Funny Girl

It's ...Vera... Matthews. Surprisingly, I've made it to the ripe old age of 22. And... I guess you could call me an average girl. I attend college, live by myself, and have more interest in buying my clothes than paying my rent. Okay, maybe that's not so average. (Or is it?) But basically, my life was just a wonderful (or should I say simple) routine that at times I wish I had back.
The most specific things I want back are:
Window shopping,
hiding from humanity in the safety of my apartment,
and the joys of middle class.

While I can admit my life used to be a tinsy bit boring, there are many times I find myself wishing for the simplicity of it. (And perhaps not being completely broke). I won't give you all the grimy (not really) details of my so called "life transition" but I might give you a little bit of a summary.

There was a boy. Of course there was. Don't our lives revolve around that? He was a popular boy. I ended up taking interest in him (how could I not?) Then there was another boy a dork boy - to say the least - I also, innocently, took interest in him, -- but as fast as you can spell cliche, I can explain to you that this is not the treacherous story about how a respectable herion had two boys fight over her, oh no, way too unrealistic ( and maybe too serious) for I. No. This story is a showcase. It goes to show how fickle humans are the majority of the time. To any person reading this, of course all humans' horrible qualities are in here, the attention whores, over thinkers, the hypocrites, and narcissists. I've got them down to the very last bit. Or so I think.