I don’t understand myself at all. I make stupid mistakes and don’t know why. I do stupid things and regret it later. It doesn’t make any sense, in all honesty. Just like this so far. No sense. Just the written expression of the rambling, insane gibberish that runs through my crazy mind.

I’ll just tell you about me then I guess. I’m going to tell you exactly twenty-three random facts. Why? My favorite number is twenty-three.

1: Someday everyone will know my name. I don’t know how, or why, but they will. I can feel it.

2: I hate Lady Gaga. Her music sucks. Deal with it.

3: My middle name is awful…

4: I have a lot of secrets.

5: Yellow, black, and red are my favorite colors.

6: I've transferred schools twice in one year.

7: I hate talking about myself, making the assignment at hand quite difficult.

8: I curse a lot. Sorry.

9: I hate math.

10: I love writing, but hate writer’s block, which I am currently dealing with right now.

11: I want to be a film director.

12: If I had a dollar for every doodle on every paper that I’ve used for school, just since the start of this year, I would be an extremely rich girl.

13: Yes. I am on Facebook. No. You may not friend me.

14: I write poetry. It’s not very good.

15: My favorite movies are The Notebook, all four Pirates of the Carribean movies, and Forest Gump.

16: I still can’t tie my shoes like the rest of the population.

17: Best books ever: The Hunger Games trilogy by Suzanne Collins.

18: I’m really really struggling to come up with more things to say about myself.

19: I don’t trust people easily.

20: I only wear mismatched, neon socks.

21: I'm one of those nerdy, artsy chicks.

22: I can’t think of anything to say.

23: I lied. My favorite number is thirty seven.

So yeah, that’s me. In twenty three random facts.