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| User: | missdaytripper (12207727) Confessions of a Dysfunctional Optimist
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| Bio: | My name is Sarah. I was sort of almost a Bridget. I really wish that I was. It annoys me when people spell my name Sara. Even though I sometimes wish it were spelled that way myself. I really hate my name in general. I’m a sophomore in high school. I’m sixteen years old. I can drive. I grew up on oldies music. I’ve been listening to it since I was seven. And I’ve never referred to it as ‘classic rock.’ I know more about the Sixties than most people my age. That is not just limited to music. I’m extremely OCD about spelling and grammar. If you misspell something, use incorrect grammar, etc., expect me to go ballistic. I will most definitely correct you and enlighten you on the wonders of spell check! Really, you’re not too cool to use it. Me and my family, we put the fun in dysfunctional. I just figured it might benefit you to know that. I saw Paul McCartney live at the United Center on October 19, 2005. And he waved to me – no joke. It was the event of a lifetime. My favorite band is Arthur Lee and Love. I’m still taking much pleasure in the fact that nobody else knows about them. However, the Beatles come in at a close second. But I liked them and many other bands like that before they were cool. I don’t listen to them as much as I used to, though. It’s just not as much fun to like something when everybody else in the world does, too. Because four years ago, everybody thought they sucked, and hardly anybody liked them. And I loved the individuality of being the only one who did. But now, they’re just the best thing that’s ever happened. I find that very aggravating. Or maybe I’m just selfish. I look like Jenny Boyd. I’ve been told I look like Jean Shrimpton. I don’t always agree with that. The Vietnam War is of enormous interest to me. I know more about it than basically everybody my age. And I’m damn proud of it. I’m writing a novel involving it. It’s called In-Country, and I’m on chapter thirty-four. I’ll be starting another novel involving Vietnam, too. That one’s called The Virgin Summer. And it’s not about a virgin, so get your minds out of the gutter. I have an infinite amount of pride, trust, respect, and interest in the U.S. military. That does include all branches. I watch the Military Channel religiously. I’m very patriotic and strongly support our troops. I know the military’s phonetic call signs by heart. My cousin is in the Air Force; he went to Iraq. My dad was a U.S. Marine. Enough said. For the record, all branches should be capitalized – even the Army. I get annoyed when one isn’t. And it’s Vietnam, not Viet Nam. My mom owns a POW/MIA bracelet. She lets me wear it whenever I choose to. Needless to say, there’s hardly ever a time when I don’t wear it. It shares my wrist with another military-esque bracelet. It looks like a Livestrong bracelet, but it says, Until They All Come Home. Bet you can’t guess what it’s referring to. I’m very indecisive. I say “like” way too often. I hate chat speak. I also hate when people TyPe LiKe ThIs. It’s just pointless and completely stupid. It also proves that there’s no possible way you’re over age twelve. I love the television show Lost. I find politics very interesting. I know there are a lot of countries that hate America right now. But I still get upset when people say bad things about us. There’s over a million people in this country. Not all of us are idiots. I have a dry sense of humor. But I also have a very random sense of humor. And it really doesn’t take much at all to make me laugh. I could look at you and start laughing. But don’t feel offended if I do. I laugh at nothing often. That’s just the kinda girl I am. But honestly, I can be a real bitch sometimes. And I’ll be the first to admit it. I’m a lot like my brother and my dad in that respect. All three of us have a short fuse. It’s really easy to make us angry. I’m just better at not showing it. I hate when people claim that they’re ‘random,’ when they’re really not. I get called stupid often. I’m intelligent, but slow in the head. I’ve already been christened Blondie by my lunch table. And I’m a brunette, so that’s saying something. Tell me a joke, and it’ll probably take me about five minutes to actually get it. I’ve been known to say some very dumb things. I become confused easily, and very often. So watch what you say to me, or at least how you say it. I’m extremely gullible, and will believe almost anything you tell me. My brother once told me the sky was falling. I looked up. I’m opinionated. I’m very shy, so I don’t express myself that much. I’m five feet tall. If you were about to gasp, “Wow, that’s short!,” you can save your breath. I’m already painfully aware of it, so you don’t have to tell me something I already know. If I were at least six inches taller, I’d be a much happier person. Writing is my passion, and my ultimate escape. I’m always writing something, even when I shouldn’t be. It’s been a great hobby of mine for as long as I can remember. I absolutely love Memorial Day weekend. I play the guitar, though not as often as I used to. My brother David is my best friend. I honestly don’t know what kind of person I would be without him. His best friend Jake is the equivalent to a brother to me. David, Jake, and I have an infinite amount of inside jokes and amazing memories. Jake is an extremely talented guitarist, and uses my