kid at heart who uses arbitrary words and takes grammar too seriously. i'll laugh every second, fight for what i believe, and be the juvenile that i am. i've heard countless people disagree with some of these ideas, but it's what i think i am... and, i think, therefore i am.
by the way, i stuck in my birthday for showers of love in the form of materialistic items. ;)
or you know, just a simple birthday wish.
if you're looking for a more noble cause, i've got one. i'm so cool.
for a time in my life, i've genuinely - and i say genuinely because i'm totally not making this up. like, totally - been so exasperated by age and the subtextes certain numbers carry. i'd like to believe people don't stereotype or draw quick conclusions, but this world hates my beliefs, so alas, as it turns out, when you're twelve, people are going to think you're ignorant, and when you're sixteen, people are going to think all you do is drink and party. and you're still ignorant, only now you're drunk and high.
okay, so maybe these things were true.
but i'm tired of it. for once, the internet provides a wonderful opportunity (hey, no freaky paedophiles here): i can be who i am without having been judged and labeled just because of a number.
judge me as an ignorant drunkard after you look past two digits (oh, good, so, i'm not nine).
** for the record, that's not a word, don't use it in your english papers. i'm pretty good though, right? got you believing and everything. it's the little things that matter.