i talk too loud. i laugh too much. i eat wayyy more than the girl sitting next to me. i crave attention. i think i'm the most happening person around. eventhough i'm not. i fall for the weirdest guys. i laugh hysterically at the lamest jokes. i cried when i watched Lilo & Stitch. i dream of sitting by the fire in an oversized maroon sweater with a good book and a mug of hot chocolate in one hand while staring at the snow outside. i'm great at covering up feelings. i should b a spy. i'm quite a lil bitch. but not all the time. i flirt unconciously. or mayb i do it conciously. hmmm. it's debatable. apparently i give people the first impression of a air headed bimbo. and i take perverted delight in seeing their faces when i quote Shakespeare. i wanna slow dance under the stars by the beach. and i wanna receive roses from an anonymous person on Valentine's day and finding out only at the end of the day.
track of the extraordinary entry:
John Mayer - no such thing.
unlike them,
i'm BecKy!