About Me
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brittneyelizabeth
I N T R O D U C T I O N.
First of all this is not an essay. It is grammatically incorrect and lacking in capital letters. It contains an overwhelming amount of recurring sentence structure and the format is merely an organized matter extracted from the way my thoughts are organized, with transition and
subject relation between each subject but without conclusions to the topics themselves. The reason why I extended my previous "about me" description is because the last was not well thought out and it showed no input of my retrospective ways of thinking. I'm not trying to impress you, nor am I trying
to promote myself, I�m just trying to warn some people of what they're getting themselves into. Thinking can be a form of art, it's a "skill acquired by experience, study, or observation," it takes practice and most of all it causes inspiration. I'm doing this to help myself keep my thoughts together. It's retarded, it's genius, it's a waste of my time, and yours. Whatever, I don't really care so shut the hell up.
D E S C R I P T I O N.
I, unlike you, do not use Myspace as a self-confidence booster. I don't think I'm better than you but I might accidentally act like that's the case. This is my life. And if you don't like me fucking deal with it because Ii don't care what you think. My name is Brittney. My favorite color is Black; even though most of you losers think Black is a �gothic� color. See if I care. And I love taking pictures. I hate when people recreate scenes from movies or quote lines from movies / shows I haven't seen, and expect me to think its funny. Chances are even if I actually DID watch it, I STILL didn't think it was funny. I also hate people who can't take no for an answer. If your name ends in a "y" I'm going to want to spell it with a double E. That's just how it goes. I am emotionally weak, and I cry easily, just not in front of you. I don't sleep enough. I go to bed after midnight almost every night and wake up by 5. I can type up to 120 words per minute and I out-type my 4th grade computer teacher. I prefer notepad over Microsoft Word.
T H E I R E X P L A N A T I O N.
I'm not emo even and I listen to yucky slow music that makes me cry. If you like to think I�m emo by the way I dress, the way I wear my hair or what kind of music I listen to, go ahead I can't stop you or tell you that your opinion is gay. So what if my hair is in my eyes and you can tell what kind of music I listen to by how Ii dress. I'm not fake. I'm not posing. I'm not labeling myself. I'm not "trying to be" anything, this is the style I like and this is the music I truly love, and not pretend to love, so don't start calling me names. I randomly make rocket ship noises & it has become a form of communication. Get over it.
A N A L Y S I S.
To all the girls who call each other sluts, you need to seriously grow up. In Ewa Beach, all parents are douche bags. As a matter of fact, everyone in this fucking town thinks they're better then everyone else. Sometimes I don�t get along with the people I live with and am counting the days until I can be out of here for good. I'm horrible when it comes to first impressions. I'm also pretty quiet in person. So when a person meets me, they generally take a long time to get used to me, and then they either decide to be my friend or they don't take the time to get to know me and end up hating me forever. I've thought about this a lot and it's pretty accurate but it's hard to research yourself, you know? My bestest friend is Brittany. I'm a pretty straight forward person. I�m a nice person but that doesn�t mean you should try an take advantage of that. I can be really random. I love my close & good friends, they're amazing. I'm very affectionate. One thing I ask for.... is that you don�t lie to me, no matter what it is. Knowing you have one person that cares deeply for you is certainly enough for me. Lately to be honest all the guys I've seen don�t know how to handle they're shit & all that. That�s one of my biggest frustrations. I love to laugh & make others laugh/smile. I forgive & forget & I won�t let you either. I don�t take crap from anyone, no matter who you are. You can either love me or hate me, either one is fine with me.
E V E N T U A L L Y.
You realize that life sucks, love isn't always real, and happiness is only for a limited time. You learn who REAL friends are. You learn to hold back tears, and you learn how to be a better person. You'll find out that the one you love doesn't love you, and the person that loves you really don't like. You'll figure out who you should be hanging out with and learn not to be a stuck up bitch and talk shit. That way when you really need your good friends they'll be there. You will learn that the people who are really nice to you only want what you have and will do anything to get you to let them have it. Those people will only be nice to you for a short time until you give them what they want, or get in to trouble and then they won't help you at all. These are the people you want to not hang around. I learned some of that the hard way�so follow your heart and do what you want and don't let anyone hold you back.
