Day Thirteen

What is your favorite sport?

Well.  I love (loved?) cheerleading.  I think it's really interesting to watch the different squads and their different routines.  As someone who was a cheerleader for ten years, I also know how much work goes into a routine that only lasts two minutes.  I really appreciate it.

But, I love baseball. I've never played it, or softball, I'm frankly not coordinated enough for it.  But that doesn't mean I don't love it.  My family has season tickets to the White Sox, and I love every minute I spend at the cell.  It's one of my favorite things about summer.

Day Twelve:

What are features you get complimented on often?

Allright. Well, girls are always obsessed with my hair.  That sounds really conceited, but honestly, its nice hair.  Its long, and dark, and I can do pretty much anything with it.  I've had random people try and braid it for me at parties, and I always have to tell people to stop petting me.  I don't really like when people play with my hair, because it kind of creeps me out now.

Guys always usually notice my legs. I'm only five three, but my legs are easily three feet of me.  It's a little ridiculous.  I like skirts and heels for a reason people.

And yeah, my eyelashes are pretty amazing.  As long as I use and eyelash curler, and a little mascara, they look good.  When I actually get ready, and put mascara on for real, people usually think their fake.  Katherine gets frustrated because her fake eyelashes are the same length as my natural ones.

Day Eleven

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be, and why?

I would change a lot about myself.  Not going to lie.  I don't like that I'm stubborn as hell.  When I decide that I'm not doing something, I stick to it like its the end of the world, and I have the magic key to fix it. 

I don't like that I'm so closed off from people.  It takes a lot for me to open up to someone completley, and trust them.  I hate that I'm so untrusting, and I think its really sad that I'm so pessimistic.

Lastly, I wish I could believe in love.  Because I really don't.  Not in one true love, and finding that person, and every other thing in the world not mattering after that person comes into your life. I think I've been hurt too many times to believe anymore.  And although I really do believe that there's always hope for something to come along, as much as I hope for love, that doesn't mean I believe in it.