I Would Date You So Hard

My time best spent is on a Saturday morning eight years ago. This is where I live. Jackie Chan adventures and Berry Berry Kix is my home. On your way in, you'll be greeted by a flat, less than soft, outdoor rug that expresses our happiness to have you. I wear a t-shirt with jeans, a jacket, some converse kicks, and sing in the car. Loudly. I paint my treasures and express myself with words. I love to be called crafty, but hate when it is said out of pity. When I laugh, I close my eyes. If the joke or event it is especially funny, and I don't want to miss anything, I keep one eye open. it looks really strange, but I can't be missing action. On the weekends I like to get drunk with my best friends, run around, and sing merry songs. loudly. With school, what I like to do and what I have to do are two completely different things. I rarely have time to spend giggling anymore. That isn't to say I don't––I always make time for adventure and fun. If I could do a back-flip, assume i've already charged the children to witness it because that's just the kind of person I am. I want to impress, but I also want a reason to. If I could sing well, I'd be set. but I can't. so I just sing poorly. loudly. If I could fly, I would. But I can't, so instead I dream.