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* read and exit. ***	Info all about me; all about me; all about me; all about me: ***** okay, so, my names zoe i like sports, photography, writing, cooking, travelling, and causing some down right tom-foolery i listen to music, i hang out with friends, i make mistakes and i learn something new every day i'm human, and whether you like me or hate me, i'm going to live my life i'm straight up average, ordinary and nothing spectacular ask someone to describe me in three words though and they'll probably say : sarcastic, artistic and legendary**	Links link link link link link Articulate none, as of yet. sorry folks.	Archives September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 February 2008 July 2008 August 2008 December 2008 January 2009 Kudos Just wanna say thanks to the creator of this layout, you're spectacular. Made by Toomunch/Denise,	Tuesday, November 27, 20075:41 PM In the dust, that was the city. I laughed at myself today for thinking my life was crap. The two boys I like are so close to dating the girls they like, I only get 3 hours a week at work, I spend 6 hours of my day doing homework, and my arm feels like it's going to fall off, the people I thought were my friends seem to be drifting farther and farther away, and I almost cried from being hit in the face with a volleyball today. WONDERFUL. But then I remember all those people who don't even have fake friends, or volleyballs, or boys to worry over and I physically smack my palm to my forehead. I hate the human race for it's greediness and disgusting materialism problems. I hate money, and fakes and faux-pas. I seriously sometimes wish I weren't born so that maybe some other more responsible, acceptable, perfect child could have been born in my place. But then again, nothing is ever perfect. I like the fact that I've found reasonable ways to escape. Writing, drawing, painting and music are what I've been living off of these past few weeks. But I'm tired of the inanimate. I want living, breathing things to make me happy. There I go again, being selfish. I, I, I... it's like it's become impossible for me to publish a sentence without the word "I" in it. Anyone for petitioning to remove "I" from the alphabet? No? Fine. Accept the fact, no one's perfect. Never will be. My friend once told me that I shouldn't keep my feelings all bottled up, but if I don't, I feel weak, vulnerable. I have never been the weak and vulnerable one. Never. Strong, smart and loyal. I've always been that, and I'll continue to be, no feelings to be displayed here. If only I could take my own damn advice. I'm going to bed. Pc. SZ bop to the top