People say "I don't love you anymore," is the most painful thing to hear, I disagree. I think, "I never loved you," is much worse. At some point you have to realize � HE DOESNT CARE & you could be missing out on someone that does... you know, I used to spend every day thinking about you & dreaming about you. and every time you walked by I lost myself ; do you know what that feels like? And you couldn't possibly know what it feels like to have that person not have the same feelings back.
MY LIFE.
Joseph is my life. He�s one of the most amazing guys you�ll ever meet in your life, trust me, I KNOW. I love music to death. I hate emo kids and I think they are funny to look at. I don't give a fuck what you think about me. I ♥ my real friends with all my heart. You fuck with me....you fuck with my friends and you'll die. I hate people who are fake. I can't go a day without listening to music. I don't judge people by what music they listen to.
C O N C L U S I O N.
Do me a favor and stay on my good side. Plus, I�ll try my best to update this thingymajigur as much as possible. Add me?
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COPYWRITTEN,BIATTTTTTCH.
I write raps for Snoop. For street cred.
This song is called DROP IT LIKE ITS MATH. I wrote it. Yeah I know.
Mattttthhhhhh..
Mattttthhhhhh..
When da mathletes in the class, you gotta
Drop it like it's math
Drop it like it's math
Drop it like it's math
When the numba's try and get at ya,
Park it like it's math
Park it like it's math
Park it like it's math
And if a zit get a attitude
Pop it like it's math
Pop it like it's math
Pop it like it's math
I got my calculator in ma pocket and I'm pouring out da answers
And I roll the best questions cause I got it going on
Uh! I'm a nice nerd, with some nice math supplies
See these pencils, see these rulers?
Eligible math-urr, 2 dollar erase-rrr
Polyester's a fashion statement
Suspenders are cool, like the exterior of my computer screen
The interior like a set of algorithms
I can excercise the equation, find out all the answers
Double check on your calculator, that's how you get ahizzead
Mathlete wit the beat, I know mathletes in the street
Wit the Division Problems that'll make you feel like C student in da cl-izz-as
So don't try to run up on my ear talking all that "I DON'T GET IT" shit
Trying to ask me shit
When my numbaz fill ya head they ain't gon pass me shit
You should think about it, take a second
Matter fact, you should take four
And think before you fack wit lil mathlete like me
I'm a mathlete, but y'all knew that
Da Big Bo$$ Smartass, yeah I had to do that
I keep a textbook hanging out my backpack
But only on the left side, yeah that's the math side
Ain't no other way to answer questions the way I do
I wrote so much you thought I was a DJ
[scratches] "two!" - "one!" - "yep, three minus four divided by the co-efficient of 14!"
M-A-T-H I-S C double O-L
I can't fake it, just break it, and when I take it
See I specialize in making all the teachers run scared
So bring your friends, all of y'all come inside
We got a world premiere right here, now get live!
So don't change the dizzle, turn it up a little
I got a living room full of fine calculators
Waiting on the Reciprocity Theorem, the Quadratic Nonresidue and the Aureum Theorema
Retards to the bizzack, now students here we gizzo
I'm a Math Boy, wit alotta answers
Answer my own questions, and wear alotta plaid
I hang out though, I aint'a loner
Big pencil case, yeah they're all sharp
On the computer screen and in the workbooks
If you play me close, you must be pretty smart
Oh you got a betta calculator so you wanna pop back?
MINE'S A BD-5050M Metric Conversion Calculator, now stop that!
High socks and sandals, now I'm on the move
Your family's crying, you don't know the answ-urss
They can't find out, and now they missed it
Must I remind you I just showed you how to
Pistol whip you, dip you then flip you
Then write equations to this motherfucking music we rap to
Subscribe retard, get yo issue
Don't come close, let me see how get loose!
Mattttthhhhhhh..
Mattttthhhhhhh...
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