Quizzes

I pick whatever looks best and isn't a recent repeat.
Jeans go on the bottom, shirt goes on the top.
I avoid the half of my closet that's all clothes my parents bought for me. I look for something that sort of... expresses me. But that doesn't look like I'm trying too hard.
I guess I go by my mood. Crazy mood, crazy clothes. Sullen mood... crazy clothes.
I pick something presentable and clean and that matches.
Oh, it's a process. For sure. It's a little too complicated to sum up right here...

They're for showering. I don't know. What's with these questions?
Uh, hygiene. Duh.
Being alone. Being in your own world where for five minutes no one can come bother you.
Singing and playing with the shaving cream and stuff.
Using products to help your skin and hair be as gorgeous as it can be.
Crying where no one else can see.

I don't know. Maybe somebody who would just "get" me. Believe in me or something.
Someone who actually liked me back. And they would make the first move.
I'd want to be the couple that everyone looks up to, the one they want to be.
The kind where we could just look into each other's eyes for hours and just... know.
That whole looking into each other's eyes thing sounds pretty choice... but in reality, I'd take a, you know, pulse.
The kind where I get to go out with as many people as I want and we're not in an actual relationship and don't have to actually talk much.

Obsess on it all day long.
Ew! I guess pop it? Have someone else pop it for me actually.
Pop that sucker! I find that whole popping thing deeply satisfying.
Well, I wouldn't pop it because that leaves scars. I'll apply a topical remedy and try not to touch it.
Bleah. I'll put some cover-up on it and try not to obsess.
I need a plan? It's a zit.

Sexy nurse type of thing.
A cat, or a witch or something.
Something gorgeous and wonderful... something I secretly wish I was.
Something I could hide behind, where no one would recognize me... but knowing me no one would understand what it was and I'd want to take it off after like five minutes.
It's not like I'm going to be invited to any parties or anything, so I wouldn't really bother with a costume.
Yeah, I don't really do costumes. But I'll go to a Halloween party, if you're having one.

They think I'm a spaz. Out of control or something. A little crazy.
I guess they think I'm a nice person.
I don't think people do think about me. That's kind of the problem. I'm like, invisible.
They think I'm a goody two shoes, or too serious or something.
Probably something along the lines of "freak of nature."
Dude, I have no idea.

Zero amount. Who cares what clones and drones think?
I don't really care... I mean, I do, kind of. Just because, like, you kind of have to. In a way. But not really.
I try not to care, because my life is just easier that way. But deep inside it hurts when they don't like me.
Whatever.
Of course I care. That's how society works. It's what makes us want to be better people.
Well, I care in that as a member of society I sort of have to. But if people are doing something wrong -- something I don't agree with -- I'll speak out.

sell them and use the money to buy something much cooler to impress my crush.
um, collapse into a heap of joy and gratitude? Free Phish tickets! From a parental unit!
check and see if my bf/gf likes Phish... if yes, then cool! If not, I'll have to figure out a way to get rid of them or something.
be like, "Cool."
Be like, scared.
Phish... oof. But, I think I'd be so touched by the gesture that I'd go.