Dear world:
I'm sorry that my posts are hardly deep. For those of you who wonder why I don't wonder things: I do. I wonder strange uninspiring things--like how microwave popcorn works, and how they get ice cream in dipped cones [They dip it, in case you were wondering...there is no giant syringe full of ice cream--I know, I was disappointed too.] I do think 'deep' things occasionally, and I am actually moderately intellectual, believe it or not. But I would much rather read Gossip Girl than War and Peace, and I would rather sing and dance like a madman than write emotive poetry. I express my feelings through speech; through my blog, and through my Twitter; and to my friends. I can't express myself through creative arts. I love high heels and dresses. I believe in inner beauty, but I believe that makeup enhances features. I believe in ugly; and I believe that while confidence can make anyone beautiful, a good pair of pumps can definitely help (unless you have fat calves). I don't search for things to ponder; I wait for them to come to me, and then ponder endlessly. I love to hate watching people try so hard to be themselves that they miss completely. Accept who you are, appreciate baby pandas, and cheer up emo kid.
