This is going to be a long-winded, rambling, possibly vain look at myself. Trying to point out what I like instead of just the bad.
Name: Gabrielle (Brie)
-I like my name, I don’t think I’d want it anything different.
Appearance: 5’6” 130llbs. Messy, curly, dark blonde hair leaning toward brown. Amber eyes. Tan skin, freckles across nose, various scars and scratches. Average body type, well curved, somewhat muscular. Really big hands, stubby nails that I tend to peel. Size 10-11 feet. Soft, average, pink lips. Recent braces.
-I’m happy with my body for the most part. My hair is somewhat of an irritant, but hey it can change.
Clothing: Jeans or cargo capris in various colors. T-shirt, usually a black men’s shirt. Black converse, blue jacket, occasional fedora hat or red/gold striped scarf.
-I look like quite a schmuk most of the time, which bothers me. Sometimes I recognize how I look as frumpy and other times I just think about how comfortable it is. My style is, confusing. Which fits really.
Personality/Mentality: (Here’s where things get messy) Alright I guess to sum myself up in one word? Confused. Very, very confused. Example: My writing voice is well composed, using plenty of high-level vocabulary and intriguing sentence structure. Now my speaking voice? It’s a disaster; deeper and messy. I can’t form words half the time! It’s really quite infuriating. I can sing however, I have a very pretty voice in my opinion. Sure I can’t hit very high notes but it’s nice all the same. I guess I’m pretty unfeminine when you look at me. But I am feminine, kinda, underneath. I like to dress up, be it in a werewolf costume or a satin dress. I’d put on makeup if I looked good in it and wasn’t so lazy. {That’s certainly a flaw of mine, I’m horribly lazy. It’s an illness.} And I certainly keep my eyes out for boys, although I’m pretty shy about actually talking to anyone. Just trying to complement the kid with the great Halloween wolf tail took me almost 15 minutes to work up the courage to do. I shouldn’t have to even think about it! And since we’re on that topic, * ahem* :
-What I look for in a guy: brown or oddly colored hair, either in a longer style or short and very spiky. Not extremely muscular but not a weakling either. Eclectic clothing style. Sweet and cuddly and funny, confident (or at least he appears to be). Interested in similar topics to myself and not so much in sports. If such a person exists send them immediately please X3
The world: A dreadful, cynical place that shows you its good side before grabbing a mace and whacking you in the face. Bam. I will attempt to keep my confused, oblivious, fantastical view on the world for as long as possible.
On the subject of my mentality: Everyone has insane moments, I just have them more than some people. I don’t really know what’s wrong with me but I view the world in some kind of detached state. Like I know something is wrong, and I do it anyway
while I’m thinking that it’s wrong. And again, it’s not just moments; it’s all the time. Lying and thinking that I must be a truly horrible person for doing so but continuing to do it anyway. And the worst part being I don’t know why. My mom calls me on something bad I’ve been doing and asks me “why?” and I tell her “I don’t know” and that’s just not an acceptable answer with her. She assumes we know why we do things and have control over ourselves all the time. I don’t know what outside force is dragging me around like a chew toy, or some inside call screwing with me for the fun of it but I’m going to have to figure it out eventually.
So to finish up. I apologize for the messy splatter of conscience/brain puke sitting on you’re screen right now, Good Day.
