not much is really going on in my life....
here is a list of things I like
THINGS I LIKE
playing jokes on people
smiles
elevators
talking w/ interesting people
shoulders
making people laugh
funny people
cities @ night
apple trees
babbling brooks
running down an "UP" escalator
doorknobs
windows
sitting on roofs or railingless balconies
talking w/ only 1 person
hands
writing
"guess that card" (a very fun game)
my dogs (nathan and jack)
wind
the way you feel after being in a pool
walks
writing stuff down (which I should do more often, I have no memory)
CIA stuff (spies are cool!)
making up comebacks (then being too afraid to use them)
Well, I guess that gives you just a really vague image of a psycho. I need to upload photos, but no, I don't have a scanner and my digital camera confuses the heck out of me. (Actually, I just don't feel like reading the manual) So here is me.
If anyone thought they cared enough to read this essay, please pause for 3 min and look at a blank wall. If this amuses you, then be sure to read the following essay/story about me.
Hello, my fellow blank-wall viewers! Well, I am Lesley. I am approximately 14 years, 1 month and 4 days old. (as of August 19, 2001). I am entering 9th grade, and I guess I'm pretty young for my grade. I am about 5'9" and three-quarters, but chose to say that I am 5'10". I wear glasses - ugh - and have semi-long reddish brownish hair. The color confuses me.
I enjoy writing a great deal, and this includes poetry, fiction, essays, memoirs, lyrics, and music. I play piano, but have a guitar, which one of the strings on it was broken by either: Jess, Angela, Laura, or Kelly. I don't know how to play guitar but I want to learn. I think drums are awesome, too. ("I think I'll stick with the tambourine", right Kelly?) But as much as I like writing, I'd much rather be doing theatre, I would love to write scripts for theatre (or songs for musicals), and enjoy singing and acting. I think dancing is cool, but I'm not much of a dancer. I think about things too much, and I enjoy meeting new people. Not just "meeting" (Hi, nice to meet you. Nice to meet you too. Bye....FOREVER), but getting to know new people.
I was born in Santa Fe, New Mexico, and lived there for 3 weeks and then moved to Switzerland. I lived there for 2 years, and then we moved to Germany and my brother (the mighty midget Max) was born. I lived in Germany until I was about 6, then moved to the U S of A and lived with my grandmom for a couple months, then moved to Good Ol' Bluebell, Pennsylvania. We lived there for almost 2 years, then came to Collegeville, the Mini-Shopping-Mall king of America, and I have lived there ever since. Sadly, I have not kept in touch with any of my friends from Bluebell.
Living in Collegeville, I have made (and lost) many friends. I had trouble with friends in 3rd and 4th grade, partially due to the fact that had the intelligence equivalent to a mayonnaise jar, right? Well, in 5th, 6th, and 7th grade I made a lot of good friends, most of whom I am friends with today. In 8th grade, I made about 3 or 4 new friends (go LD), and I hope to keep them all.
Okay, now for my personality. You know what, for this...I will have to wait. Bye now. |