two guitars more than I ever will. David and Jake have a band. Their friends Brandt and Brock are in it, too. They’re called Refall 47, and they’re absolutely amazing. I can’t stand it when people crack their knuckles or other parts of their body. Yet I can crack my own back, ankle, and wrist and not be bothered. I enjoy watching old movies on TCM with my mom. One thing that most people don’t know about me is that I was a love child. And that my parents are both recovering alcoholics who met at an AA meeting. But if you saw me in person, you wouldn’t expect that at all. My parents do love me. And I love them. I have a tendency to be a huge klutz. I’m kind of an accident waiting to happen. I’m Catholic. But I find church boring. And I swear. Not as often as most people. But I swear. I like war movies. Especially war movies involving Vietnam. I watch those all the time. World War II is very interesting, too. I really dislike school. If they made it more fun, I would like it better. I love astrology. I’m a Sagittarius myself. I was almost a Capricorn. I was originally due on Christmas Eve. The fact that I came about two weeks early shows how impatient of a person I am now. And I am impatient. I love baseball. During the summer, it kinda consumes my life. I’m a die-hard Chicago White Sox fan. And my parents promised me a game this summer. I like football very much, too. The Chicago Bears are incredible. Yes, even Rex Grossman. He deserves more credit than he gets. Chicago in general is fantastic. It would be in your best interest to visit sometime. I’ve been to the top of the Sears Tower. I’ve never been out of the United States. But I’ve been to twelve of them. Including Illinois. If you haven’t guessed, Illinois is where I live. I’m in a suburb of Chicago. But don’t stalk me. I love Andy Warhol’s art. But I hate how that’s suddenly become popular, too. I love Coca Cola. I am a dreamer. I often daydream in class without realizing it. You could say, “Well, doesn’t everybody?,” but it’s different for me. Spring and summer are my favorite seasons. I suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder. It’s a pretty bad case of it, too. It gets to the point where all I want to do is sleep so I can avoid looking out the window. I get very down during the fall and winter seasons. I can’t stand being cold. I’m really literal about almost everything. And I always have to have the last word. I’ll be the first to admit that, too. Even though I deny it whenever my parents say it. Arthur Lee is a musical and poetic genius. So is Jimi Hendrix. But I don’t like him because everybody else does nowadays. In fact, I also find that very aggravating. I’ve always liked him. I never advocate drug use. Nor alcoholism. I don’t need to drink, smoke, or do any form of drugs to look cool or to have a good time. And I’ve already elected myself designated driver, if it ever comes down to that. I care too much. I like some Eighties pop music. And a lot of modern rock. And I really, really like Nirvana. For that I thank David and Jake. They’re bringing grunge back for sure, and they’ve gotten me into the style. But my favorite decade will always be the Sixties. I worry too much. I’m afraid of dying. I’m afraid of the dark. Elevators make me uncomfortable. I’m claustrophobic. I get squeamish around blood, or any type of wound. Yet I can watch countless war movies and not be bothered. Probably because I know it’s not real. I get extremely jumpy and nervous around knives and needles. I really enjoy random humor. I love sarcasm, but only certain forms of it. I hate when someone thinks something is funny, but it’s really just lame and stupid. The way I see it, if you have to explain why something is funny, then it’s probably not. Unless you’re absolutely positive it can’t be understood without explanation. Otherwise, most people are capable of figuring it out on their own. I can sometimes have a sick mind. A lot of that is thanks to my brother, who is almost noteworthy for that sorta stuff. I often wonder if I should be on some type of medication. Truly, I can explain why. When I do, my parents accuse me of diagnosing myself. But that’s not my aim. Even though I can be a bit of a hypochondriac at times. I used to see a shrink. But I’m not crazy. Nor am I insane. Contrary to popular belief. I’m just me. 
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| Interests: | 58: 13th floor elevators, 1910 fruitgum co., 1960s, 60s icons, 60s models, arthur lee, astrology, baseball, blind faith, canned heat, chicago, chicago bears, chicago white sox, coca cola, drive-ins, eyeliner, football, full metal jacket, george harrison, go-go boots, guitar, illinois, jack shepherd, jane asher, jean shrimpton, jefferson airplane, jenny boyd, jimi hendrix, john lennon, lost, mary quant, matthew fox, new colony six, old cars, oldies, pattie boyd, paul mccartney, penelope tree, photography, platoon, reading, ringo starr, shopping, sodapop curtis, steve randle, the beatles, the breakfast club, the london look, the moody blues, the outsiders, the thin red line, the vietnam war, tim buckley, twiggy, vietnam war, vintage cars, we were soldiers, writing | |||||
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| Mutual Friends: | 15: aharddays_write, artemis_rex, carmanah, chu_chii, i_fell_so_fast, ily_rusty_james, latch_22, marsonfire, missdaytripper, norastarr, pennylane76, rockandrollmuse, telturwen, xforeverchanges, xwaterloosunset | |||||
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