Saturday, February 11, 2012

Soul Mate

So.... Being the age I am in the decade I'm in, it's not always easy to find somebody that you share a lot in common with. Kind of sad. Expressing my loves, I get a lot of weird or blank looks. Many of the kids at my new school *shudder* think I'm crazy. Well, at least that's the vibe I get off of them.
(It kind of hurts to meet someone and have them instantly think that you're crazy or catty. I absolutely loathe one of my classes because I have no real friends in it. They all think I'm crazy and pretty much tease me for simply opening my mouth. Even the teacher, at times. And it kind of hurts. Yeah, I laugh it off, because, really, what else am I going to do? They don't think they're doing anything wrong, and, the comments I make to them aren't supposed to be offensive, but, somehow, are still taken that way. So, sorry if I offend you with what I say. If I want to hurt you, you'll know, just watch my eyebrows. But I really don't try to hurt anyone. Honest.)
So, I'm going to create my own little "dating profile." But, instead of finding a significant other, I'm looking for a friend. So, here goes it!
A friend needs to:

  • know how to think, probably critically, definitely on a "deeper level." I don't want to know about what you think on Ryan Gosling's newest relationship. I don't even know who he is! Which leads me to my second point.
  • Not needs to. MUST HAVE a knowledge and love of vintage things. This means: red lipstick, victory rolls, winged eye liner, fifties and sixties style dresses, and anything that Audrey Hepburn, Marilyn Monroe, Dita Von Teese, stuff like that are either part of your life or a much desired part. Frank Sinatra and Barbra Streisand pretty much have to be known to them. Audrey Hepburn movies must constantly be in or near their DVD player. (Not so much Marilyn.. I like her, but she's very slapstick comedy, which I'm not a fan of. But "Seven-Year Itch" is great and I do recommend it.) Burlesque can't be taboo. I rather like it. It's cute and fun and feminine and flirty.
  • know the lyrics to most of the Disney songs. All of the princesses, many of the Disney-Pixar movies, a few more here and there. I adore Disney.
  • want, if not have, tattoos. Or, really, just be really, really, really cool with tattoos. I want some so badly. Actually, I want a lot really badly. And I could never be really good friends with someone who didn't want or like or accept tattoos.
  • have or be cool with or want piercings. Ears don't count. I have my navel done and want my nose and cartilage done. (Mom won't let me do my nose until I'm 18. =( oh pooh..) Ben wants snake bites. I want to be a kindergarten teacher so I don't want 40 bajillion piercings. Plus, while they may look really, really, really cool, I don't like them as much as I love tattoos.
  • adore rainbow hair. I love it. To death. And, if my hair wasn't so stupid (as in, breaks at EVERYTHING and is stanky and dark), I would have rainbow hair 24/7. But, alas poor Yorick, I do not. And it makes me sad.
  • like literature and love math. I'm a huge geek, as shown in pretty much all of my posts, and can't stand people who don't get many of the references I make. Whether to 80's songs or popular movies or novels, they have to have a basic comprehension level. And, if you don't like math, go away. I never want to see your face again.
  • be kind of out-there. I wear petticoats and drool over blue lipstick. I belly dance and have half of my head shaved. I adore vintage and dislike Dubstep. I have no clue who any of these "popular" stars are. I believe in gay rights and don't really have a problem with the legalization of pot (though I do not, have not, and never will experience the "joys" of cannabis). (You must be OK with gay rights and remain above the influence to be a really close friend. More so the gay rights, but I prefer to have sober friends.) I could never deal with the anorexic, blonde, softball player, who plays dumb so boys will like her, and puffs out her chest so the boys will admire her bosom and bottom and ignore the brain beneath.
All in all, I really need someone ten years older than I am to be my friend.

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