Rather than cleaning, like a responsible child, I thought I'd sit down and think. I didn't get very far; today seems more like a Do Something day. Which is fortunate, because I will be doing something with my boyfriend, Nick, later. Hooray.
Last night was loads of fun. My friend John had yet another get together at his Mormon abode and a few of us kicked back and kicked each other's asses at ping pong, watched a little bit of Precious (love my Gabourey), broke a pogo stick, and altogether pissed off John's parents. Good night, in my opinion.
When I got home, I attempted to watch Schindler's List, but I fell asleep. Don't get me wrong, I love Jews, but something about it lulled me to sleep.
Now I'm home mostly alone, save the company of my youngest sister, Emory, who is busy occupying herself painting.
I guess I'll try to sort out a bit of my life.
My name's Berkeley. I'll be sixteen in twenty five days. I'm stranded in a small town in Oklahoma, but I originally hail from Texas.
I'm in a band that, as of late, lies dormant due to excessive scheduling conflicts. Photography, more and more, seems to be my biggest means of emotional release. It's my goal in life to become a photojournalist for National Geographic.
I am fascinated by people; what forms and shapes their attitudes, their choices, why some of us are loners, while the majority sticks together, etc.
Grammar is undoubtedly one of the most important things in my life. It portrays maturity, intelligence, and pride in yourself. i dont liik ppl who type liik dis.
I've been a vegetarian for going on three years and I'm avidly against animal cruelty.
I have problems trusting people, but contrary to the norm, I tend to be much too trusting. I am over apologetic and under confident.
I like to laugh at myself, and friends who can do the same.
Offbeat poetry and music constitute my being.
So you get the idea. I'm a weirdo.